[It's cute that she uses those words for it, putting such a playful and welcoming spin on something that's felt a number of other things before, many of them painful and few of them kind. It makes her tilt her head obligingly for the kisses and bites just as much as the touches themselves do, ease gradually settling into her - in parts, at least.
Schneider pushes into her hand, and Kainé resumes where she left off, fingers working with a little more clumsiness. There's more distraction despite her clearly eager intentions as she pushes off of the tree with her other hand and brings it down, pausing to trace the thigh wrapped around her waist. The Tights Problem is going to have to be dealt with, no matter how fumbling. Even the graze of her own palm as she works on it is enough to make her shudder and gasp.]
Hey. Are you sure? [It's a pileup of intersecting uncertainties, but her voice is so dark and low with need.]
[Schneider laughs breathlessly and bites harder at Kaine's neck, squirming obligingly as her pulse quickens. She's close now, but she so badly wants even more. ]
Yes. I want you. Badly. Don't you want me too?
[Schneider has been keenly aware of Kaine's eagerness this entire time; she welcomes it. Craves it with a dark, oppressive need]
[No shit. Of course Kainé wants her - not just her, but her, and every bit of herself she's shown her. If Kainé hadn't seen it all, she might not have felt her heart or wanted to hold onto its heartbeat. Her fingers pull out to adjust them both, prepping herself with slick fingers and nudging up between Schneider's thighs, pressing past clothing that's been haphazardly pushed aside to guide herself close and up and in.
She feels amazing, just as she had before, warm and wet in equal measure. Kainé's hips stutter a couple of times, too fast and too hard, while she's trying to adjust. Schneider had seemed almost electric earlier as she buried her cries into the crown of Kainé's head. She wants that back, craving the closeness and how disheveled Schneider had been. Hopefully she can push her past that point again - and quickly. There isn't anything she wants to see more than that right now. Otherwise this won't just be quick, but a little embarrassing.]
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[ Kaine finally lets go of her inhibitions and Schneider wonders when she's met anyone more attractive, any more addictive?]
Oh, oh...
[She makes soft, needy moans that she presses into Kaine's neck, shuddering as Kaine enters, filling her up, seemingly stretching her out. She's so wet now, so overwhelmingly hot and wanting everything about Kaine - the little kindnesses she tried to hide under a bristly nature, the warmth and care with the way she tried to hold Schneider even though Schneider certainly wasn't delicate and wouldn't break any time soon.
Yet, yet...
She squeezes herself around Kaine, encouraging her to continue. ]
Fuck... [It's guttural, the groan ripped straight from her throat as Schneider's cunt clenches for her. She's tight, yet so welcoming and simple to be with.] You're really... [Good. Better than she deserves. Worth it. It's impossible to put into words what it's like to be wanted without caveat.
Bearings found, Kainé works up into a rhythm that her fingers have already started, her hand tightening beneath Schneider's hip to hold her steady. She's held her carefully but tightly, like anything she might be afraid to feel slip away, but roughness suits the both of them, too. So she's rough when she really gets going, rutting her fiercely against the tree. Her free hand wanders, looking for the appropriate place to rest. Where can she touch? Her breast, her stomach - or her thigh, maybe even hard enough to lift her all the way up against the trunk and keep her there?]
[Schneider's voice catches in her throat and her moan is keener, needy. She shudders all around Kaine as she's pressed up harder against the tree. Her fingers dig into Kaine's shoulders and she'd be leaving marks if it weren't for the material of Kaine's dress protecting her. She turns her head, and bites at Kaine's throat again]
I feel hot, tight right? Do you like that? Fucking me like this? [Even now she wants to tease, wants to get Kaine even more riled, reclaim a little bit of that control she's long since surrendered. She's panting, gasping as that rutting pushes into her just so, the angle and the roughness of the tree against her skin sending stars bursting behind her eyes. She tightens around Kaine, pulsing, squeezing]
Damn it. [A shuddery breath, her nails digging in harder against strong, slender shoulders] You really are--so wonderful. So good.
