EVENT: Seven Deadly Sins

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

~One Week of Sins - Day 2~

[Once again, there seems to be another disturbance in the air today. It's not known what the causes are, but you're starting to feel something tighten in your stomach. Hunger pains. A desire to eat.]

[You're in luck. On every single floor, in every single apartment room, there is a table laden with rich, expensive food. Everything to your liking, everything that makes your mouth water with all the food piled around you. Once you eat it, you'll find it very difficult giving up. You will want more and more, no matter how hard you try to resist the temptation. What's worse: you won't fill up on just one portion. Or a second. Or a third.]

[It seems you are starting to feel rather gluttonous.]





_{((ooc: Seven Deadly Sins event day two! Every 'Nexus' day, there will be a new sin with a new thread. It's up to you how much you want your character to be effected. You don't have to limit it to this thread, either.))}

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[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[To make up for the nudge, she started threading her fingers through his hair again, oddly fixated by the different mixture of colors.]

Is that a challenge? I'm pretty sure I could take them from you if I really tried.

Well good! You don't need cigarettes all of the time.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[AFGHSFGHJFK! <3]

_ahn...maybe.

I know I don't need them all the time but I want them all the time.

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Otacon decides not to say anything to that, because it's not really her place to, and she knows how pissed off Snakes can get when bothered about their smoking habits.]

[Instead, she lightly rubs her thumbs into his scalp.]

We all have things we want all the time.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[His eyelids drift down lazily. That massage feels really good...]

Mmmh. Like the food on this table? [He sort of moans his words out quietly.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[She happens to be just as good with her hands as her male counterparts~]

That's a good example... [She continues rubbing her thumbs at Snake's hairline, despite the urge to eat again.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[And he is melting just the same as he would if it were one of them.]

Mmm... [He closes his eyes and just enjoys the moment.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[It's a pleasant view to see Snake so calm and relaxed. Halie feels just as relaxed with the sight of her friend nearly melting.]

[She felt a tiny grin tug her lips, and eventually she stood up so she could get to him at a better angle. She tugged her chair behind him and sat down, just so she could work on the back of his neck.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake moans his pleasure.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Otacon shivers a little at that moan, firmly grinding her thumbs into the base of his neck. Her confidence continues to grow as she is praised, with the knowledge that she is doing something right.]

_{I do what I can for you.}

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[The muscles of his neck are tense; hard as rocks. His shoulders are almost always tense. It feels good to be forced to relax.]

_{My shoulders and I thank you.}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Jeez, they really are tense. Halie can feel how hard the muscles are, and so she works even harder to soften the areas up.]

Anything for you, Snake.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[His cheeks color a bit when she says that.]

You don't...really need to...[ASFGHFHSGH!]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

I know I don't need to. I want to~

[A mock of what Snake had said about smoking. Halie feels the grin growing on her lips, and she grinds her palms directly down against Snake's shoulders.]

_{Just relax.}

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[And as he's so used to doing, he follows her command and lets his shoulders and neck go limp, relaxing the best that he can without completely melting into a pile.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[When Otacon feels the soldier relax, she rewards him with a few more strokes of her hands, brushing her thumbs into his shoulders and neck. Those long fingers slipped up into Snake's hair, and tightened at his scalp briefly, before relaxing.]

Mmm~ [Her hands eventually came back down to his neck, before her arms snaked around him to pull him back for a hug.] _{How was that?}

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He shivers. All the little hairs on the back of his neck and on his arms are sanding on end.]

Wonderful!

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you approve.

[She squeezes him in a hug for a longer while.] I want to keep meeting up. I know we're both busy at times, but... I really do like spending time with you, Dave.

... It's okay for me to call you that, right? [A hint of a laugh.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I do~

[Blinks.] Uh- yeah. Sure. I'd really like that. [He smiles.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[She lazily caresses his chest, happily sighing.]

That's good to hear! [--And then reaches over to grab a bread stick, chomping on it.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake stretches. He's feeling pretty damn good now, and yet somehow he still is a little hungry. Since he's an expert at ignoring such feelings, he does. It's extremely difficult today for some reason.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

You're really warm, y'know. It's nice.

[She quickly finished off her bread stick, and nosed at Snake's hair lazily. She could have easily fallen alseep right there.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

So I've been told. I tend to be warmer than most. Not entirely sure why but I think I have an idea...

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Halie looked perplexed for a brief few seconds. She smiled regardless.]

Oh? And what idea is that?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Might be because I am a clone. That or my Father is just as warm as I am and it's just a trait I got from him. Not sure...

[Dave shrugs.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Genetics is probably the answer.

[A knowing nod. After all, she inherited her bad eyes from her mother. Not quite the same thing...]