don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

Comments

[hentopan]

Always.

[ They definitely are, and Terumi even takes the second to lower his hood, revealing that shock of electric green hair. It's been far too long since he's been impulsive, so screw it. Not like Terumi has much of a moral code, anyway.

Well they're sitting on the floor, so there's really no eloquent way to do this is there? He's been given the invitation to start, and regardless of what's happening (though they probably both know what by now), his first move is obvious. He doesn't want to wind up on the floor, at least right now, so how about if he just tries to straddle Mikoto first. It's a decently forceful attempt, but Terumi is light especially without momentum behind him. ]

So whatever goes, huh?

[paralogical]

Yeah. I'm not interested in making—or following—any rules right now. Though something tells me you're not the type to bother with boundaries anyway.

[ Hm, yeah. This position will definitely lead to a lot of fun—and as a bonus? It's the kind he hasn't had in a while. ... a really long one.

But before they start anything there's something he needs to do. Quite confidently, and quite intentionally, Suoh places his hands on Terumi's chest and rips his vest and shirt open. Those buttons had it coming. As did the shirt. It's more than a little petty but Terumi's the one who said anything goes, he's only following through. And simultaneously avenging his poor lost shirt (may it rest in peace). ]

[hentopan]

I'm almost touched you know me so well~.

[ The assessment is right of course, Terumi would have it no other way. There's the trademark smirk on his lips until the revenge is taken and hah. It throws him for all of a second, but the fact that it does at all? He was interested before, but now it's on. A different sort of smile finds its way onto his lips, equally as wicked as his usual one. ]

You know, I've always hated this fucking shirt. Thanks. [ Now that they both know where they stand, enough with the banter. There would be more pressing things to do with his mouth soon, anyway.

Its gonna be one hell of a night. ]