“Look at you. You’re a mess.” D’ata clicked his tongue as he bridal style carried Gan to the bath. She was fully capable of walking there herself, but something about blood on the carpets and also D’ata hadn’t given her any room to protest.
Setting her down once they reached the washroom, D’ata turned and started the bath. Once pleased with the temperature, he poured a small amount of scented bubble bath into the water and then turned to Gan. Without a word, he began stripping the bloody clothes from her and tossed them in the trash.
“We’ll get you something better later.” And with that, he lifted her again and placed her gently in the tub. Gan had initially protested having her clothes removed for her, but she knew D’ata well enough that arguing would have been pointless.
“What, not getting in with me?” Gan smirked a bit as she settled into the warm water and bubbles.
“And get bloody water all over myself? Think again. Maybe next time if you ask real nice.” He hadn’t even smirked that time, but the fox prince reached into the tub with a sponge and brought it up to one of her shoulders, squeezing the water out.
“Your loss.” She smirked, thought it faded quickly as she watched him start to bathe her. “I’m capable of doing that, you know.”
“Doubt it. You’d miss a spot or two somewhere and then I’d have blood all over my house.”
“What? No!”
“Just shut up.” He placed a finger over her lips and resumed his slow and gentle rinsing of the blood from her body. The sponge moved from her shoulders to her back, though it paused for a moment at the gunshot scar on her left shoulder. But just as swiftly it began to move again. “On second thought...”
D’ata set the sponge aside and stood. Drying his hands off so as not to soil his clothing, he began to strip and fold them neatly, setting them aside.
“What are you doing?” Gan arched a brow.
“What does it look like?” Stepping one foot into the water, then the other, he pushed Gan forward a bit and then settled in behind her, picking the sponge back up again.
“But I didn’t ask real nice?”
“Do you want me to get back out?”
There was a small pause. “No.”
“Then stop arguing.” Arms wrapping around the small woman, D’ata picked his work back up, trailing the sponge over Gan’s submerged stomach. With a hidden smirk, he leaned in towards her ear and lowered her voice. “Or I might have to punish you for being mouthy.
in terms of sheer gameplay & a dungeon that im always happy to get? it’d be snowcloak, weirdly enough! if i have to get any 50 dungeon in 50-70 roulette, i’d prefer it be snowcloak. the music is nice & it’s not overly difficult nor too long!
20: Wild card: The mun discusses any situation/problem they want.
OH THIS IS A GOOD ONE.
Let’s talk about a situation I’ve dealt with recently.
People getting jealous over RP. Like. They don’t or can’t play with you in game for a bit, but you still make time for them in discord and whatnot. While you still carry on RPing in game because RP doesnt exist in a vacuum for most people. (Because it’s not fucking fun.)
You make friends IC and OOC. And then that person or persons gets obscenely jealous because now your attention is split because you’ve found more people to enjoy you hobby with. You still set aside time for them of course, and try to include them in things. But they find reasons as to why they can’t or don’t want to participate. And instead keep to a small group of people.
But they get more and more jealous and resentful of you because you don’t do the same thing. You don’t swap a characteristic or plot for them because it wouldn’t work for your character or you just don’t want to. And they get more jealous and angry about it. Start making you out to be the bad guy. Because how dare you not focus 100% of your attention on them 100% of the time. How dare you not do X, Y, or Z, even though you told them it wasn’t going to happen or you had no interest. You set aside time to do shit with them, but they always try to spin it that direction and then start to take it out on other people and you.
Now you’re the villain because they had their feelings hurt, even though everything is of their own doing. They isolated themselves. They pushed everyone away. They expect everyone to come to them instead of reaching out. They expect you to cater to them and what they want. Not acknowledging all the times you’ve tried to meet them half way.
But no. You’re the villain because you want to enjoy your hobby and enjoy the friends you made while doing so. How dare.
⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?
WELL LET’S OPEN THAT CAN OF WORMS
There’s a lot. And I mean a LOT.
She’s so used to being self reliant that when someone steps in to help her with something, or if she needs help with a situation, she immediately starts to question her abilities.
If her partners seem more interested in other individuals over her, (and mind you, this is all based on her perspective, I know my ship partners love me to death and do their best to allot time and attention) then she starts to wonder if she’s even worth anything to them, if she brings anything to the relationship, if they really want her around, etc. (She mostly keeps it to herself tho).
Basically, she’s a huge ball of self doubt waiting for something to set her on that spiral.
She’s very good at figuring out what sort of gift would have the most amount of sentiment to someone. (For the most part). but when it comes to actually MAKING the gift.... she’s pretty hapless. She’s not an artist by any stretch of the imagination (At least outside of the kitchen) so it’ll probably turn out horrible. Even if the item itself is something that would be meaningful.
