damned_institute | Day 38: Game Room

She’d never been in the Game Room before.

It didn’t look spectacularly interesting, she had to admit… but it’d be more fun than just hanging out in the Sun Room, right? Yuffie idly thumbed through a deck of cards, walking around the room to examine various bits and pieces. Board games, video games, chess… No really awesome prank material that she could see, but maybe she could rope somebody into a game of poker? That could be fun, but… ah, then again, most of the patients were just like her -- they didn’t have anything really cool that she could swindle out of them. Not until Nightshift, anyway.

Still! She’d keep it in mind. It wasn’t like there was anybody else in the room yet anyway, so any potential swindling would have to wait a little while. What could she do in the meantime, huh? Pick- pocketing a nurse could be fun..! Wait -- no, not when it was quiet like this. She’d have to wait until there was more cover, unless she got distracted. Yuffie hadn’t stolen anything in days, not since that time in Doyleton, with the Kaito kid…

Yuffie smirked. That had been fun.

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This meeting was going about as well as a three-legged dog on sedatives. First Reno decided to actually take Kio up on the flirting, then they were attacked by the Killer Deck of Cards and now the redhead was practically inviting him to waltz right into his pants. Of course, all options considered, it was an inviting proposition, such as it was.

Of course, it wouldn't make for a great story back home. 'I got taken to this asylum, giant rats tried to eat me, they took my lollipops, I met a zombie and slept with a guy I hardly knew.' To Kio it sounded like a long version of 'I sold my art for a piece of redhead.'

"I don't particularly like the thought of being sedated, that's all." His hand travelled up the man neck, his fingers slowly mapping out his skin. Kio had sometimes done the same with Sou-chan, in those times when his friend was asleep from the pain medication. He knew every nook in his friend's collarbone, every indentation, every muscle, twitching under his touch. Reno was not Sou-chan, not in the least, but in this crazy place, he would probably do. Smiling again, leaning forward even more, until his face was so close to Reno's he could see himself reflected in the man's eyes, he added, "You might, of course, prefer someone a bit more... maleable, in which case, please, do call for the nurse."

Well, okay then. Wait. Did Kio just volunteer himself up to be date raped via nurse sedation? Even Reno found this notion a little fucked up and considering this was, well, Reno, that was saying a lot. Then again, if the person was willing, did it count as...?

Why the hell was he even thinking about this, Jesus. Reno wasn't sure, but seriously, it was a good question, okay? Either Kio was actually this stupidly naive or he had a really good reason to not care about making such an offer. Or both. Could it be both?

Though his thoughts weren't detracting too much from his enjoyment of Kio feeling him up because hey, a prelude to sex was a prelude to sex no matter how bizarre the motivation or the situation. If anyone was good at separating circumstances and the person(s?) involved from the sex itself, it was Reno.

He gave Kio a look, tried to make it more suggestive than I think you might be an idiot, but I'm not sure, so here's me humouring you 'cause either way, you're still entertaining as hell, as he snaked his fingers around Kio's wrist.

"I like 'em lively, actually. Otherwise, might as well be with a blow up doll, y'know?"

If anything, Kio was completely aware of everything he was doing. It wasn't exactly helping Reno be any less sad, and he doubted Therapy of the Magic Lust would work on Soubi's mental chastity belt (now with added padding for all your child perving needs), but Reno was not Soubi and Soubi was not Reno. Which, in a way, was good, because the last thing that Kio needed in his daily routine at the Institute of Madness was the Universe imploding. The food was bad enough.

Perhaps Reno had graduated from the school of ignorance, because he certainly didn't seem to think that Kio could read him. But he'd started this little dance and dammit, he'd see it to the very end. Quirking an eyebrow, Kio returned the gaze with his own level of In another world I'd do this willingly but to be honest, you're a better distraction than finger painting or watching paint dry, so you'll do and smiled as he felt the fingers on his wrist.

"I wouldn't know about blow up dolls, I only hang around real people. It's easier to, oh, I don't know, do this." The wicked grin never leaving his face, Kaido Kio leaned in and firmly pressed his lips against Reno's.

Reno had any number of responses to that on the tip of his tongue, but then it looked like Kio was going in for the kill and he decided it would be a bother to say anything when they were both about to shut up in another second or two.

Feeling like speeding up the process, Reno pulled Kio forward, although this was less to do with being impatiently horny and more that he figured the nurses would be coming over any moment now and seriously, he'd gone this far -- he was gonna get all of the tongue he could. Besides, he was a damn good kisser and there was only so much time he had to show this off.

And sure enough, a nurse soon bustled over, saying something, but Reno was too busy tuning her out. He grinned at Kio, snagged his wrist, and scribbled down Rude's room number on the guy's palm.

"Y'know, he's sad and lonely, too," he called over his shoulder, already being hustled out the door by the nurse. "Maybe you could cheer him, as well, yeah?"

He was pretty damn sure Kio would never drop by, but on the off chance that he did -- well. Either way, nothing to lose, right?

Except maybe a limb, if Rude got pissed enough.

This was certainly a lot more forward than Kio had expected. Reno was a good kisser, he had to give him that much credit. The blond kissed with eyes closed, like a textbook schoolgirl. Not that he would ever admit to it, of course, but it made him feel like there was an element of mystery and suspense. And he didn't have to become intimately acquainted with the other person's pores, of course.

All too soon a nurse came over and Kio was opening his eyes to a number on his hand. He? He who? It wasn't like Kio was a one man escort service! He did genuinely mean to make people happy. "I hope you feel better!" he called back, while his nurse was slowly making sure Mr Akatsuki would go to his room for dinner immediately.

As Kio dazedly looked over his shoulder to locate Sou-chan, he touched his lips with his fingers. He'd done it for good reasons. Reno needed cheering up. He'd have to keep telling himself that, because to think of ever coming that close to Sou-chan was the stuff of dreams.

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