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[Boredom was an interesting thing. Hazuki was sure some Contractors must experience it- she was sure she had, at times. In this City most of all. And if it did not interfere with the basic tenants of her personal safety, she did not see anything wrong with trying to erase that irksome thing.

She had very few hobbies, however. Perhaps she should get a new one. ... If only something out there seemed interesting.

As it was, she was curbing that odd instinct by walking the streets. Taking advantage, some might call it. Perverse retribution was what Hazuki thought of it as. She, whose contract required her to kiss men so intensely after using her powers, uncursed, and the rest affected?

It was almost funny.]

text [public];

Is this supposed to be emotional, or physical?

I can't tell.


[ooc; feel free to encounter Hazuki anywhere in the city. However, if you're a man she will... actively avoid being near you if you seem cursed.]

Comments

[synanthrope]

But me?

[wetworking]

Potentially.

[synanthrope]

[That's as good a victory as any, and Saya kisses Hazuki on the mouth. It's a very expert kiss.]

Curse.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki's is likewise. You don't get forced to kiss as obeisance for your contract and not end up good at it. Not as often as Hazuki uses her contract, anyway.]

If you want to call it that.

[synanthrope]

Flattery.

[wetworking]

Honesty.

You're good.

[synanthrope]

Thank you.

[A kindred spirit. No emotions, and inhibitions]

[wetworking]

[Who needs them? The only inhibitions Hazuki has are the ones that deal with personal safety.]

It would be wasted on the likes of Tony Stark.

[synanthrope]

He's not here, so I suppose it doesn't much matter.

[wetworking]

True.

[She's not stepping away from the closer space of after!kiss. If anything, she's slowly presenting more aggressively.]

Other things could matter.

[synanthrope]

Yes.

They could.

[She presses her mouth just against Hazuki's skin, not a kiss but a touch]

[wetworking]

[Hazuki acts when she knows what she wants, fingers tracing along an arm, moving to side.]

I know where they could matter.

[synanthrope]

With you.

[wetworking]

For a time.

[No pretending it would be anything but an act.]

[synanthrope]

Do you know where the Warehouse is?

[wetworking]

I know where my apartment is.

[Because as much as she likes to indulge in her hobbies on occasion, she's a Contractor. Sex is vulnerable, and usually only initiated on home turf.]

[synanthrope]

[Saya considers it for a minute]

9:30.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki ticks over the time in her head, three seconds.]

Building 4, #312.

[synanthrope]

I will see you then.

[wetworking]

I'm looking forward to it.