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[sweatycoward]

Hey, that's pretty good!

[ The wink. The wink is pretty good, and she's pretty good at winking, and she played back. He doesn't - couldn't - hide the delight in his voice.

He likes the idea of this life. Strange hallways becoming nests for familiarity. Strange places becoming theirs, just for a moment, but with a life lie this, couldn't everywhere feel like home? What a strange, strange idea. That anywhere should feel like home at all. That he should feel welcome or in-place anywhere at all.

All because of her. Isn't all because of her, isn't it? ]

I'm a lucky lucky monster.

[ He's nuzzling back against her, voice low again, following her lead. ]

A lucky monster that could use a little affection. Shh, shh, don't tell. Just us. Just you.

[thatminx]

You're the best monster. The best, the best.

[ He's getting her dress soaking wet, this is going to be so weird to explain if someone runs across them later.

But he wants affection, and how often does that really happen? How often does anyone let her be so physical, the way he does? So she presses soft, light kisses where she can: his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his lips, anywhere he allows. And in between, she murmurs: ]

We should head back soon, put some dry clothes on, hmm? We could hide out from the real monsters and watch the strip from the balcony again...?

[sweatycoward]

[ It's fine, don't worry, Treavor'll have an a+ amazing explanation for whoever's butting into their business, shh, shh, don't worry, it's fine. He's good at explanations. A real ol' pro.

And he'll accept those kisses. He'll welcome those kisses, any she cares to give, with a smile and a soft hum, a low laugh of appreciation. He likes this. He doesn't want to leave this. Doesn't want to leave her, and anyway, if he remembers right, the ground's a little uncertain now and kept trying to work against him, only behaves when he's lying down like this.

True, he's a little damp and true, he might be getting that fountain water all over her and maybe she didn't ask for it? Fountain water is for lagoon monsters and bullshit jerks like DeForest and Madeleine. Hmmm. ]

'm not a fake monster.

[ She's getting a pout now. She's getting the signs of a faux-pout, but then he twists his neck a little, gives an exaggerated sigh. ]

Real monsters.

[ He gives her a pat on the hand, just so she knows his feelings aren't really actually hurt. ]

But I guess. I like balconies with you. Mm. If you can get me there, okay.

[thatminx]

[ She knows he's feigning hurt, but something about this cuts her in a way she doesn't like: perhaps she has spoiled the game, and doesn't she hate having her games spoiled? Has she become the offender in this situation?

She thinks fast. ]

No, no, no, you're not fake. But in the movies, the real monsters are always people, right? The evil scientists, the government, the military? And DeForest and Madeleine are like - the ignorant villagers. The creature is always just trying to live his life in peace. Maybe trying to find a nice monster girlfriend.

[ Yes. Perfect. The game continues. Her smile blooms and brightens, and she steals another kiss. ]

So we have to avoid the humans.

[sweatycoward]

[ This is a good... Hey, she's good! That was a nice turn, and she's smiling and he's smiling and he's gonna sit up just enough to give her a kiss, maybe a little hasty maybe just a little rough, but kissing is hard when you're a monster on the floor. That's just a fact. He thinks she'll understand, because she seems to understand an awful lot. ]

Are you a secret monster expert?

You can tell me if you are. Since I'm a monster, mmhm. Not a real monster but a monster-monster.

[ Wait, but. Something she's said? About finding the monster a—?

And yes, he's pushing himself up onto an elbow now, yes he's suddenly more alert, searching her eyes for an answer. ]

Oh, shit. Shit, kid. Are you a secret monster??

[thatminx]

[ His intense excitement about not only the game rolling on, but her possible monster-ness, draws a peal of half-wild laughter from her. It's infectious. Stupid, ridiculous game that it is, it's so much more preferable to anything she could be doing with - well.

The real monsters.

Bubbling over with mirth, she clamps her hand over his mouth and shushes him gently, as though he's being too loud with her secret. The ones she decides to reveal anyway, in a stage whisper: ]

Maybe I am. Maybe I'm a man-eater. You know: really pretty, like a Venus flytrap, and when men get too close, I devour them.

[ Her hand slips to his cheek, a loving brush of her fingertips. ]

That's why only a monster-monster can be my boyfriend. No humans.