[ SEPTEMBER CATCH-ALL ] we will welcome summer’s ghost.

[passio]

WHO: dextera and the crew
WHERE: all over!
WHEN: september… the whole 30 days.
WHAT: quests and whatever else crops up over the course of the month!
WARNINGS: nothing yet!


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[passio]

[ from maya’s mouth, it’s genuinely concerned. to dextera’s ears, combined with the coquettish smile he sees on the mysterious, alluring beauty’s face, it just sounds teasing.

she wants him to come to her, right? ]

…

[ with one hand still gripping the wing, he reaches out—woozy and lust-drunk, making the saddest little paw for her chest which is definitely not even anywhere close to his hand. they’re still pretty far apart. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ Oh. This is like the saddest thing and it feels like it should be paired with him in a cage while someone croons about being in the embrace of an angel and they tell you to donate now, to help poor lives like this sad sap.

But Maya's from 1999 and doesn't really make that connection, instead stepping forward to try and catch at his hand while he's clearly grasping.

For help.

Definitely for help. ]

Hey! It's okay, I'm right here. Don't push yourself.

[passio]

[ yes, for help………

dextera takes the opportunity that is graciously afforded to him, when maya takes his hand and so kindly, comfortingly, tells him it’s all right—and moves himself forward the rest of the way, burying his face right between her breasts. ]

…

[ and inhales? ]

1/2

[scooptimistic]

[ Maya likes to think of herself as a nice person and a good friend, and she's vowed to be more attentive to others around her. She likes Dextera. He's a sweetheart.

But he just dove face-first into her chest. ]

...

[scooptimistic]

[ She very gently releases his hand, to very gently step back.

And then she definitely not gently swings her palm at his face with a surprising amount of force. ]

Nope.

[passio]

—?!

[ it’s too bad that this isn’t the kind of thing that can be slapped out of him, but it does cause him to reel back in alarm because he didn’t expect the beautiful, lightly perfumed hand of the familiar alluring beauty to hit him like that.

he should have. ]

Uhahh…?

[ probably the most sincerely confused noise he could make at a time like this, as if he can’t possibly believe this just happened. ]

[scooptimistic]

Don't you "uhaah" me, young man!

[ Is he even younger, Maya... well, no matter, she's already bringing up her fists defensively. ]

You're not allowed to just go for literal bosom buddy status! My breasts don't appreciate it!

[passio]

[ yeah, except of all that scolding, dextera just kind of tunes into the word “breasts.” his face is stinging, which is a stark reminder that he can’t just go back in for seconds, but he only manages to keep looking into maya’s eyes—gaze unfocused, like he isn’t really seeing her—before his head just drifts down again.

in his fantasy, she coyly cups her chest before shaking her head. naughty boys don’t get to touch……… ]

…

[ he nods, thoroughly entranced. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ Is he nodding because he gets it or nodding because he's thoroughly entranced--

Well.

Hm. ]

Are you even listening?

[ She'll just wave a hand in front of his eyes. ]

[passio]

Huh?

[ dextera was clearly not listening, and it’s with great difficulty that he draws his eyes back up to her face. something is wrong with him, for sure. his cheeks are flushed, his jaw is slack—he doesn’t look sick, exactly, but he certainly isn’t well in the head.

he nods again, because he thinks he should. ]

[scooptimistic]

...

Okay, let's try this. I think you need to get home.

[ So she's just going to grasp his shoulders and turn him around. March, you. ]

[passio]

[ dextera goes with her for at least a few steps, even though he’s practically boneless under her guidance. he can barely walk, especially when a beautiful lady is touching him—so his thoughts go, hazy and aroused, and he lets his head loll back so he can keep looking at her as she pushes him. ]

…

[ oh? his hand is moving. he wants to say something. ]

Again…

[ he’s already forgotten that he got slapped for divebombing her boobs, or maybe he learned his lesson and he’s asking for permission this time! or maybe he wants her to hit him again. it’s all bad. ]

[scooptimistic]

"Again"?

This better not be about my chest.

[ It's probably about her chest. ]

[passio]

[ it’s the smallest of mercies that dextera isn’t enough of a pervert, even like this, to ask to be hit again—or, actually, he is, but there’s a small part of his conscience struggling desperately against this behavior that saves him.

as it stands, dextera looks away, ashamed… but honestly not that ashamed, even if his silence betrays him. ]

…

[scooptimistic]

[ ... that's... not promising. ]

Okay... okay. You're clearly not in your right mind, but I can't exactly carry you to anyone...

Maybe if I shove you in the harbor?

[ MAYA. ]

[passio]

[ dextera “can swim,” with big red quotation marks around that because if he were pushed in the water like this, he might either drown, or try to fuck one of the sirens, or both. ]

…? Ah?

[ that seems to catch his attention, though, like he might be coming out of it. should he be worried? he just wants to… you know… ]

[scooptimistic]

I mean-- I'd save you, of course! But I'm not sure how else to snap you out of it.

Maybe just a quick dunk...

[ And maybe Dex trying to fuck a Siren will dissuade them from kidnapping ever again-- ]

[passio]

[ a quick dunk… ]

…

[ finally, he shakes his head in a way that seems conscious of the world around him. he doesn’t want even a sexy lady to dunk him in the harbor, and the threat grounds him—he’s still kind of aroused at nothing in particular, but he’s shaking it off slowly. ]

Come with me?

[ very slowly. ]

[scooptimistic]

... I wasn't exactly about to leave you alone until you felt a little more like yourself, you know. [ dryly. ]

We're still friends, Dextera.

[passio]

[ …friends! they’re friends! dextera’s eyes widen, and that seems to be the thing that’s gotten his attention! ]

Maya!

[ with the little nautical name sign and everything! it’s like he just realized who he’s looking at. ]

[scooptimistic]

There you are!

[ ... So wait why was he just diving into her chest if he didn't even remember who she was-- ]

[passio]

[ well, maya, that’s just what happens when you’re horny. dextera looks at her face, then down at her chest, and then back up at her face in dawning horror as he remembers exactly what he went for and why his face still kind of hurts.

he touches his cheek, mortified. ]

…!

[scooptimistic]

Oh--

[ oops. ]

I'm sorry, I might have hit you a little too hard!

[passio]

[ dextera quickly shakes his head! no! he deserved it! ]

I’m sorry!

[scooptimistic]

No, it's-- I mean, it probably technically wasn't your fault...

[ RIGHT?? ]