Plucked away most rudely right in the middle of his twice daily beauty sleep, Charlotte was not a happy camper to awaken not in his nest of lace and over-stuffed pillows but in a squalor of mud and rotted flesh. Ew, ew, ew, ew! Charlotte was no stranger to putrid meat, (an unfortunate side-effect of hollow-hood that he really preferred to gloss over), but this was just nasty.
Wrinkling his nose in a most delicate manner, the arrancar daintily stood up and brushed the grime off the seat of his silk bathrobe, merely succeeding in smearing the filth even further. Oh, bother.
A low, baying voice sounded further on, tripping Charlotte's visceral instinct, which launched his hand towards the hilt of his soul cutter, only to grasp empty air--
Suddenly, Charlotte couldn't feel the air, couldn't feel other presences, couldn't feel himself.
He could, however, feel the weight of cold metal dangling from his wrist, far sharper and less comfortable than any diadem or silver bracelet.
Seafoam eyes darted down in alarm, catching the glint of the cuff--handcuff--and then traced the brace to the other end--
Before Charlotte could screech in relief at the familiar face and opened his mouth to spew a veritable litany of questions and concerns when he was most rudely cut off.
"Charlotte what have you done!?”
"?? Jiriri-chan, what--you don't think I did this, do you?" He was injured that his beloved roommate would think in such a way, and a splayed palm on his chest conveyed his heartbreak. "I don't even know where we are!! One minute, I was taking my power nap, and next thing I know, I'm handcuffed to you!"
The fraccion wagged his finger as if lecturing a particularly naughty dog.
"Not that I mind, because this has happened before, but I usually like to be notified beforehand if you would like to indulge in this particular kink! I do not take to surprise bondage very well!"
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