#bloothepilot

[winewomenwit]

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“Yes, I know that. But, I wanted to give you something and you deserve something pretty so…flowers. Yes?”

“Ah.” They’re not especially Dione’s thing, but... “Of course.” She smiles. “Thank you.”

[luxettenebra]

@bloothepilot replied to your post:♦? “Is that bad or good?”

“Good, I suppose, since I meant it in the way that your hair or skin feels soft.”

[luxettenebra]

♦?

“Soft.”

[winewomenwit]

@bloothepilot asked for a starter!

Well. This was...tragically, not as new an experience as it probably should have been. Dionysus rolled over onto her stomach on the strange bed and dropped her hand down, feeling underneath it for...yup, her shirt. And her bra. Good!, at least she’d found both this time. She sat up in the empty bed, stretched, pulled her bra on and got out of it. Now there was a pleasant surprise for you, her jeans were still on. Lovely. Saved her some time trying to hunt those up out of the rumpled sheets.

Dionysus buttoned them back up, checked the zipper, and actually managed to do up most of her shirt before her morning-after routine was interrupted by the appearance of...--someone.

Shit. She’d need to start writing their names down if she was going to keep this up. She wasn’t Eros after all, slut that he was.

“Hiiiii sweetie.” Dionysus beamed at the girl--cute, not really her usual type, but cute--as she continued doing the buttons of her top up, this time without watching as her fingers flew over them. “I’m going to need you to do me a big favor here, okay?, and just lie to me for a sec.

“Did we sleep together?”

[luxettenebra]

"Not really. Just wanna cuddle.."

“Hmm, alright, then. Come over here and cuddle.”

[luxettenebra]

"Revan..?"

“Hmm? Something you want to talk about?”

[altrxisme]

"You're so pretty, Jo."

“Pfft, am I really?” The smuggler couldn’t help the chuckle that tumbled past her lips as she hauled a crate of supplies to the rest of the others she brought down. She huffed at the stray hairs that were in her line of sight before she set down the load, wiping her forehead with the back of her glove. 

“If you’re into sweaty smugglers that absolutely dread the heat then I suppose I could see why you’d say that.”

[smugglerson-a]

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“Please don’t tell anyone you saw that.” His hands tremble and his chest stutters with his quick breathing. Of course he had to lose control and have a panic attack so strong that it quite honestly destroyed the room. “I promise it’ll never happen again.”