Oflostinfound&#x27;s Sinday Sideblog

"Oh? I don't know, my brew is a strong rum built for Oni! Apparently we're well known for drinking...which adds up since i've got a lead belly!" She chuckles and lightly smack grim on the back, following alongside him.

"I would be interested to see what kind of board games you would choose, you can tell a lot about someone by what games they choose to entertain themselves with." This was good, off the topic of the dress she still was very much in, though that still didn't quite rid her mind of the compliments she had received, she could put on a facade until the mind fully phased them out!..at least hopefully she could.

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The smack on his back makes him take a few quick steps forward, if only so he doesn't fall flat on his face. The incubus casting an annoyed glance over his shoulder, but with a roll of his eyes it fades,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I'm certain I've had worse, but I suppose we'll have to see. ❞

There was that one strange fae that made really strong drinks... but that had to be cheating, right?

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Can you now? I have a variety, could throw you off... ❞

It's not long before they arrive at his place and he opens the door for her to enter. The house is rather modern, dark outside with an even darker inside. Walls painted black, furniture black or a dark dark brown, yet not too dimly lit that it's hard to see. All the lighting is nice and warm almost like candlelight, giving what would usually be plain dark and broody an almost homey feeling.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I'll grab the wine, over on the bookshelf there is where I keep the games. Pick one that suits your fancy. ❞

... This will be interesting, playing board games with his rival... who is still in a maid's dress. That fact is not lost on him. Guess they'll have to see how this goes.

She hadn't been keyed in on his expressions at that moment, more or less handling her own emotions at that moment, only brought out of her thoughts when she felt the nudge to her arm, an action in the same vein as her own.

Lips pouting briefly before she straightened up her back some returning her gaze to his, trying to keep the air of the strong oni she was, but genuinely she felt..butterflies at that moment? Strange.

"That, would be pleasant, I could get my own brew in as well if we run out, goes down like fire, but quickly cools into a gentle warmth." She remarks, having regained some of her gusto now that they were on a topic she was used to.

"It will be nice to see if you can even handle it." Olgan quips offering a gentle jab with words.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I have plenty of other spirits besides wine, but you're welcome to bring your own. ❞

There was that tough air she usually carried, thank the spirits. He's not going to mention it, not sure if he could've handled the blushy awkwardness much longer... despite feeling his own cheeks burning as well.

Thankfully that had already faded. Leaving him to keep his own usual stone faced stare, arms crossing and a slight smirk rising to his lips when she jabs at him.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Please, I'm sure I could handle damn near anything you throw at me. ❞

He steps to the side, gesturing for her to follow. His place wasn't that far, after all.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I have some board games too, if we get tired of just bitching and drinking. ❞

She heard her name, and saw his expression change, his words easily passing any barrier she had up at that moment. She got quiet, keeping her gaze on his for a moment or two before averting it, blush deepening as her form tensed up, but not in fury but more like she was hugging herself..she hardly heard things like this, and sure she was kinda fishing for it, but she didn't really expect Grimbright to be that genuine with her, more expecting at least some more insults.

Features softening, before she reaches out and punches his arm, not too hard really, she just communicates a bit better with action.

"Okay.." She had tried to hold up her annoyed expression, but it couldn't stick, clear she was fairly flustered at that moment now, even though she literally asked for it.

Now she didn't know how to proceed...

Honestly at this point he expected her to punch him... though he what he didn't expect was it to be a soft one his arm that barely hurt. Having mentally steeled himself for a pair of knuckled to his nose instead, the tension quickly drops from his shoulders. The incubus staring at her, bewildered to say the least.

She never really got genuine compliments, did she? That much was evident in her expression, in the way her face softened and blush deepened... and of course the punch. One that makes him take a single step back only to catch himself from falling before he steps back forward to where he was. His own face flushing, just a touch. She was... oddly adorable when she blushed, if he was completely honest with himself.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ ... Yeah. ❞

A single word, as he brings an elbow up to nudge her in return. A quiet way of saying he understood how action was better than words at times.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ ... Unrelated but... I have a bottle of wine I've been meaning to open. ❞

He shoves his hands in his pockets, letting his gaze drift off to the side,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ If you're willing to share. We can bitch at each other over it. Or. Whatever. ❞

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Hands on her hips, leaning forward and putting her, now quite visible and sizable bust, on display. "You sound like some judge of a contest, dryly stating what they see, objective truths but wholly soulless responses." It seems she is even more annoyed.

