rpg | RED (ADVENTURES)

You make it sound so bad saying it like that! I'm pretty sure there's enough people being heroes without me joining in anyway.

No, don't feel bad! It's what you like doing, right? Other than eating.

[which he chuckles at]

Wow! [ This is such an insulted gasp! ] Then I guess I won't be cooking for you tonight, you loser!

Hey, c'mon. I didn't mean it in a bad way.

[He needs that food!]

Suuure, sure! Anyway, I don't want to be judged by a guy who just jogs for exercise.

Hey, I don't just jog. I climbed a mountain this time!

Your first time! You need to pick up the slack. Running around the battle dome isn't good enough either!

Yeah? Maybe I will then. I've gotta stay in shape, after all.

[More mountain climbing for him!]

Hmm, why don't you see if you'll quit before getting to the other side of the mountain, huh? Think you can make it?

Of course I can! I'm no quitter.

[He's shocked, appalled... like he would just give up!]

Even if it'll take you two weeks straight to do it?

'Course! I'm always up for a challenge.

Then I can't change your mind now, can I? [ Know what? Time to stop floating! Putting an arm around Pika and shifting him up (onto the Promised Land), Blue tips her legs into the water and makes her way to the edge. ]

Ahh, these things are soaked! [ And unfortunately, rolling your shoulders does not help dry up wings. Sooo worth it though. ]

Not at all.

[Well Pika can't complain. While the floating was nice, this was much better. And, well...]

You still want me to dry 'em off?

Hmm...

[ The moment it takes to think about isn't because of you, Red. Blue's just trying to think of what to do right now about them! Hm hm hm. ]

Do you think you could press them first? Just between your hands to drain out the water. It should be okay as long as you're careful.

Yeah, sure. I could try it.

[He's not sure how to press water out of wings, but he does come on over, to sit up out of the water behind her.]

Er, should I just start whenever?

[ Let her set Pika down onto the ground - sorry, good bye! - so she can rest her arms there too. ]

Alright, try it now. I'm trusting you!

Yeah, of course! You can trust me.

[His hands move out to hold the wings, his hands lightly pressing into the feathers, squeezing them to drain some of the water out.]

[ The wings twitch, as do the woman's shoulders, at the handling, uncertain how to begin registering the pressure being applied to them. It's fine, but only a little, and Blue wiggles her upper body again when Red squeezes. It may be gentle, but...

Softer-spoken: ] Lay your hands flat on each side and press them that way.

[ Wings are very sensitive, Red! ]

Oh, uh... alright.

[He does so! His hands press against each side, pressing into them gently again.]

[ That's much better. The wings are like hair or fur, water absorbing into them and clinging and weighing them down easy. Squeezing had taken out some of the moisture before, but so did this way, and it wasn't putting any strain onto the feathers; they were delicate things, after all. ]

Like that. [ She says, so keep continuing like that! Though a little through it she does pause him briefly, just so she can bring her body closer up to the rocky edge and lay her head down to rest on top of her arms. If she's going to stand there having a cute boy touch up her wing, then she might as well be as relaxed as possible! ]

[May as well, yeah! He continues to work, moving along the wing to squeeze the water out of each spot, concentrating on not being too rough with them.]

[ There's something ticklish about it without the laughter, a warmness beyond the heat of the hot springs. Blue's somewhat used to it though from the helping hands of her team mates after a wash to get the feathers to dry out more quickly.

But Red wasn't a team mate, so it didn't compare completely to that. It was a nice feeling all the same, and she could lay and relax without too much fidgeting from herself. At times she sighed behind her mouth, eyes closed as Red's hands touched at her.

The problem arose when he came to the centre of her back between the wings, whether brushing it incidentally with his arm or hand, or even getting to the upper parts of them. Her back arched into it, and the sighs were more audible, small little moans. She touches her face to push away hair that isn't there, fingers curling afterwards beside her chin and the tip of her tongue licks over lips that aren't as dry as they seem, and she tries to keep control of the weight going down into her stomach and down into her thighs.

It shouldn't be such a problem, as long as Red doesn't spend too much time around the area. ]

You doing okay?

[He caught onto those sighs, when her back arched... he wasn't sure why that was happening. It, well... it felt weird for him too, honestly. Not that he would bring any attention to it.]

[ Towards him she looks, pondering how to explain it for a moment before there - there was that chuckle of a laugh. ]

It's fine. ...I'm not weirding you out, am I? [ Her wings flutter for a second, more freer than they were before. ] It's just really nice at the top.

[ She didn't want him to stop, but if she was... ]

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