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RL with Shiro (backdated to the 30th)
[ After Mikaela had left, Nena had spent a few minutes grumbling around the house, kicking the occasional piece of furniture and muttering things like 'stupid purple-haired freak' and 'I'm going to get him back for this'.
Then she'd paused in the middle of stomping back to her room, a pained look on her face, as her body realized she had just eaten a good third of a gigantic ice cream cake. She generally had a pretty strong constitution, but gulping down ice cream without pause for twenty minutes was apparently enough to defeat it. She rushed to the bathroom, yelping as she tripped over Haro on the way, and was currently being violently sick over the toilet.
Stupid birthday. ]
Then she'd paused in the middle of stomping back to her room, a pained look on her face, as her body realized she had just eaten a good third of a gigantic ice cream cake. She generally had a pretty strong constitution, but gulping down ice cream without pause for twenty minutes was apparently enough to defeat it. She rushed to the bathroom, yelping as she tripped over Haro on the way, and was currently being violently sick over the toilet.
Stupid birthday. ]
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so like
half an hour later...]
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Everyone who says sex is overrated is just jealous they're not getting any.
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He seems a little dazed, like he can't quite believe what just happened. As such, he doesn't really reply in any way that could constitute a conversation, and instead settles for pretty much the only thing his brain can process right now: the completely fucking obvious.]
...Nena, we just had sex.
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[ Closes her eyes with a contented sigh; yes they did, and it was nice, and--
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...huh? What?
[And then it all goes through, (or at least the words "don't tell anyone" "Miha-nii" and "kill you" do), and he tries to sit up.]
AW, FUCK.
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What the crap am I gonna do? It's not like I can un-fuck you, is it?
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Augh, you'd think! I have this little problem, y'see, where sometimes I just say stuff I don't even mean to, I can't stop talkin', and quite often, it kinda gets me killed! I can try, but. God, I don't fuckin' know, I have a big mouth! We're screwed! I'm screwed! You're not screwed, well y'are, but you know that's not what I mean, what I mean is your brother is going to fuckin' pull bits off me and beat me over the head with them and you're probably going to have to watch and I am going to DIE.
AGAIN.
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What are you gonna do? He's built like a fuckin' brick shithouse, if he wants to beat me or stab me or, I don't fuckin' know, immolate me with a flamethrower, how are you gonna stop him?
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I'm so dead.
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Oh well, even if I do, it was totally worth it.
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Hey, hey, calm down. Hey.
[cuddles and pets hair and rubs back and just tries to soothe the little angry bundle of naked girl, okay, so maybe the panicking is kind of his fault but shhhh doesn't matter]
We'll be fiiiiine.
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...real, real hard.
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