[Guess he's going to have to go back in her underwear instead. He laughs at the question though, taking that chance to take off his shoes and the rest of his clothes as well, aside from the boxers. It's hard to feel shame about something he's done before, even if his body is different, since it's a habit ingrained already.
Instead, right in front of her, he teases by grabbing his own tits, squeezing them together and smirking. Weird feeling, if he was going to be honest, but if he was going to be in Nami's body, he was going to show off.]
Real fuckin' fantastic ones, all right. I could touch 'em all day.
[But in the end, he does let go, so he can tilt his head in the general direction of her closet.]
Come on, let's see how convincin' I can be in yer clothes.
You should touch them all day. [ Because she's glorious all over, and he should be showering her with affection like the queen she is, of course.
Stepping closer, Nami reaches out and gives his ass a squeeze on her way past and into the walk-in closet. ] Come on, before I want to see how right you got other parts of me.
[ She's already disappearing into a rack of very short little dresses – her favorite as she speaks, shooting him a grin over her shoulder before she starts rifling through her choices – of which there are many, because Nami loves buying cute clothes. ]
I want you to kiss me everywhere. [ Well. Everywhere he's willing to.
If it wasn't her birthday, Nami wouldn't have replied quite as quickly and earnestly as she does after Rinne opens himself up for special requests. Tomorrow he can tease her for her eagerness, today she is the birthday girl. ]
And you have to tell me what you wanted me to wear for you if you won. [ She tilts her head down, brows pitching upward coyly. ] Maybe I'll still do it.
[He doesn't agree nor does he tell her just yet though. Instead, he stands up and circles around the table until he was standing right behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. He leans down to press a kiss on the crown of her head, out of her sight, before he smirks against her hair and pulls back. Just a little, enough that his breath still tickles her scalp as he speaks.
Unfortunately, even her birthday wasn't going to stop him from teasing her.]
[ His breath tickles her hair, and she laughs lightly, reaching behind her to rest her hands on his sides and pull him closer to the back of her seat. ]
Everywhere means everywhere, Rinne. [ The tips of her fingers nudge his sides as she speaks, tilting her head back until she can see him again. ]
And it's my birthday, so you can't slack off.
[ Which will also be her reasoning for why she's not going to let his teasing rankle her. She likes being spoiled, a day designated for just that purpose suits her perfectly.
Tilting her head, she gently bumps it against his arm. ]
[He scoots a little closer for a moment, before he bends down just enough so he can press his lips against her forehead, featherlight and teasing before he kisses the bridge of her nose and pulls back with a grin.
His thumb hooks into the neckline of her dress, tugging it outward to check. Hey, she did ask him.]
Sexy black lace, I'd hope?
[And if it's got a deep enough neckline, he might even try to see if he can get it down her shoulders.]
Close, but, every time I wear black lace around you, my panties get lost.
[ Which is why, after he tugs at her dress to peer down at her body, not only will Nami roll her eyes at Rinne, but he'll see quite clearly she's wearing a sheer black mesh set of underwear, rather than lace.
Chuckling as he tries to ease her dress down, Nami leans out of his grasp long enough to pull the thing over her head instead, before she turns and reaches out to do the same to his shirt. ]
Sounds like a you problem. You should just skip the panties.
[Then she'd never lose them again, clearly. He had barely a chance to admire the look when Nami breaks away from him long enough to undress herself, then take his shirt off. It would be a great place to continue from there, touching and stumbling back to bed, but he had other ideas, and places his hands on her shoulders to sit her back down, back to him.]
I'm gonna kiss ya now.
[He's tall enough that he needs to bend lower to press his lips against her neck, tongue teasing the flesh as he slowly moves his hands down her arms, kisses following the path in a much more slovenly manner from her neck to the curve that leads to her shoulder, smirking.]
[ For all her sarcasm, she still goes along with it as he guides her back to her seat and turns her around once more. If anything, it works in her favor and allows her to conceal the grin that rises to her face at Rinne's words. ]
That's right, that's why I gave you more places to go. [ She laughs quietly, a shiver running through her when his mouth finds her neck and travels down her shoulder. ]
I knew inviting you over for my birthday was the right idea.
Weird? Why? Aren't you happy spending time with me?
[ Her, and not that other Nami. It's not the question about the cake that gives up the ruse so much as the smear of paint left behind on his fingers when he draws her hands away from her cheek.
The doppelganger's eyes blaze, the wheels of its mind turning frantically as it elects to change tactics. Deception may not work anymore, but perhaps straight facts will. ]
She won't ever love you like I would, Rinne. [ She starts, almost cooing with affection. ] She's too obsessed with protecting herself to ever acknowledge how much she cares, but I'm not. [ Her eyes widen as she reaches for him, wanting to touch his cheek. ] I can give you everything she's too afraid to, I can show you how she really feels.
[Oh? That was interesting. Rinne hadn't expected her to choose a more hostile route, but honestly--? That was probably not the best plan of action. Not for this Nami at least, when she gets a cheeky grin and a pinch of her cheek, eyes narrowed as he assesses her.]
Heh~? Yer true colors are finally showin', H*lbein-chan.
[Because she's made of oil paint, even if the reference flies over her head.]
Why would I want somethin' from ya, if ya ain't really her? I ain't settlin' for a knock-off just for funsies.
[ The other Nami sounds wholly confident as she points this out, before rolling her shoulders seductively and stepping closer again, reaching out to try to put a hand on his chest. ]
Don't you ever wish she adored you openly, like you deserve?