[She's being goaded... Kainé is being goaded, and she can feel it, but the part of her that can recognize that and the part of her that can stop herself from falling for the bait are distinctly separate entities right now. One of them is very, very busy.]
You like it, [she growls out, and the accompanying thrust is so hard it pushes both of them up, making some bark somewhere rake and snap.] No wonder you're so wet; you wanted it so bad from the start. [With all that "impatience," all that pushing, Schneider had dragged her tumbling down into this dizzy mess. She's the one who asked for it - asked for her. With teeth biting at her throat, hot breath against her skin, Kainé has to stop and wet her lips before she speaks again.]
And... you're the one who's gonna cum from being fucked like this, aren't you? [It's filth, her attempt at meeting the same push that Schneider's putting out, but... also ...she is, isn't she? She needs to know, through words or feelings.] That's what I want to see.
[Schneider isn't normally loud. But like this, even with the rumble of the sky and the distant patter of rain that hadn't quite reached them under the shelter of this oak tree, she can't help but throw abandon to the wind to cry out louder, strained and overwhelmed]
If you know that--[Schneider manages to say through panting breaths, and tightens herself around Kaine, pulsing with quickly building heat and desire. She's writhing, biting Kaine where she can and clenches tight around Kaine as she feels herself pushed further and further to the brink]---then you better not stop. Like that. Keep fucking me. I--
[so, so, so close now and she's never been this ready so fast before. But Kaine is gorgeous, hot, really just her type. It wasn't just the roughness, the thrill of doing it out here in the open, Kaine's willingness to give Schneider exactly what she wanted that got Schneider this worked up, this quickly.
There's something tender beneath the edges, something soft, ready to bloom that Schneider doesn't want to touch on just yet.
[It's the opposite for her. Schneider is so different and so unique from those whispers of something she recognizes. Nothing like she could recognize. Maybe that's why this feels so new, almost like being touched for the first time. Maybe that's why her feelings are so cruelly confusing. She can't lose what she doesn't know she has.
Kainé doesn't do well being told what to do, but when it comes to that order... it's probably something she can oblige. She won't stop; she doesn't want to. The overstimulation, the discomfort of standing against the tree, and the frantic need to feel her body in its real and solid state have all made sure of that. There's no time for anything else.
Each time Schneider gets tighter, Kainé jerks a little harder against her, halfway to collapse. Her hand trails again to cup her neck, thumb against the jump of breath and pualse in her neck. Burying her face against Schneider's head, Kainé's erratic grunts give way to more words, the disjointed murmurs pressed into her hair. They're nothing but small words of praise, but they come out like secrets. She feels so good; her noises sound beautiful. In a way, they're more profane than the curses she easily spills daily.]
[Yes. Just like that. Wonderful. Schneider's words come out in half gasped moans, as she loses herself in the moment.
It's not like she hasn't been praised before. But it sounds different like this, different from Kaine. Pleasure builds up with intensity, winding tight deep in her belly until it finally crests at a peak. She cries out, her body drawing tight against Kaine as she clings to her shoulders. Pleasure wracks through her body ebbing waves, until it finally subsides, leaving her a little dazed and more than pliant in Kaine's arms]
[There’s something so satisfying about Schneider, who had been so feisty and baiting, going taut and then soft against her, yielding into something that’s been so rough and forceful until now. She buries her face entirely into Schneider’s hair, panting and drawing her lips along her crown.]
Ah… god. That good? [She tries to chuckle, but it just comes out gasping, breathless and meandering. It’s still so tight and warm around her, trembling furiously. In response, she can only push more, trying to get herself even deeper.] Looks like… nngh, I was right.
[The shame starts to seep in behind the want, behind the indefinable something that makes her want to hold onto this slipping, temporary feeling. She can withdraw to finish herself off once the aftershocks have passed, but she isn’t ready yet… Surely there’s nothing wrong with leaning forward into Schneider’s heat, pretend it’s welcoming her specifically. Selfish Kainé can have a few more moments rocking into her, rolling through the aftermath.]
[Schneider clings to Kaine, panting and adjusts her legs, wrapping them both around Kaine's hips. Kaine is strong enough to hold them both up. But she squeezes herself around Kaine pointedly, humming with pleasure]
Since you pleased me...I think it's only right to let you keep going, hm?
