Aki can't really believe anything that's happened this past night: that she's had sex, that she's had sex with Crow, and that something's popped out as a result of her having sex with Crow.
Crow, on the other hand, seems in a different state of mind as he stares up at the mass of vines as a wet and clearly unhappy Rose Tentacles writhes about at the foot of the bed in confusion.
"Alright. That is officially the kinkiest. Thing. Ever."
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Worth It
"Where exactly did you get the syrup from, anyways?"
"Oh, Kiryuu swiped it from Martha's kitchen when she wasn't looking. I'm surprised that he pulled off something even the great Crow the Bullet wouldn't dare to try!"
"And he got away with it? You know Martha isn't big on wasting food considering how hard it is to get..."
"Oh no, she found out the next day. We got a lashing for that, but it was totally worth it. It gave him some ideas for next time, actually..."
"Oi..."
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Past Remembrances
There are some memories that are as clear as crystal to him, all of them things he wishes to forget. There are other memories too, fuzzy and unclear. It's funny, he can remember everything that Pearson said to him, but not much of what he said back.
Bolger thinks it might be because he's ashamed of what he's done and said. Of course, the cynical parts of him (which is to say, near most every part) snicker that there's nothing worse than what he remembers. After all, what's worse that what he's done?
It's not like those fuzzy memories of declaring to himself that Pearson should be grateful that he's given up so much already, that he's opened himself as much as he did, are that terrible. Perhaps they rub a bit more salt in the wound, when he thinks about how much the other man had given up for his sake already, perhaps they justify his self-derogatory thoughts. But they're not that sinful. Just small white lies he used to tell himself. Nothing like the ones he tells himself now.
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Think Things Through
"They might get mad if that party is parentally supervised," Pearson points out, shooting out fatal flaws in Bolger's half-assed plans like he has a tendency to do.
"Aw, come on! Who has supervised parties at our age?"
"W-well, t-the Godwin brothers still..."
"You're not helping, Rick," Bolger deadpans. "Besides, those rich snobby parents of theirs are so overprotective of their little geniuses, aren't they?"
"That's beside the point. I still think it's a bad idea. How on earth did you get your little hands on a keg of beer in the first place?" Pearson then puts up a hand as Bolger gets a sly look across his face. "Never mind, I don't want to hear it. Just look for a party that looks like it's full of reckless people like you. I'm sure that it'll be chaotic enough that you can get in without trouble."
this took me a while but I managed to think of something
Aki can't really believe anything that's happened this past night: that she's had sex, that she's had sex with Crow, and that something's popped out as a result of her having sex with Crow.
Crow, on the other hand, seems in a different state of mind as he stares up at the mass of vines as a wet and clearly unhappy Rose Tentacles writhes about at the foot of the bed in confusion.
"Alright. That is officially the kinkiest. Thing. Ever."
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Worth It
"Where exactly did you get the syrup from, anyways?"
"Oh, Kiryuu swiped it from Martha's kitchen when she wasn't looking. I'm surprised that he pulled off something even the great Crow the Bullet wouldn't dare to try!"
"And he got away with it? You know Martha isn't big on wasting food considering how hard it is to get..."
"Oh no, she found out the next day. We got a lashing for that, but it was totally worth it. It gave him some ideas for next time, actually..."
"Oi..."
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Past Remembrances
There are some memories that are as clear as crystal to him, all of them things he wishes to forget. There are other memories too, fuzzy and unclear. It's funny, he can remember everything that Pearson said to him, but not much of what he said back.
Bolger thinks it might be because he's ashamed of what he's done and said. Of course, the cynical parts of him (which is to say, near most every part) snicker that there's nothing worse than what he remembers. After all, what's worse that what he's done?
It's not like those fuzzy memories of declaring to himself that Pearson should be grateful that he's given up so much already, that he's opened himself as much as he did, are that terrible. Perhaps they rub a bit more salt in the wound, when he thinks about how much the other man had given up for his sake already, perhaps they justify his self-derogatory thoughts. But they're not that sinful. Just small white lies he used to tell himself. Nothing like the ones he tells himself now.
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Think Things Through
"They might get mad if that party is parentally supervised," Pearson points out, shooting out fatal flaws in Bolger's half-assed plans like he has a tendency to do.
"Aw, come on! Who has supervised parties at our age?"
"W-well, t-the Godwin brothers still..."
"You're not helping, Rick," Bolger deadpans. "Besides, those rich snobby parents of theirs are so overprotective of their little geniuses, aren't they?"
"That's beside the point. I still think it's a bad idea. How on earth did you get your little hands on a keg of beer in the first place?" Pearson then puts up a hand as Bolger gets a sly look across his face. "Never mind, I don't want to hear it. Just look for a party that looks like it's full of reckless people like you. I'm sure that it'll be chaotic enough that you can get in without trouble."