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[chronicgambler]

[It's early evening. You, a responsible member of society, have finished many of your daily tasks and decided to go on your favorite website, Preddit. Let's browse the top posts for the day...

Ah, these two posts by user nya777 seem to be doing well!]

p/ripbykitty

SAvAgE pAnthEr AttAcks InnOcEnt sLEEpIng AUthOr!



⬆77⬇ 🗨7

[ooc; Pretend like that's a photo and not art, okay. That photograph of a man with a cat asleep just really entirely directly on his face is definitely not a savage attack, and is definitely cute.]

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p/wildanimals



majestic beast at rest following devastating attack on small village!!

[And it's followed by a picture of said kitten toddling through a house of cards and knocking it down.]

⬆70⬇ 🗨17

[ooc; All replies will be from SUPER SECRET USER nya777 unless otherwise stated. He's been posting a lot of cats and is all over the cat related boards. Thanks to Hifumi and Megumi's players for art contributions, y'all are the real MVPs. uwu]

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[chronicgambler]

[And on that day Dice will offer to murder some young folks and then tell Gentaro he loves him ten thousand times over.

For now, he's just heading to the other room with his phone out, carefully making sure Prince stays in the room.]

...Hey. Sorry for not askin' before I posted that.

[yumenope]

( his hair is still messy and damp from the shower. it’s grown out some since he arrived here, now almost down to his shoulders and wavy, especially noticeable in this half-dry state.

and glancing up from what he’s writing! )

Did you think I was upset?

[chronicgambler]

Not really? I just feel like... posting a picture of a guy is weird, right?

[Dice's eyes are slowly roaming over Gentaro's form, lingering on his hair, and he smiles fondly, distracted for a moment. Then he shakes his head to snap out of it and goes to sit behind Gentaro. Scooting forward, he puts his forehead on the author's shoulder and wraps his arms around him.]

I just like lookin' at you so much I thought other people oughta see, too. Besides, Cat was bein' real cute.

[yumenope]

Is that so...? I had no idea you’d be so willing to share.

( it’s a joke!!! mostly because gentaro has a very strong suspicion that dice is as possessive as him, but has no qualms loudly proclaiming what’s his. this position is comfortable and god dice is so warm and fits so right against them. how did he ever exist without this? )

I need a haircut.

[chronicgambler]

It's not like that. Maybe I'm just showin' off a little bit. Like, "look at my super amazing boyfriend and his really cute cat"!

[He nuzzles sideways into Gentaro's hair, then pulls back a bit to sweep it aside so he can plant little soft kisses on the side and back of his neck.]

You gettin' sick of it?

[yumenope]

It was anonymous. I don’t think that can be considered showing off.

( he sighs, voice soft and shaky. even after a month, the simplest of touches can make him melt and overstimulate him in the best ways. )

A bit, yes. I haven’t had it this long in over ten years.

[chronicgambler]

It's definitely showing off! If they don't know who I am, they can't track you down through me!

[That's thinking! He's good at it! Isn't... he...?

But he keeps at the kisses, letting that sigh warm him as it sinks into him. He feels all of Gentaro's many reactions as real, personal, visceral things, urges to elicit more. Nothing in this world or theirs makes him feel as excited and alive as those sighs and shivers, or the little soft glow to Gentaro when he says he loves him.]

You know any stylists or whatever?

[yumenope]

I don’t.

( he is delighted, honestly. his head cranes to the side, giving dice more room for his lips to explore. it’s so easy with dice. honestly. it’s so natural and so exciting and. it’s so much. )

It only needs a bit taken off the ends. ( he closes his eyes, humming. ) I think even you can manage that. ( why is the idea of having cut his hair so enticing and kind of a turn-on? )

[chronicgambler]

[He stops for a moment, just breathing against Gentaro's skin, a smile gentle and warm on his lips. Then it's back to kissing, slower and more thoughtfully now, going a little higher, closer to his hairline. He threads his fingers into the opposite side of Gentaro's hair, as if testing its length and other properties.]

What, you want me to do it? That's taking your life into your own hands! You gettin' into gambling or something?

[The idea... Ugh, the very notion that Gentaro would trust him with something as soft and long-lasting as a haircut is sending Dice straight up to the moons. It's tangible, unlike the concept of love. It's trust he can wrap his fingers around and feel slide between them like silk.]

[yumenope]

I must say, you’re rubbing off on me.