[Each thrust through the aftermath is a little overwhelming, making Schneider's toes curl in her boots. But isn't that part of the thrill too?]
[Oh. Shit. Her hand drops from Schneider's neck to quickly get ahold of her ass, keeping her aloft and steady against the tree. And holding her like this, she can almost feel the angle deepen, letting her get that last closeness she was trying to achieve. And she's gripping her just right -
Kainé knows better than to protest now, not after that invitation. Schneider knows better than anyone else if she would break and what it would take to break her. She agrees with a dumb, wordless little nod into her hair. It has to be intense for her, but that doesn't mean it can't still be good. Her chest starts to hurt from the pounding of her heartbeat or something she's been holding inside it hard enough to make it crack.
After that, Kainé blanks out a little. It almost even makes the guilt in her heart shut up again. She gets close again easily; holding Schneider up like this puts another impetus to make this brief. Kainé is the right touch, the right word, away, a puzzle that can be solved as soon as the right letter is found.
And if the rain in the distance has started moving in a strange direction every now and then, it's just because she's so dizzy with need, unable to think straight.]
[It's a lot, too much, but it's exactly how Schneider likes it. She nuzzles at Kaine's throat, murmurs of approval falling from her lips. Did Kaine feel good? Kaine is beautiful, and strong, and wonderful, and Schneider wants her to feel that. The rain is a distant call now, beyond the slide of their skin and ragged breaths mingling together as Kaine takes her, as she tries to hold Kaine so close so she can't let go]
[Something itchy pricks behind her eyes again as Kainé kisses Schneider's scalp again and again. Beautiful? Wonderful? Does she really feel like she can be any of those things? It almost seems comfortable when it comes from someone like this. She does feel good, and safe in a way that's dangerous and frightening. Safe in a way that can be taken away later. Push closer, pull away... but if she tried to run now, she couldn't. Kainé is being held too close.
What had Schneider said before? She'd make a mess of them both. And it is a mess when she finally stumbles past the zenith following Schneider. She cries out in a hopeless half-sob, injections of heat pulsing through her veins and throbs, spilling inside her with a few last unsteady pumps.
[Heat and wetness fills her up and she moans softly for it, straining against Kaine to take her in, all of her. When Kaine finally goes still, Schneider unwinds her legs, but only to steady them both, even if her thighs are trembling with the exertion of it. She nuzzles at Kaine's cheek, kissing away the dampness with a pleased little hum. She feels rung out and languid now, pleasant little aftershocks still pulsing through her. This is what she had wanted, right? A little closeness, a little physical encounter to chase away the tension that gnawed at her heart, the shadows that constantly dogged her every step...
[Kainé's dreams are filled with empty, painful aches and questions she can't answer. They're dominated by the Aerie, the fight against that monstrous Shade, and the moment she almost let herself fade away. Sometimes, though, they're tender - a fantasy of formless, warm light touching her. Holding her. Telling her she's somewhere she belongs. What if that was something she could have? What if it wasn't hidden and fake and lost?
As kisses dot her cheeks, Kainé squeezes her eyes shut. Then she returns them, brushing her lips over Schneider's sweat-dampened forehead and over to her temple. She'd really gotten a little carried away. And it wasn't just the sex - the rough, hot immediacy of it - but the emotions she let sneak in along the way. Just because she didn't want to see Schneider disappear, unspoken for and forgotten, Kainé had started to feel that it was more than just a distraction for tonight, that it was more than just an anchor to briefly comfort her. I do like you quite a lot.
Feeling a tightness in her chest that Kainé imagines must mean she needs some distance, she lets Schneider's legs down, gently slipping out and away. She isn't even sure how Schneider knew she was thinking of letting go before. Was she predictable? Was there some kind of problem with that? Kainé runs a hand through her hair haphazardly, at a loss for words.]
[ As if sensing Kaine's intentions, as soon as she finishes fixing her clothes, she casually reaches out to grab Kaine's hand]
Planning on fucking and running?
