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(I remade. Ask off-anon for the new url.)

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(I remade. Ask off-anon for the new url.)

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(I remade. Ask off-anon for the new url.)

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(I remade. Ask off-anon for the new url.)

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xan: actual gay with daughters kokonoe and hisako.

ANONYMOUSLY OR NOT, TELL THE MUN WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM

(HISAKO DESERVES BETTER THAN THE KILLER INSTINCT FANBASE)

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what sort of vibe do i give off

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To be honest, I used to find you kind of intimidating, but now that I've gotten to know you, I've found that you're pretty chill and down to earth with things. PS: You're also gay and responsible for making Litchi a bit gay.

Anonymously or not, tell the mun what you think of them

(i have yet to understand the intimidation thing. besides what’s more important: being scared or BEING GAY)

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(but memes)

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Anonymously or not, tell the mun what you think of them

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legacy-edge:

    Nu nods, moving her focus to the beastkin’s stomach. Her hands gently press into the muscles, loosening them with each soft touch. A massage by a murakumo was probably one of the better things in life, truth be told.

    She moved her hands down along the other woman’s stomach, skipping past her waist line, and pressing fingers into Kokonoe’s thigh, moving them down along her left leg.

           “Like this, right?”

              Yeah, like that. You’ve got the hang of this. [ Kokonoe stretches, relaxes--her muscles loosen quite nicely with Nu’s help. She’s certainly going to keep this in mind for later needs. Not even anything special; she doesn’t trust Tager to massage her with hands bigger than her torso. ]

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legacy-edge:

          “Very well.”

     As Kokonoe resumed her spot in the chair, Nu moved, leaning over her. It seemed simple enough, if massaging was just as simple as applying sunscreen. Nu’s hands placed themselves once more, starting on Kokonoe’s shoulders. Kneading and rubbing the skin with gentle precision.

           “Is there a place you want Nu to get in particular?”

              My legs and stomach.

[             She’s continuing this only so she can scope out the full scale of what she’s performed, Kokonoe tells herself, but that thought is thrown out the window. She succeeded. She has a new helper under her thumb. Of course, there are still a few odds and ends she needs to test out, but that’s for later--after this beach trip ends. ]

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legacy-edge:

     The look on the Nu’s face had become calm and content. It was strangely relaxing being with Kokonoe now. Nu looked to the chair, blinking as Lambda seemed quite intent on remaining there.

          “Negative; Nu did not…” she replied, blinking as her eye stared at the single free chair. To her knowledge, people didn’t usually share one.

          “I do not mind what our course of action is.”

              Hmm, how about-- [ Ding. An idea. Kokonoe gets into the chair again, laying down on her backside. She gives Nu a quick look, resisting the urge to internally gloat about this little success. ] 

              I’m guessing you don’t know how to massage somebody? If not, just rub my skin more without the sunscreen. Same idea.

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legacy-edge:

     The murakumo didn’t quite respond right away– lines of programming and code were suddenly being configured and rewritten. Various directives and commands were replaced with new ones. Her eye remained closed, looking almost like she had fallen asleep.

      And then it opened, Nu slowly rising from her seat. She blinked once, then twice, and was standing a little closer to the other woman now. Indeed, her body was properly covered in the sunscreen now, and the attempt had been successful.

          “What do we do now, Kokonoe?”

[             Success. It seems the tweaking and rewriting has gone off without a hitch. She gives Nu a self-satisfied smirk before shrugging. ]

              I figured going back to sunbathing for now would be good, but-- [ Kokonoe looks over towards her spare chair, but shakes her head; Lambda’s occupying it. ] My spare chair is in use right now.

Did you bring one, or do you have a better idea?

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(GAY. GAY. GAY. YOU’rE ALL GAY. NONE OF YOU ARE FREE FROM SIN)

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legacy-edge:

    Even if she had wanted to move, the surprising comfort of Kokonoe’s hands kept the murakumo in place. The soft feel of them moving across her skin was strangely welcome now. 

    A tiny breath passed through Nu’s lips, audible to only herself and the beastkin. The small configurations and touches were taking effect– it was only a matter of time before it was complete. Nu still hadn’t picked up on any of it, and even if she did in the coming moments, it seemed too much reprogramming had been done to make it matter any.

[             A few final finishing touches--Nu’s body is slathered in sunscreen now, and the subtle tweaks should be worming their way into her programming any minute now.

Kokonoe stands up, rolling her neck, stretching her arms. She puts a hand on Nu’s back one more time and pats it--a wake-up call. ]

              I’m just about done with the sunscreen. Guessing I didn’t miss a spot.

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✗ ((Not even sorry))

SEND ✗ FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO BEING GRABBED BY THE FRONT OF THEIR SHIRT/COLLAR AND KISSED HARD ON THE MOUTH

              Litchi, what the HELL-- [ The rest speaks for itself. ]

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legacy-edge:

    Upon Kokonoe’s instruction, Nu complied– she flipped herself over, revealing the backside of her body to scientist. The single red optic fluttered for a moment, closing soon afterwards. It wasn’t something she had been expecting, but this was…nice? It was hard for Nu to pinpoint the exact emotion, considering she had no experience with them, outside of being near Ragna.

     Speaking of the reaper, it seemed for the moment that this distraction had caused thoughts of the man to drift. While she still had the hopeful end-result in mind, it wasn’t quite her sole focus at the moment either.

[             Kokonoe can see, clear as day--Nu is falling right in. She places her hand on Nu’s back, and begins to rub the sunscreen in. Very particular movements--very specific locations. She has this down to pat.

All she needs now--perhaps more time to let it all settle. She rubs all across Nu’s backside some more, getting everywhere she previously missed.

Maybe she can just keep Nu there for the time being. Pretend she’s applying more. That’s something she can work with. ]