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( not as happy with these as I could be. |: ;;; ah well. enjoy. )
017. Confused
Japan took a deep breath and assessed his situation as best as he could.
He had a pounding headache, one that felt like his brain was trying to grow two times its size and his skull just didn't want to keep up. Rubbing at his temples, he tried to make more sense of it.
He was rather sore, and quite naked, though thankfully in his own bed and covered somewhat with a sheet. Those were both good and bad signs.
He also had absolutely no recollection of the night before. He could hear snippets of something stored in his memory, see bright lights; a bottle of sake. Immediately, his stomach turned icy.
Slowly, slowly, as if doing so quickly would wake him, he looked to who might be occupying the same bed as he. Heracles was sound asleep, a blush painted across his cheeks and lazy smile on his face, snorting softly every so often.
Japan flopped back, wincing and nearly gasping out loud as his head hit the pillow. Sleep was an enticing thought; he'd demand an explanation from someone later.
056. Kinky
Satu smiled to herself, walking up the narrow stone path up to the front door of Japan's home. She knocked at the door once or twice before letting herself in, taking care to remove her shoes and place them properly before stepping into the main room.
Greece, from behind the kitchen counter, nodded at her and motioned towards the hallway, down which she was sure to find one of her reasons for visiting. Her grin remained bright and expectant as she padded down the hall, checking through every open doorway for a sign of intelligent life; one that wasn't a cat or a sleeping human form.
She was so glad to have a Japanese friend, whom she could ask about the curiosities of said culture; the main article of the magazine she had hidden up her shirt spotlit one of those curiosities very nicely, in fact, but she was still highly confused. The only cure for that, obviously, was asking someone directly. And who better than...
"Yasu!" hearing her name, the tiny brunette looked away from her game for a moment, and grinned at Satu brightly but briefly. She was never expecting Satu but was always happy to see her, of course, though she'd have liked to beat this boss before she'd have to put the game away. Guests were such a trouble, sometimes; it was so much easier to remain in the comfort of your beanbag with only zombies or the location of a troublesome quest item to worry about.
... Oh God. She held a magazine, Yasu was pretty sure, or something of the sort. She knew that printed publications, in Satu's hands, were never good things. At all. Already the heat in her face was rising.
"What's a love hotel?"
"... ... Ano..." Yasu tried to think of a simple way to explain it, that wouldn't soil Satu's innocence any further than, unbeknownst to the Swede, it already had been.
"It's a place, where people go... To be alone... And have... Fun... Together." Oh, her game called to her. Why did Satu have to ask her these things? Why? She was never good with words or censoring and oh, why was she grinning like that?
"Why're X's so hot? They're, like, in every room." Oh, good lord, not the bondage. Not the bondage. Yasu was seriously considering calling her brother, her mama, anyone. First the boob envy, the sex talk, now this. Those Spaniards brought nothing but trouble to her, did they?
"Different people like... Having different kinds of... Fun... The X's help, I suppose."
"Oh my God, Yasu, are you into X's? Is that why you're so red? Go tell Nico! He might be into them too!"
Yes. Nothing but trouble, embarrassment, and annoyance; still behind her red mask, Yasu couldn't help but wonder.
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