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[ Raising an eyebrow at the accusation, Nami tilts her head from side to side as though she were weighing out the validity of that statement. ]
Can you blame me? I don't think I'd be wrong to call them fantastic tits.
[ Her hand runs across her chest as she says it. ]
What? You can't take your own clothes off? [ Not that she'd ever balk at the chance to get him undressed, whoever's body he happens to be in.
After pulling the catch on his pants free, she pushes them down his(her??) hips, nodding in smug approval. ]
Are those your boxers? I look cute in them. [ Translation: they will be stolen. ]
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Instead, right in front of her, he teases by grabbing his own tits, squeezing them together and smirking. Weird feeling, if he was going to be honest, but if he was going to be in Nami's body, he was going to show off.]
Real fuckin' fantastic ones, all right. I could touch 'em all day.
[But in the end, he does let go, so he can tilt his head in the general direction of her closet.]
Come on, let's see how convincin' I can be in yer clothes.
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Stepping closer, Nami reaches out and gives his ass a squeeze on her way past and into the walk-in closet. ] Come on, before I want to see how right you got other parts of me.
[ She's already disappearing into a rack of very short little dresses – her favorite as she speaks, shooting him a grin over her shoulder before she starts rifling through her choices – of which there are many, because Nami loves buying cute clothes. ]
the great sappy birthday
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I want you to kiss me everywhere. [ Well. Everywhere he's willing to.
If it wasn't her birthday, Nami wouldn't have replied quite as quickly and earnestly as she does after Rinne opens himself up for special requests. Tomorrow he can tease her for her eagerness, today she is the birthday girl. ]
And you have to tell me what you wanted me to wear for you if you won. [ She tilts her head down, brows pitching upward coyly. ] Maybe I'll still do it.
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[He doesn't agree nor does he tell her just yet though. Instead, he stands up and circles around the table until he was standing right behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. He leans down to press a kiss on the crown of her head, out of her sight, before he smirks against her hair and pulls back. Just a little, enough that his breath still tickles her scalp as he speaks.
Unfortunately, even her birthday wasn't going to stop him from teasing her.]
Ya say everywhere. Like here?
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Everywhere means everywhere, Rinne. [ The tips of her fingers nudge his sides as she speaks, tilting her head back until she can see him again. ]
And it's my birthday, so you can't slack off.
[ Which will also be her reasoning for why she's not going to let his teasing rankle her. She likes being spoiled, a day designated for just that purpose suits her perfectly.
Tilting her head, she gently bumps it against his arm. ]
So what am I wearing?
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His thumb hooks into the neckline of her dress, tugging it outward to check. Hey, she did ask him.]
Sexy black lace, I'd hope?
[And if it's got a deep enough neckline, he might even try to see if he can get it down her shoulders.]
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[ Which is why, after he tugs at her dress to peer down at her body, not only will Nami roll her eyes at Rinne, but he'll see quite clearly she's wearing a sheer black mesh set of underwear, rather than lace.
Chuckling as he tries to ease her dress down, Nami leans out of his grasp long enough to pull the thing over her head instead, before she turns and reaches out to do the same to his shirt. ]
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[Then she'd never lose them again, clearly. He had barely a chance to admire the look when Nami breaks away from him long enough to undress herself, then take his shirt off. It would be a great place to continue from there, touching and stumbling back to bed, but he had other ideas, and places his hands on her shoulders to sit her back down, back to him.]
I'm gonna kiss ya now.
[He's tall enough that he needs to bend lower to press his lips against her neck, tongue teasing the flesh as he slowly moves his hands down her arms, kisses following the path in a much more slovenly manner from her neck to the curve that leads to her shoulder, smirking.]
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[ For all her sarcasm, she still goes along with it as he guides her back to her seat and turns her around once more. If anything, it works in her favor and allows her to conceal the grin that rises to her face at Rinne's words. ]
That's right, that's why I gave you more places to go. [ She laughs quietly, a shiver running through her when his mouth finds her neck and travels down her shoulder. ]
I knew inviting you over for my birthday was the right idea.
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Why shouldn't I be in a good mood?
[ The clone sounds so flippant about it, it's almost as though she isn't saying all sorts of things Nami never would. ]
I get to be with you, don't I?
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[It's weird. This Nami is weird. He reaches up and... pulls her cheeks. To be sure.]
Ya didn't eat somethin' weird, did ya? I told ya that cake looked sus.
[He said no such thing. He's testing her.]
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[ Her, and not that other Nami. It's not the question about the cake that gives up the ruse so much as the smear of paint left behind on his fingers when he draws her hands away from her cheek.
The doppelganger's eyes blaze, the wheels of its mind turning frantically as it elects to change tactics. Deception may not work anymore, but perhaps straight facts will. ]
She won't ever love you like I would, Rinne. [ She starts, almost cooing with affection. ] She's too obsessed with protecting herself to ever acknowledge how much she cares, but I'm not. [ Her eyes widen as she reaches for him, wanting to touch his cheek. ] I can give you everything she's too afraid to, I can show you how she really feels.
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Heh~? Yer true colors are finally showin', H*lbein-chan.
[Because she's made of oil paint, even if the reference flies over her head.]
Why would I want somethin' from ya, if ya ain't really her? I ain't settlin' for a knock-off just for funsies.
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[ The other Nami sounds wholly confident as she points this out, before rolling her shoulders seductively and stepping closer again, reaching out to try to put a hand on his chest. ]
Don't you ever wish she adored you openly, like you deserve?