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Well, there's different types of love interest, I think. Usually there's different "routes" where you can pursue different girls... It seems a bit cruel now that I've talked to miss Aoi.
[With her worry of fading into the background on other routes.]
[With her worry of fading into the background on other routes.]
Well, I don't...
[Think these girls are self aware but then again maybe they're just not supposed to let the player know???]
I mean, they're not supposed to be real, or conscious. Just code. They can't remember what happened when you played the other routes.
[Think these girls are self aware but then again maybe they're just not supposed to let the player know???]
I mean, they're not supposed to be real, or conscious. Just code. They can't remember what happened when you played the other routes.
Hah...
[Well, this so-called humble priest is in a state. There's a nice blood stream coming from their nose, blood on their very exposed abs, blood on their hands - well, basically, anywhere exposed. Thanks, leeches and their anticoagulants!]
[But Douman's eyes seem a little swollen, like black holes wanting to have their fill - it seems they were just about to head to the shower to clean off when Fukuda entered.]
Hahaha. Ahaha. Well. You could say that.
[Well, this so-called humble priest is in a state. There's a nice blood stream coming from their nose, blood on their very exposed abs, blood on their hands - well, basically, anywhere exposed. Thanks, leeches and their anticoagulants!]
[But Douman's eyes seem a little swollen, like black holes wanting to have their fill - it seems they were just about to head to the shower to clean off when Fukuda entered.]
Hahaha. Ahaha. Well. You could say that.
[Blinks. Focus.]
Well, I'm sure we could find some fabric to make bandages... And you need to be cleaned up. Ah, and I heard from miss Sheila a substitute for bleach that should help get blood out of clothes.
[He has not looked up at Limbo's face this whole time.]
Well, I'm sure we could find some fabric to make bandages... And you need to be cleaned up. Ah, and I heard from miss Sheila a substitute for bleach that should help get blood out of clothes.
[He has not looked up at Limbo's face this whole time.]
Bandages...
[Another lick of their lips. Their eyes seem darker.]
[And then they step forward. Fukuda has been staring at their exposed chest, bleeding, this entire time. How interesting.]
[Douman's voice is a low whisper.]
Do you want to...touch...? Mm? You can, if you want.
[Another lick of their lips. Their eyes seem darker.]
[And then they step forward. Fukuda has been staring at their exposed chest, bleeding, this entire time. How interesting.]
[Douman's voice is a low whisper.]
Do you want to...touch...? Mm? You can, if you want.
[Fukuda pauses for a second as he tries to decide if that was a noise of pain or pleasure.
He should probably repeat the motion to make sure. A little firmer this time.]
Was that what you had when you went in the tunnel of love? We just had a boulder rolling after us...
He should probably repeat the motion to make sure. A little firmer this time.]
Was that what you had when you went in the tunnel of love? We just had a boulder rolling after us...
[He gets it now.]
Pain feels good to you? The brain really is a complicated thing. Just a few crossed wires and you're operating in a way society won't tolerate.
[Digging into another leech hole. I can't believe they are doing this out in the hallway.]
Pain feels good to you? The brain really is a complicated thing. Just a few crossed wires and you're operating in a way society won't tolerate.
[Digging into another leech hole. I can't believe they are doing this out in the hallway.]
Mmm. Mmmm.
[Douman is worrying at their bottom lip - there's already signs that it was broken before by something, and now their efforts are making the wound reopen, and it start to bleed again.]
It does, yes. The immaculate feeling of...aah. A wound opening, and blood rushing out...
[Not to let Fukuda have all the fun, the priest leans in to bite, lightly, at the edge of the man's jaw.]
[Douman is worrying at their bottom lip - there's already signs that it was broken before by something, and now their efforts are making the wound reopen, and it start to bleed again.]
It does, yes. The immaculate feeling of...aah. A wound opening, and blood rushing out...
[Not to let Fukuda have all the fun, the priest leans in to bite, lightly, at the edge of the man's jaw.]
Edited 2021-02-11 04:25 (UTC)
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