Stepping closer, following his step back. "You sound like the men who insult me, even if you coated your words in my 'defense'." It's clear she has twisted his words, not maliciously, but also clear she wasn't looking for facts, but something more..sensual? Was she trying to get an aroused reaction out of Grimbright? Hard to say...But her blush was still present, maybe she was still a bit flustered from being caught and looking for an excuse to be mad?

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ If I wanted to insult you I would've done so by now. ❞

She leans forward, showing off her bust even more than the outfit already was, and closing the gap between them once again.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I'm just stating fact- ❞

His eyes drift up to meet her's and there's... something else in her eyes. She's blushing still, that's not missed, but the way her brows furrows and the way she was staring at him... It reminded him of the time she demanded a compliment from him. Wanting something more than just the typical pick up lines and usual statement of beauty.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Olgan. ❞

He starts, his tone lower but... softer. A sigh breaking past his lips as he continues,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ You are attractive, trust me. I'm not blind, I'm not stupid... But I don't get those feelings for anyone. Sexual attraction, I mean. It's not in my nature, contrary to popular belief. But... know this, you do wear the dress well. You look... lovely, gorgeous even, fuck anyone who says otherwise. ❞

His rival or not, she at least deserved that courtesy.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Anyone who looks at you should feel lucky to have eyes to do so. ❞

elxgantcaptain

He continues to dust himself up and tug up the corset until she marches up closer to him and suddenly he looks like a small, meek and shy little puppy.

Wide green eyes stare up to her, his heart caught in his throat as those words are spoken to him, issuing a reaction of which a strange noise came from his throat and red glowed across his face.

James could not react at first, staring up to her at a loss for words, until it finally came out with a squeaky tone at first until he cleared his throat and it came out a little more coherent.

"You... AHEM... You offer.... A GREAT bargain..." He paused again, letting a more goofy smile cross his lips. "I... Believe we have an accord m'dear..."

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|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I know I do. ❞

She reaches to grab the front of his outfit, to hold the fabric in her fist as golden eyes bore into his. The blush isn't missed, nor is his stammering... it almost made her smile. To have him blubbering because of her.

She could have some fun with this.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Lets go to your quarters, then. And remember, captain- ❞

His title she speaks almost mockingly,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I call the shots. ❞

"I'm not ashamed of it, but I have heard it plenty of times, women like me don't tend to wear dresses, nor wear them well." She remarks, a slight leer sent his way, though the blush is still present.

Walking closer and quickly closing the gap.

"If I wear it well, then tell me what is appealing about it? How do I wear it well?" It sounds like she doesn't believe him, not even in the slightest.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Whoever said such things is an idiot. ❞

A roll of his eyes of accentuate just how ridiculous that claim was... before the gap between them is suddenly closed as he's staring up at Olgan. Being drilled on his opinion of the outfit he'd seen her in, on her wearing dresses.

He steps back in response, holding his hands up yet keeping his expression level.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Personal space. But. Fine. Since you're insisting. For one it flatters your shape, your waistline, your chest. The color brings out your yellow eyes, and it doesn't hide your arms- your strength. ❞

He's stating all this as if it's fact, still keeping his hands up though- and from the swish of his tail he's more than prepared to duck should he suddenly find himself being swung at.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Muscular women can wear dresses an be cute or beautiful too, those traits aren't and shouldn't be limited to woman with a more petite frame. ❞

elxgantcaptain

He winced at the lil smack of his hand, pouting in both annoyance and hurt and here he thought they DID look good. When she declared the risk in indulging, he hesitated, raising a brow and pushing himself away from her grasp, straightening the bunny ears on his head.

"... Are you insinuating you wish to ensue violence against me orrrr..." He paused against, a little flushed as he attempted to find the word with a circle of his hook, hoping her to finish the sentence for him.