[ he looks up, hands stilling as he pauses his marveling to watch the merman make his way into the room. curiosity is written all over the little rose's face as he looks at all the necessary equipment for what is undoubtedly tableside service. ]
I haven't been waiting long at all. As always, I'm right on time.
[ before he leans forward to set the remote down, he listens to floyd's cautioning before, with raised eyebrows, he looks the device over again, looking for any hints that might lead to which button is the accursed vibrating-punishment-catastrophe one. ]
Make someone vibrate? That sounds dreadful, especially if you are meant to be serving guests privately here. It could easily lead into a negative performance loop, as the first time you vibrated, it would distract you and open you up to more mistakes. Does it actually work in teaching juniors a lesson?
[ riddle thinks the vibrating in question comes from a pager or something, like the sort used in restaurants... little does he know. ]
I would be interested in learning about the efficacy of these methods. If they work, I may use them in Heartslabyul myself.
[ floyd pauses, the vestiges of seriousness and concentration being wicked away when riddle inquires about the unique form of punishment that has been getting trialed by azul. he's such an innocent little goldfishie! he swims in his bowl whose water hasn't been touched by someone from the outside despite being in a school full of very, very hungry predators. one of them might be preparing him a delicious meal in mere moments! and there floyd is, tilting his head with a growing grin. among other things, as he thinks about... ]
That depends on whether you're willin' to stuff a little thing inside someone's asshole.
[ just not going to pretend it's anything but that. it's why he's cackling now, leaning against riddle and less so into the couch. ]
It nudges right up against their real sensitive spot. Ya know, the one I always hit when I get in ya all the way inside?
[ he sticks out the tip of his tongue. yeah. riddle should know what he's talking about by now. ]
Anyway~ maybe I could demonstrate what it's like for ya. Think there are a couple of loose ones around, want me to go look?
[ that definitely wasn't the answer he was expecting, and naturally a vibrant red breaks out over his cheeks as he sets the remote back down hastily. ]
Inside someone's--?!
[ his scandalized expression remains even as floyd leans in to rest against him, far too amused for his own good while he explains the intricacies of the torture devices no doubt reserved for the lounge "after dark" so to speak. riddle can't help his eyes lingering on that obscene tongue sticking out at him, driving home the an answer before he could even get the question out of his mouth.
the smart thing to do would be to scoot away from his mischievous boyfriend, and demand a quiet, uneventful dinner. however, riddle would be positively lying if he told himself he wasn't at least somewhat curious. ]
Such unethical punishment. I will most certainly not be implementing these techniques in my own dorm. But...
[ like good prey should, riddle swallows audibly before glancing away, and even tucks a lock of hair behind his ear unconsciously. he still hasn't realized how foolish it is to offer a vulnerable neck to a carnivore. ]
I've seen some "research material" depicting this sort of thing, so it's not like I'm not curious about it.
[ when he shifts his gaze back over to the other boy, his expression is contemplative and leery all at once. ]
[ it's a shame because he's seen how effective it can be? training the students in their own dorm on how to deal with pressure--- it's one of the best ways to become an effective and efficient dealmaker, when there's something keeping them on their toes. keeps them in line. while floyd hasn't had the pleasure of having one inside of him, he's definitely been giving people things to think about... ]
Hm, well. If you don't think you can handle it, I'm not gonna force ya.
[ the mer-eel grins wickedly. that curiosity is palpable. he can taste it! still, when was the last time that riddle consciously held onto the reins? not that he couldn't control floyd when he wanted to; it just took a lot of effort. meanwhile, floyd always seemd to have the upper hand whether riddle knew it or not.
so... ]
But if ya wanna try it yourself, I'm not gonna stop ya. You gotta put it in me though.
[ a purr of a suggestion as he leans over, reaches down, and pulls a smaller drawer mostly concealed by the shadows of the room. he draws out what looks like an octavinelle-purple capsule of sorts, something that looks pretty innocent. just like the remote control. ]
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[ he looks up, hands stilling as he pauses his marveling to watch the merman make his way into the room. curiosity is written all over the little rose's face as he looks at all the necessary equipment for what is undoubtedly tableside service. ]
I haven't been waiting long at all. As always, I'm right on time.
[ before he leans forward to set the remote down, he listens to floyd's cautioning before, with raised eyebrows, he looks the device over again, looking for any hints that might lead to which button is the accursed vibrating-punishment-catastrophe one. ]
Make someone vibrate? That sounds dreadful, especially if you are meant to be serving guests privately here. It could easily lead into a negative performance loop, as the first time you vibrated, it would distract you and open you up to more mistakes. Does it actually work in teaching juniors a lesson?
[ riddle thinks the vibrating in question comes from a pager or something, like the sort used in restaurants... little does he know. ]
I would be interested in learning about the efficacy of these methods. If they work, I may use them in Heartslabyul myself.
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That depends on whether you're willin' to stuff a little thing inside someone's asshole.
[ just not going to pretend it's anything but that. it's why he's cackling now, leaning against riddle and less so into the couch. ]
It nudges right up against their real sensitive spot. Ya know, the one I always hit when I get in ya all the way inside?
[ he sticks out the tip of his tongue. yeah. riddle should know what he's talking about by now. ]
Anyway~ maybe I could demonstrate what it's like for ya. Think there are a couple of loose ones around, want me to go look?
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Inside someone's--?!
[ his scandalized expression remains even as floyd leans in to rest against him, far too amused for his own good while he explains the intricacies of the torture devices no doubt reserved for the lounge "after dark" so to speak. riddle can't help his eyes lingering on that obscene tongue sticking out at him, driving home the an answer before he could even get the question out of his mouth.
the smart thing to do would be to scoot away from his mischievous boyfriend, and demand a quiet, uneventful dinner. however, riddle would be positively lying if he told himself he wasn't at least somewhat curious. ]
Such unethical punishment. I will most certainly not be implementing these techniques in my own dorm. But...
[ like good prey should, riddle swallows audibly before glancing away, and even tucks a lock of hair behind his ear unconsciously. he still hasn't realized how foolish it is to offer a vulnerable neck to a carnivore. ]
I've seen some "research material" depicting this sort of thing, so it's not like I'm not curious about it.
[ when he shifts his gaze back over to the other boy, his expression is contemplative and leery all at once. ]
Which one of us will use the remote control?
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Hm, well. If you don't think you can handle it, I'm not gonna force ya.
[ the mer-eel grins wickedly. that curiosity is palpable. he can taste it! still, when was the last time that riddle consciously held onto the reins? not that he couldn't control floyd when he wanted to; it just took a lot of effort. meanwhile, floyd always seemd to have the upper hand whether riddle knew it or not.
so... ]
But if ya wanna try it yourself, I'm not gonna stop ya. You gotta put it in me though.
[ a purr of a suggestion as he leans over, reaches down, and pulls a smaller drawer mostly concealed by the shadows of the room. he draws out what looks like an octavinelle-purple capsule of sorts, something that looks pretty innocent. just like the remote control. ]
Turn it on. See how strong it is. Come on~