( some of dice’s traits, his mannerisms and sayings. it’s kind of... nice? a smirk develops on his lips and it’s fond but playful all the same. )

Yes. In fact! ( he leans forward to open the small drawer not too far away and fetches the scissors, and then offers them up as he settles back into dice. ) Go ahead, dear.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice isn't actually sure that's a good thing, but Gentaro can't see him frown, so it's okay, right? And it's only for a moment, because he goes right back to a sheepish, gentle smile when Gentaro leans away to get the scissors. He's going to take this task incredibly seriously, so he plants one last kiss on Gentaro's neck before he scoots back and gets on his knees. There's a small towel nearby, likely from when Gentaro was drying his hair, and Dice picks it up to drape it over his love's shoulders.]

You're really feelin' lucky today, huh?

[But he takes the scissors and...

Wow, he's never had to use scissors here for more than a few seconds before, so he fumbles with them for a second before he finds a comfortable way to hold them in his left hand. They're small scissors, fortunately, so he can do a little at a time. Unbeknownst to him, it's better that way. And he's had his hair done professionally for most of his life, so at least he's seen it done. It... can't be that hard, right?





Right?]

Babe, you're crazy. You're seriously actin' like me.

[And he takes a little bit between two fingers, pulling it a little taut.]

How short d'you want it?

[yumenope]

( every single time dice says it, especially sober, his pulse quickens. he never thought he’d like pet names. honestly, they’re overused and cliche but god is hearing dice say “babe” the single hottest thing he’s ever heard?

he’s so damn weak to all of this. )

Not much shorter. A centimeter or two. ( he pauses, thinks. )

Length of your thumb at most, please. ( there, that’s more tangible.

note to self: don’t get turned on from this. )

[chronicgambler]

I can do that... I think. I'll try.

[Dice plays around with it for a second, measuring carefully, then makes one inexpert little snip. Afterward, the little exhale makes it clear he was holding his breath. He tries to breathe normally as he makes a second snip, then a third, then picks up another little section of hair to cut. It's not damp enough, so this will all come out choppy and uneven, but he's doing his best.]

...I'm not gonna be offended if you go get this cleaned up by a pro later, okay?

[yumenope]

( gentaro hums, and there’s something to it. an edge. a sort of layer that’s present when he lets loose rapping, when he’s inflicted by the moons. right now, it’s just him and dice. he doesn’t turn his head, but he does move his eyes the best he can to peek over and back. )

Perhaps I like it rough.

( his hair. choppy, rough. totally means his hair. yeah. he’s definitely something. )

[chronicgambler]

[He's snip snipping away when Gentaro says that and he takes out a little bit longer piece than intended. Oops. Innuendo was a surprise, there.

But, hilariously, this emboldens the gambler. Mentally, he doesn't weigh his options so much as he has a vague idea and lets it run away from him because it sounds fun.]

I was thinkin'... [snip] Maybe when you're done writin' later... [snip] Or maybe while you're workin'... [snip

He combs his fingers through the small section he's already done... It's... maybe passable? Honestly, he's Proogling a hairdresser nearby later.]

...Maybe I could just bend you over the desk.

[yumenope]

( he’s glad to know that even with how domestic and sickeningly sweet they sometimes are, there’s still that fire. that same undeniable electric pull that had them clawing at clothes and each other’s doors from the first day dice returned.

his breathing grows noticeably shallow. he’s way too turned, those words really do it for him. and the mental images. his hands curl into tiny fists in his lap. )

Would you? ( it’s said in a breathless lilt, a hum. ) Raw? ( GENTARO STOP. this man has scissors. at your HEAD? )

[chronicgambler]

[There's a push and pull, a give and take. Sometimes they're sweet as sugar, sometimes as hot as the summer sun. And sometimes they're just calm and happy, thinking little of anything else.

This is one of the heated moments, Dice realizes, and it takes everything he has to focus on his task. But onward he goes, doing his best. Gentaro's shallow breathing is intensely distracting, though...]

Mm-hmm. Hard enough you'll need to hold on.

[yumenope]

Will you break my desk, Dice?

( he’s never exactly asked dice to be rough with him. perhaps implied, but even then it was more of a desperation and need spilling forward. this was a tiny step further. a sort of premeditated roughness. he doesn’t quite get it himself but the marks dice leaves have always been some of his favorite parts.

his breathing gets quicker and he closes his eyes to picture the scene. ) A good thing you keep your hair long.

[chronicgambler]

I won't break it.

[He swallows hard, trying desperately not to cut himself or to mess up Gentaro's hair, and wow that section he just snipped really looks like shit. Amazing.

This is difficult...]

But after that, you know... every time you sit at the desk, you're gonna think about me.

[yumenope]

I always think of you.

( he’s way too honest when he’s turned on, when dice’s hands are on him in some fashion. he hums, eyes shut, leaning fully into it all, into dice. )

I want you to be rough with me. ( there it is, finally. )