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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!



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[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]

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. )