DICK;

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How would I know? [A joking tone.] I wouldn't mind knowing what goes on in your head but for all I know you are definitely thinking of something else. [They don't have to move? Junpei is a little overheated and stiff but he can deal. He's settling on letting a hand casually smooth up and down Dick's back because he can.]

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[ there's a lot dick could say to that, quips or turning the question around, but what he says instead is: ]

Friend of mine's psychic. Martian. They communicate entirely by thought, so she'd establish a mind link and speak to us telepathically. Weird and invasive at first, but ... it was convenient, so we used it a lot. Would've made figuring out who was a demon or not easy.

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Yeah? Can't say that surprises me much. If you could read a person's thoughts there'd be no way to hide them at all. [And wouldn't that help a lot. ] ...having a connection to someone in the Morphogenetic Field is sort of like that, too. You can communicate that way and in some cases share memories. I always figured that's why I lost access when we got here. Otherwise I could maybe see other histories and what might happen.

[He has more to say, but...maybe now isn't the best time.] Think it's easier or harder knowing exactly what a person's thinking?

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[ dick lifts his head a bit, shrugging ]

There's still a lot of communication issues on Mars. Anything someone isn't sharing willingly has to be taken by force. So ... not that simple. Don't think that answer is, either.

[ but, to lift the weird mood dick himself set: ]

I can tell you I definitely don't think of England.

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You're the Mars expert here. [Most things aren't. He shrugs in a way that says fair enough, fingers tapping out a little beat on Dick's spine before his hand continues to move again.

The second answer gets a small laugh though.] I'm kind of hoping I'm not that bad in bed that you're thinking of something else entirely, but good to know I'm a little more interesting than England. [He can roll with the weird tones it's fine, it's not like Junpei doesn't do this to themselves a lot too.]

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[ dick hums in consideration, and, alright, maybe a little appreciation for the petting starting back ]

Eh... you're okay, I guess.

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[He lightly pinches his hip. Rude?] Ah. So what I'm hearing is I have to up my game next time.

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[ it's very rude and also very dangerous when he's still on junpei's lap and Junpei's still inside him. the fool. dick tries to move his hip away after the pinch but there is nowhere to go ]

Sure, that's it. [ he agrees with a laugh ] Gonna make plans?

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[Theyre both stupid it's fine. But as Dick says that Junpei gives him a considering look before he just shrugs. He could say a few things, but.]

Maybe. [He lets his hand go still. ] ...you know I'm yours for anything you want. [He thinks about how often Higekiri offers himself for people to use for scouting and missions and he thinks about how he's acted as a pawn in someone else's game before. It's not a role he's unfamiliar with. It also isn't an offer he means lightly, but Dick can take it however he wants. Sex. Business. Otherwise. He's pretty much resigned himself to that. ]

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[ you know what else is stupid. the look on dick's face when junpei says that and he just. looks at him for a bit, expression unreadable. ... after a while he sighs, dropping his head back down ]

... Not sure I like the way it sounds when you say it like that.

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[...hm. Hairpetting it is.]

Why not?

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Don't like using people.

[ and it's what it sounds like, a little. it's the same uncomfortable feeling he gets when higekiri tells him. oh, dick knows how to do it, can even be good at it-- but he hates it. ]

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[There's a pause.]

Look at me. [Another demand, just to see if Dick listens.]

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[ stop he's comfortable you're a monster

he does, though it's slow going. ]

What?

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[Fuck off and take your kiss, Grayson. It's mostly out of affection more than anything, slow and careful before he leans his head back.]

It's not using me. Do you really think I'd actually let you use me without knowing what was going on? [Maybe, but let's not get into that right now. Akane-issues aside...] You don't have to take it, you don't have to do anything with it but it's just...y'know. A reminder, I guess. Whatever you want I'm pretty willing to give you.

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[ well, he at least enjoyed the kiss. which is probably why he does it himself, just as slow, a wry smile on his face when he pulls back. ]

... Yeah, okay. I kind of said the same thing to you at some point, didn't I? [ sort of. ] Just... making sure.

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[Fair enough.]

More or less. [He raises an eyebrow.] ...even if you don't believe me that's not changing. I already said it, no take-backs. [:|]

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With how stubborn you are? Didn't expect any.

[ though dick's leaning his head back again for a second, shuffling in place a little and-- oh. there's a soft noise of almost-surprise from dick before there's silence for a second and then his shoulders shake a bit, and junpei can probably see the tip of his ears are flushing a little.

HE'D FORGOTTEN JUNPEI WAS STILL INSIDE HIM MAYBE and he's not sure if he's more embarrassed or amused at himself ]

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[It's fine, the minute he feels Dick pull off there's a grunt of surprise because he also kind of got distracted? Jesus, fuck. But he's just moving enough to be completely out, reaching down to kind of clean up before making a face.]

Like I said. The death of me. [But his hand bats at the strings of the shirt again. ]

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Thanks?

[ it's sheepish. dick shudders a bit at the feel of junpei pulling out, and he has a stupid moment where he kinda wants to ask to go again just to-- aaaaand nope that's enough out of drunk dick, he bats junpei's hand away from his string and pulls his shorts back up before finally getting off both junpei and the couch. he rolls off with his standard grace and then kinda looks like bambi when he stands up, wobbling before holding onto the couch.

wow. this was a really uncomfortable position and his everything hurts. note to self: just because you can do it does not mean you have to. he stares at his boot ]

Think the handle of the knife made a permanent print on my leg.

[ AT LEAST IT'S ONLY THE HANDLE??? ]

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[Just. A deadeyed look. It's probably a good thing that Dick isn't asking for a round two because Junpei would probably say yes and that'd be bad for both. Dick wobbles a little and Junpei instinctively sits up just in case but Dick rights himself and Junpei's settling for rising to his feet. He's also stripping out of his shirt because, haha, thanks.]

Just the handle, huh? [DICK.] Come on, boots off. Where else do you think you're going? [He sounds a little amused but also, maybe don't?]

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[ yeah he's still considering the idea of a round two but like, somewhere more comfortable, don't tempt him. he hums a bit at the request, though ]

I should help Grune clean up...

[ well, grune is sleeping in the pillow fort with hige so maybe not like, right now, then again. he hesitates but then he walks over to the bed so he can sit down and remove the boots.

he only had a single knife on him? be proud? no, wait. he's removing more and there it is a scalpel was in the other boot as well as his clamshell. how did he do this. there's not a scratch on him and now he is only wearing thigh highs and his debauched lingerie. this is helping ]

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[He'll head over, and even though his boxers are pulled up he doesn't bother doing up his jeans since it's their room. Since Dick's sitting and removing his boots, he's just...giving him a once-over before attempting to push him over onto his back. He's definitely eyeing the thigh highs though, please kill him.]

Later.

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[ he's normally kind of a brick wall to push over unless he lets himself be or if someone's actually actively trying, but. y'know, drunk, pliable, just fucked, he goes down so easy it's hard to tell if he let junpei or if he didn't expect it. there's a small noise of surprise. ]

... Later. [ he's agreeing, blinking up at junpei from where he's lying down now. ] Hi?

[ what was that about. bully. ]

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[....yeah he didn't. Think this through. So now he's just staring at Dick like he's trying to figure out what the fuck he was doing. He'll just sit on the floor next to the bed instead and let a hand play with the top of one of the thigh highs, not quite pulling it off.]

Hey. [Yeah. You're doing great, boys, good job.] You could always clean up tomorrow, you know.