[ There's a playfulness to her smile, not a barb meant to goad. Her thighs are sticky and wet and while she could return to her room unnoticed...well, there were a lot of things about her that would be. Like the state of her body, the way her smile didn't quite settle over her skin, the desire to keep lingering near Kaine...]
[She did it again. Kainé stills as soon as she's called out, hand staying compliantly in Schneider's save for one startled, sudden pull, the windup to an instinctive punch that doesn't lash out.]
Thought you'd want to get cleaned up. [And, consequently, to get away from what made her a mess in the first place.
These tights are just going to have to go entirely, aren't they? What a pain in the ass. She fidgets a little.] Unless you wanted to cuddle out here. [There's more than one implication there: It's not like they're the type to cuddle (right...?), and even if they were, they put themselves in the dumbest place for it.]
[Schneider lifts an eyebrow, amusement brightening her gaze. It's not difficult to read the tension in Kaine's body, the wariness drawing her muscles back into something more defensive]
And you don't? I can get cleaned up later. [She tilts her head. Maybe neither of them are for cuddling. Or maybe it's been hidden under all the ways they choose to be difficult. She's not against the thought but...] But mm, lets find somewhere not in the rain first.
[She is not returning to the dorms like this and she's not letting Kaine wander around like this either.]
[The longer Schneider isn't immediately pulling away, the more Kainé is trapped. Willingly trapped is still trapped. The fight or flight fades a little. She did give her word.]
Yeah, you don't want to get caught out in this. [She knows Schneider hates the rain...and tonight, with the storm encroaching but not yet arrived, looking more and more like the thing she saw in that inescapable dream, Kainé is starting to hate it too.]
Your call. [She'll follow - at the very least, until they're safe from the rain.]
[She can pay for a hotel room, let them wash up before they return to the dorms (assuming, of course, Kaine did return to the dorms). And if that's a chance to take things further again...maybe she wasn't quite satisfied with everything just yet]
That was quick. Sure. I've got nowhere better to be, either. [And she means it. Kainé was the one who came to find her.
Under the harsher light of... well, light, and without the excuse of desperately giving Schneider a reason not to fade away, there might be more for Kainé to stumble over. It'll stop being spontaneous, and she'll have to really let the reason sink into her bones.
... But Schneider is one of those people, the kind that somehow keeps finding her: the kind it's impossible not to end up taken in by somehow. She is incredibly persuasive.]
Then I'll make your time worth it. [ Schneider always knew how to make people follow at her pace. And with Kaine's hand in hers, she has every intent on making that happen over and over. She'll swallow Kaine up, a wildfire burning relentlessly. Even if..
Ah, such sentimental thoughts didn't suit her. She'll just have to keep going where her instincts tell her]
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Schneider pushes into her hand, and Kainé resumes where she left off, fingers working with a little more clumsiness. There's more distraction despite her clearly eager intentions as she pushes off of the tree with her other hand and brings it down, pausing to trace the thigh wrapped around her waist. The Tights Problem is going to have to be dealt with, no matter how fumbling. Even the graze of her own palm as she works on it is enough to make her shudder and gasp.]
Hey. Are you sure? [It's a pileup of intersecting uncertainties, but her voice is so dark and low with need.]
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Yes. I want you. Badly. Don't you want me too?
[Schneider has been keenly aware of Kaine's eagerness this entire time; she welcomes it. Craves it with a dark, oppressive need]
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She feels amazing, just as she had before, warm and wet in equal measure. Kainé's hips stutter a couple of times, too fast and too hard, while she's trying to adjust. Schneider had seemed almost electric earlier as she buried her cries into the crown of Kainé's head. She wants that back, craving the closeness and how disheveled Schneider had been. Hopefully she can push her past that point again - and quickly. There isn't anything she wants to see more than that right now. Otherwise this won't just be quick, but a little embarrassing.]
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Oh, oh...
[She makes soft, needy moans that she presses into Kaine's neck, shuddering as Kaine enters, filling her up, seemingly stretching her out. She's so wet now, so overwhelmingly hot and wanting everything about Kaine - the little kindnesses she tried to hide under a bristly nature, the warmth and care with the way she tried to hold Schneider even though Schneider certainly wasn't delicate and wouldn't break any time soon.
