[Fukuda had just been wandering, thinking maybe he would pop into his room since surely Medb wouldn't be there in the middle of the day, when he encounters clown.]
[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.]
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.]
[Just reaching forward to grab the other's hand firmly by the wrist, pulling it to rest against their chest. Enjoy placing your hand against those buff clown abs, Fukuda!]
[Well if he does that, Fukuda is going to... just let him. But then also if he's allowed to roam, his hand will, a finger testing the edge of one of the puncture wounds.]
[Well... if Douman's going to say so, this emphatically it might just sort of reawaken something in him? He returns to the hole with new vigor, digging in almost like he's trying to make it wider???]
[Douman grits their teeth, their horrible teeth, but makes no move to stop Fukuda from the way he pushes in. All he does is dig his fingernails into Fukuda's wrist, hissing.]
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.]
[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.]
[When Douman leans in to do that, he might notice the hint of a hickey under the collar of Fukuda's shirt? Anyway. His reaction is frankly more of a wince, a shiver maybe.]
Mr Douman, someone might see... [The biting gave him a moment of clarity, it seems.]
[A flicker of his gaze to the hickey, and a smirk lights on his face. Hmm. Well, now.]
If you are so shy, then come. Come, now. [And with his other hand, he grasps Fukuda by the shoulder, moving backwards to the door of their own room.] Out of prying eyes.
[And as the door opens, Douman reaches forward to pull Fukuda in, and with a low growl, he moves to bite directly over that hickey on the other's neck. Why look at someone else's handiwork? Everything here is all about him.]
[They don't answer Fukuda just yet, sucking down on the already marked skin with a renewed fervor. Tugging Fukuda along to the bed, they're already moving to rip open the other's shirt.]
[They're still bleeding because of leeches! It's fine!]
[He really didn't plan for this? He didn't expect any of this to happen. He hadn't even really processed this was where things were going until Limbo is ripping his shirt open. He'd been distracted by holes.
Which is the same reason he doesn't think to point out they should tend to these wounds first, and instead just does as he's told, prying further, all over, imagining the sort of burning pain he must be causing.
Also. Turns out the neck hickey isn't the only mark on him. From the front, there's a few bite marks visible.]
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Oh, Mr Douman. You look hurt.
[Helpful.]
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[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.
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[And then he kind if gets distracted staring at clown chest because of all the leech holes.]
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[Just a stare. Their tongue flicks out, licks some of the blood coming down their face.]
And how, exactly, could you help, Fukuda?
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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.]
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[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.
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[His hand is raising as if to touch but he is hesitating.]
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[Just reaching forward to grab the other's hand firmly by the wrist, pulling it to rest against their chest. Enjoy placing your hand against those buff clown abs, Fukuda!]
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... What did this?
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[What a shameless whimper of a noise. Douman's eyes close at the touch.]
Leeches. There were quite a lot of them, you see. How irritating.
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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...
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[Another gasp, cut off with a sound that sounds suspiciously like a little moan. Their grip on Fukuda's hand tightens.]
Yes...yes. We had to turn the boat to fit in a part of that dark tunnel...and they simply couldn't help themselves.
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Sorry, should I stop?
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[Their mouth opens, fangs shining. Its like sticking one's hand in the cage of a hungry beast.]
Don't. Please continue, as you like.
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How do you feel, mr Douman?
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[Douman grits their teeth, their horrible teeth, but makes no move to stop Fukuda from the way he pushes in. All he does is dig his fingernails into Fukuda's wrist, hissing.]
What...what pleasure...
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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.]
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[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.]
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Mr Douman, someone might see...
[The biting gave him a moment of clarity, it seems.]
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[A flicker of his gaze to the hickey, and a smirk lights on his face. Hmm. Well, now.]
If you are so shy, then come. Come, now. [And with his other hand, he grasps Fukuda by the shoulder, moving backwards to the door of their own room.] Out of prying eyes.
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Hahaha... everyone is so friendly here...
[Just lets Douman drag him into the lion's den.]
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Friendly...ahaha.
[And as the door opens, Douman reaches forward to pull Fukuda in, and with a low growl, he moves to bite directly over that hickey on the other's neck. Why look at someone else's handiwork? Everything here is all about him.]
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Ah, that place is sensitive, you know...
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[They're still bleeding because of leeches! It's fine!]
Aahhh. Touch me more.
[Terrible.]
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Which is the same reason he doesn't think to point out they should tend to these wounds first, and instead just does as he's told, prying further, all over, imagining the sort of burning pain he must be causing.
Also. Turns out the neck hickey isn't the only mark on him. From the front, there's a few bite marks visible.]
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