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[ ic // demi voicetesting ]
Man, whatever happened to a good night's sleep? Is the first thought that crosses Ren's mind. One moment he's tossing and turning in bed, trying to get to sleep, and the next he's staring up to the ceiling of the Velvet Room. He closes his eyes after he processes the bare minimum to get his location down. Can't a guy go a week without getting dream-DM'd by the fake-powers-that-be?
It's not entirely fair, he knows. He's just feeling blergh because Goro hasn't texted him back for a few hours and he was starting to get worried when Morgana batted the phone out of his hand and said he'd come home when he wanted to. But. Well. If he really had to do something in the realm of the subconscious involving chains tonight, he'd really rather be in Goro's dreams.
Maybe the chains would even be fun for once.
He lets himself stew for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. Might as well see what the "wardens" and "Igor" have in store for him this time. Ren grumbles to himself only a little bit as he opens his eyes again, and...
...What?
Ren blinks, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. This is definitely the Velvet Room. There's the desk, the structure is vaguely similar, and he. Well. He just sort of knows it. The vibes are incredibly Velvet Room. 100% blue, 100% weird music, 100% cognitive prison.
Except.
There's no prison decor. He isn't even in a cell. There are a few doors scattered around. Peeling himself off the floor, he realizes he isn't in a prison uniform (he's in his daytime clothes) and there aren't shackles wrapped around him either. And the weird music isn't grating in his chest like the world's worst rendition of Prison Hallway Salsa silently beamed into his soul, it's just kinda...smooth. Jazzy. Soothing. A bop.
The Velvet Room actually feels...
...Nice?
...He doesn't buy it. (Something in him wants to, though.)
Ren turns around a few times, trying to find answers. What's going on here?
It's not entirely fair, he knows. He's just feeling blergh because Goro hasn't texted him back for a few hours and he was starting to get worried when Morgana batted the phone out of his hand and said he'd come home when he wanted to. But. Well. If he really had to do something in the realm of the subconscious involving chains tonight, he'd really rather be in Goro's dreams.
Maybe the chains would even be fun for once.
He lets himself stew for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. Might as well see what the "wardens" and "Igor" have in store for him this time. Ren grumbles to himself only a little bit as he opens his eyes again, and...
...What?
Ren blinks, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. This is definitely the Velvet Room. There's the desk, the structure is vaguely similar, and he. Well. He just sort of knows it. The vibes are incredibly Velvet Room. 100% blue, 100% weird music, 100% cognitive prison.
Except.
There's no prison decor. He isn't even in a cell. There are a few doors scattered around. Peeling himself off the floor, he realizes he isn't in a prison uniform (he's in his daytime clothes) and there aren't shackles wrapped around him either. And the weird music isn't grating in his chest like the world's worst rendition of Prison Hallway Salsa silently beamed into his soul, it's just kinda...smooth. Jazzy. Soothing. A bop.
The Velvet Room actually feels...
...Nice?
...He doesn't buy it. (Something in him wants to, though.)
Ren turns around a few times, trying to find answers. What's going on here?
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Being so suave and flirty and just... Ren Amamiya.
Absolute menace.
Well, he walked into this, and it was bound to come up one way or another. Hoo boy.
"Gay chicken." He reaches for his forehead, massaging his brow. "Magpie, erm. Came on a bit strong. ...And I'll note, this was at Raven's birthday party, as an elaborate diversion so the kids could steal the birthday cake. I..."
Oh. This is so incredibly awkward to admit.
"Well, let's just say that my body had thoughts that my mind did not agree with. I got uneasy, because more than anything, I missed you. Nothing happened. In fact, Magpie has zero interest in me in that particular context, but it..."
Hm.
"I still felt guilty."
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He scoots a little closer, once again pressing his forehead to Ren's. "More than anything, I've missed holding you close at night. I've missed kissing you. I've missed every one of your ridiculous antics... You're my world, Ren."
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Ren reciprocates the forehead press after a quick kiss to the nose. "And honestly..." fingers back in Goro's hair, "trying to get to sleep without you was hard for just one night. I'm happy to have you back in my bed...in any way we can."
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Oh dear. As if his heart wasn't aflutter already. "...We can pencil it in. There's no rush. I imagine we'll need time to... figure it all out." Preferences. Boundaries. Comfort zones. But he'll give another quick kiss on the lips. "But if we do, we should pick a place just for us, separate from the children. There are other unoccupied houses. It'd probably be less awkward than doing so in my childhood home. Or perhaps... the Amagi Inn? There are hot springs. Nice beds. It could be a little getaway."
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Mostly. We don't talk about Loki.
"...It's probably silly how nervous I've been about bringing up the subject. But then I found out the other you has been at it for years, quite casually. You don't happen to have years of secret experience in the art of seduction, now, do you?" He gives a playful poke on the nose, smirking.
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Another message, and Ren reads it, then shows it to Goro. "Who's..." he squints, words swimming in front of his face for a moment. "Nightmare-chan?"
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Either is valid, of course. It's hard to say how adequately the others have prepared the children.
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