Yet, yet...
She squeezes herself around Kaine, encouraging her to continue. ]
Like that, yes--
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Bearings found, Kainé works up into a rhythm that her fingers have already started, her hand tightening beneath Schneider's hip to hold her steady. She's held her carefully but tightly, like anything she might be afraid to feel slip away, but roughness suits the both of them, too. So she's rough when she really gets going, rutting her fiercely against the tree. Her free hand wanders, looking for the appropriate place to rest. Where can she touch? Her breast, her stomach - or her thigh, maybe even hard enough to lift her all the way up against the trunk and keep her there?]
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I feel hot, tight right? Do you like that? Fucking me like this? [Even now she wants to tease, wants to get Kaine even more riled, reclaim a little bit of that control she's long since surrendered. She's panting, gasping as that rutting pushes into her just so, the angle and the roughness of the tree against her skin sending stars bursting behind her eyes. She tightens around Kaine, pulsing, squeezing]
Damn it. [A shuddery breath, her nails digging in harder against strong, slender shoulders] You really are--so wonderful. So good.
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You like it, [she growls out, and the accompanying thrust is so hard it pushes both of them up, making some bark somewhere rake and snap.] No wonder you're so wet; you wanted it so bad from the start. [With all that "impatience," all that pushing, Schneider had dragged her tumbling down into this dizzy mess. She's the one who asked for it - asked for her. With teeth biting at her throat, hot breath against her skin, Kainé has to stop and wet her lips before she speaks again.]
And... you're the one who's gonna cum from being fucked like this, aren't you? [It's filth, her attempt at meeting the same push that Schneider's putting out, but... also ...she is, isn't she? She needs to know, through words or feelings.] That's what I want to see.
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If you know that--[Schneider manages to say through panting breaths, and tightens herself around Kaine, pulsing with quickly building heat and desire. She's writhing, biting Kaine where she can and clenches tight around Kaine as she feels herself pushed further and further to the brink]---then you better not stop. Like that. Keep fucking me. I--
[so, so, so close now and she's never been this ready so fast before. But Kaine is gorgeous, hot, really just her type. It wasn't just the roughness, the thrill of doing it out here in the open, Kaine's willingness to give Schneider exactly what she wanted that got Schneider this worked up, this quickly.
There's something tender beneath the edges, something soft, ready to bloom that Schneider doesn't want to touch on just yet.
Or maybe ever.
What else can she give Kaine other than this?]
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Kainé doesn't do well being told what to do, but when it comes to that order... it's probably something she can oblige. She won't stop; she doesn't want to. The overstimulation, the discomfort of standing against the tree, and the frantic need to feel her body in its real and solid state have all made sure of that. There's no time for anything else.
Each time Schneider gets tighter, Kainé jerks a little harder against her, halfway to collapse. Her hand trails again to cup her neck, thumb against the jump of breath and pualse in her neck. Burying her face against Schneider's head, Kainé's erratic grunts give way to more words, the disjointed murmurs pressed into her hair. They're nothing but small words of praise, but they come out like secrets. She feels so good; her noises sound beautiful. In a way, they're more profane than the curses she easily spills daily.]
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It's not like she hasn't been praised before. But it sounds different like this, different from Kaine. Pleasure builds up with intensity, winding tight deep in her belly until it finally crests at a peak. She cries out, her body drawing tight against Kaine as she clings to her shoulders. Pleasure wracks through her body ebbing waves, until it finally subsides, leaving her a little dazed and more than pliant in Kaine's arms]
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Ah… god. That good? [She tries to chuckle, but it just comes out gasping, breathless and meandering. It’s still so tight and warm around her, trembling furiously. In response, she can only push more, trying to get herself even deeper.] Looks like… nngh, I was right.
[The shame starts to seep in behind the want, behind the indefinable something that makes her want to hold onto this slipping, temporary feeling. She can withdraw to finish herself off once the aftershocks have passed, but she isn’t ready yet… Surely there’s nothing wrong with leaning forward into Schneider’s heat, pretend it’s welcoming her specifically. Selfish Kainé can have a few more moments rocking into her, rolling through the aftermath.]
