[Voice] - About Moon Cycle Antics...

[envoyoftwilight]

[Midna does not make much use out of the network, but figures she has a question and doesn't want her face attached to it, in the event that anyone puts two and two together and realises she's actually asking for a little assistance. In the most subtle way she can muster, anyway.]

Hello, lovelies.
I've a question and your cycle—moon—whatever you wish to call it—is irrelevant.

How you do handle traits you acquire that could potentially be harmful to others, or to yourself? A good example of this might be if you grow horns and don't want to gore anyone who comes near you or sleeps next to you. Another example of this might be if you acquire serpent traits and possibly have some form of venomous accompaniment. Not that I know how that would work.

But you get the point, I'm sure. I'm not asking for any specific reason other than curiosity, so please, indulge me.

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[vanum]

[Leave it to Midna to knock him speechless. For all of two seconds, granted. But it still counts. He offers a low whistle. Two can play at this game.]

It's all in the stamina, babe.

[envoyoftwilight]

[She almost chokes.
Is this a euphemism? Dante, you're so bad.]

G-goodness. You're making my expectations raise a great deal. I already had high standards for who I share company with.

[vanum]

[He is the actual worst. And he's leaning heavily on that cheesy charm at the minute.]

Petting zoo first, right? Since I'm sure they'll close earliest. Then we can hit the arcade and I'll point you to the best cabinets. And once we've tired ourselves out? We'll hit up the observatory, and just take in the night sky.

What do you say?

[envoyoftwilight]

Gods, you're serious.

[He means to tire her out and that is, in fact, not a euphemism. Yet.]

I think... that sounds nice. You sure it's not going to tire you out? I mean, I suppose if it does, you can have a little nap with me. I do like cuddling on occasion.

[When she's the one instigating it, anyway.]

[vanum]

Always.

[Except, more accurately, never. Still, there's that nearly audible wink, to accompany it. If it's possible, his bravado only cranks up a notch.]

Me? No need to worry about tiring me out, babe. And hey, if a lady has a mind to get cozy, who am I turn down a chance to snuggle up? Whether it's a nap or a story, I'm always available to get comfortable.

[envoyoftwilight]

Well then. I'll try not to disappoint. Not that I think I can. Perfect women are far from disappointing, I think. You'll have to correct me if I'm wrong.

[Dante wouldn't likely know perfection if it bit him, though...]

It sounds like you owe me a date then. If you tell me when and where and ask me seductively, I'll probably show up.

[vanum]

Nah, you'd never disappoint.

[Said with that easy confidence and without hesitation. And no, he wouldn't know perfection. Not by most people's definition anyway. By his defnition, though, he's certain Midna is just that.

He clears his throat and lowers his voice, such that there's more gravel in it. And then he goes Extra.]

Resplendent Midna, wouldst thou grant me thy time for an evening, that we might pass the gentle evening in each other's company?

[envoyoftwilight]

[...Is this the part where she should start guffawing? Because she really wants to. Although there's some kind of voice in the back of her head asking about the potential that he might actually mean what he's asking.

Nah.

He can't possibly mean it like that. Midna is so far from romantic—except in special circumstance—that she'll likely disappoint him right off to bat. No. He's definitely kidding. So she does finally decide to laugh.]

You mean that we might pass the gentle evening in each others' arms, right? Yes, I think I already agreed to this. You keep talking like that, however, and someone's going to think we're courting or something.

[It's not what she'd call seductive, but it's one hell of an effective method. He's got her attention.]

[vanum]

[Honestly? Yes, probably. Certainly Dante's got his moments of seriousness and sincerity, but they've got no place in the majority of his daily life. Ask a pretty girl out with anything resembling gravity? Can't happen.

When she laughs, he just chuckles, not the least offended. And no, she's not far off the mark, though he does offer the quick,]

Hey, hey. Only if thou doth want them. I promise I canst keep mine own limbs to myself if thou wouldst rather enjoy mine lap in peace.

[And of course there's still that hint of suggestion in his voice. But really, he could ham up this flowery nonsense all day. He's stolen enough of his brother's books to know how. Even if he probably doesn't completely grasp what he's saying.]

Verily, others wilst think as they wish. I care only for my lady's thoughts on the matter.

[envoyoftwilight]

[She huffs out something that almost seems like a scoff. It's not exactly that, though, because she's obviously still amused.]

You can put your hands wherever you like, provided you ask first. I kind of like being in control most of the time. [Exceptions apply. They always do.]

So you should take me someplace nice. Someplace quiet and private. While I'm not necessarily against making others jealous, I'm beginning to understand that there is such a thing as too much attention. And really, I'd like to just have yours on me for a little without any distractions. No festivities. No others watching us. You get it.