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Since you pleased me...I think it's only right to let you keep going, hm?
[Each thrust through the aftermath is a little overwhelming, making Schneider's toes curl in her boots. But isn't that part of the thrill too?]
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Kainé knows better than to protest now, not after that invitation. Schneider knows better than anyone else if she would break and what it would take to break her. She agrees with a dumb, wordless little nod into her hair. It has to be intense for her, but that doesn't mean it can't still be good. Her chest starts to hurt from the pounding of her heartbeat or something she's been holding inside it hard enough to make it crack.
After that, Kainé blanks out a little. It almost even makes the guilt in her heart shut up again. She gets close again easily; holding Schneider up like this puts another impetus to make this brief. Kainé is the right touch, the right word, away, a puzzle that can be solved as soon as the right letter is found.
And if the rain in the distance has started moving in a strange direction every now and then, it's just because she's so dizzy with need, unable to think straight.]
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What had Schneider said before? She'd make a mess of them both. And it is a mess when she finally stumbles past the zenith following Schneider. She cries out in a hopeless half-sob, injections of heat pulsing through her veins and throbs, spilling inside her with a few last unsteady pumps.
... Oh, she's in trouble.]
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The rain only gets louder now]
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As kisses dot her cheeks, Kainé squeezes her eyes shut. Then she returns them, brushing her lips over Schneider's sweat-dampened forehead and over to her temple. She'd really gotten a little carried away. And it wasn't just the sex - the rough, hot immediacy of it - but the emotions she let sneak in along the way. Just because she didn't want to see Schneider disappear, unspoken for and forgotten, Kainé had started to feel that it was more than just a distraction for tonight, that it was more than just an anchor to briefly comfort her. I do like you quite a lot.
Feeling a tightness in her chest that Kainé imagines must mean she needs some distance, she lets Schneider's legs down, gently slipping out and away. She isn't even sure how Schneider knew she was thinking of letting go before. Was she predictable? Was there some kind of problem with that? Kainé runs a hand through her hair haphazardly, at a loss for words.]
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Planning on fucking and running?
[ There's a playfulness to her smile, not a barb meant to goad. Her thighs are sticky and wet and while she could return to her room unnoticed...well, there were a lot of things about her that would be. Like the state of her body, the way her smile didn't quite settle over her skin, the desire to keep lingering near Kaine...]
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Thought you'd want to get cleaned up. [And, consequently, to get away from what made her a mess in the first place.
These tights are just going to have to go entirely, aren't they? What a pain in the ass. She fidgets a little.] Unless you wanted to cuddle out here. [There's more than one implication there: It's not like they're the type to cuddle (right...?), and even if they were, they put themselves in the dumbest place for it.]
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And you don't? I can get cleaned up later. [She tilts her head. Maybe neither of them are for cuddling. Or maybe it's been hidden under all the ways they choose to be difficult. She's not against the thought but...] But mm, lets find somewhere not in the rain first.
[She is not returning to the dorms like this and she's not letting Kaine wander around like this either.]
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Yeah, you don't want to get caught out in this. [She knows Schneider hates the rain...and tonight, with the storm encroaching but not yet arrived, looking more and more like the thing she saw in that inescapable dream, Kainé is starting to hate it too.]
Your call. [She'll follow - at the very least, until they're safe from the rain.]
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[She can pay for a hotel room, let them wash up before they return to the dorms (assuming, of course, Kaine did return to the dorms). And if that's a chance to take things further again...maybe she wasn't quite satisfied with everything just yet]
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Under the harsher light of... well, light, and without the excuse of desperately giving Schneider a reason not to fade away, there might be more for Kainé to stumble over. It'll stop being spontaneous, and she'll have to really let the reason sink into her bones.
... But Schneider is one of those people, the kind that somehow keeps finding her: the kind it's impossible not to end up taken in by somehow. She is incredibly persuasive.]
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Ah, such sentimental thoughts didn't suit her. She'll just have to keep going where her instincts tell her]