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[closed] move, groove, prove you can handle me

Who: Sheryl (

galactically) and Slaine (

adept)
What: Slaine gets to see Sheryl's panties — by accident
When: March 16th
Where: Town
Warnings: hideousness

[Dealing with yesterday's unwarranted fiasco has left Sheryl with memories of the sudden sickness deep within her thoughts, monsters of varying degrees of ugly and horrifying notwithstanding. Since then, she's more or less upset with "the most incompetent and irresponsible group of gods ever" — her words, naturally — and she plans to make her complaints heard loud and clear to every god like herself and shinki.

But first, she needs to clear her head... by shopping. Although her budget is very low for an intergalactic pop star, she manages to emerge from a nearby store carrying a tiny bag of clothes tucked in the crook of her arm. This could've otherwise been an uneventful day in town, if Sheryl paid any attention to the lacy black panties hanging just outside her bag.

Or if a nearby dog didn't just snatch the underwear with its teeth. Or if it didn't have that piece of cloth stuck around its muzzle.]

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[Did you hear that? It's the sound of Sheryl's horrified shrills echoing through the town as she starts chasing after that furry panty thief.]

My panties! Give them back to me, you pervert! COME BACK!

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[As luck would have it, on this day Slaine is hitting the town with his feline companion Lily. The little kitten sits perched on his shoulders, occasionally moving and adjusting her weight as he walks. She seems to be quite comfortable there, and Slaine has learned by now that he doesn't have to worry about her staying put...

That is, until a puppy comes dashing their way with something caught between its teeth, barking and yapping as soon as it gets wind of the fact that a cat exists in the vicinity.

Lily lets out an ungodly sound, bristling up like a bottlebrush and digging her claws into Slaine's shoulder for support. He bites back a discomforted sound, carefully attempting to pull her free, but the kitten isn't having any of it, with this dog trying to climb Slaine's leg in order to get to her]

Hey! Get back here!

[And right on the heels of this puppy is a blur of pink and blonde (?) chasing after it once she turns a corner. As the dog tries to climb up Slaine's leg, Sheryl slows down her steps, heaving a heavy sigh and bracing her hands on her knees.

The sounds of a kitten's yelp doesn't escape her notice, and neither does a familiar blond shinki, prompting her to crane her head with an expectant look. She recognizes him, all right.]

Make sure this dog doesn't escape. He stole something important to me!

[She shoots the dog a look as she crouches down, stretching her arms out to try and catch it.]

[Slaine pauses in the middle of fumbling for his little hissing princess, blinking owlishly as Sheryl emerges]

Something important?

[He glances downward, trying to secure his kitten with one hand and fumbling for whatever the puppy's chewing on with the other. Unfortunately the puppy interprets this as a tug-of-war and Slaine lets go for fear of ripping the fabric...

Only for the elastic to snap and send the garment flying. By the time he glances up, the puppy's yapping excitedly as the material flutters back down to land square on his face.

What the...

Slaine's quick to pull this away from his head, only to realize ohgodsit'spanties and yelp, tossing the garment like he'd just found a spider on his hand.

Sorry, Sheryl...]

[Sheryl looks freaked out at the sight of the tug-of-war in progress between Slaine and the panty thief, one hand hovering over her mouth, horrified at the notion of her underwear being torn apart.]

No! Don't do it!

[Good news: the garment appears to be intact as it flutters around and lands on Slaine's face. Now here's the bad news: his yelp sounds so loud to Sheryl's ears that she winds up jolting, pivoting right in front of him and thus...

The underwear lands right on her face. Ew, ew, ew why is there dog saliva on the panties, why is it touching her face??]

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[If only the panties weren't covering her eyes. If only she didn't make the grave mistake of tripping on the puppy and bumping into Slaine...]

Edited 2016-05-24 21:36 (UTC)

[It doesn't seem to Slaine that the situation can bet much worse, but somehow it does. He fumbles to catch Sheryl before he can fall over, stumbling backward himself in the process. It's only by sheer blind luck that he manages to find his footing, which leaves him clinging to a god in an effort to keep her from toppling onto the pavement...

Which is probably ten shades of improper once he realizes it.

Excuse him while he quickly tries to upright her and let go because even if people don't notice them he's too busy thinking about being incredibly rude to a god]

M-my apologies...

[Although there's...still panties on her face...

After some initial hesitance he just carefully peels those off, wincing at the fact that the dog's saliva has soaked through the thin fabric]

[Talk about the most unglamorous position ever. As Sheryl flails her arms about in an ungainly movement, still screaming and all because ew, dirty panties on her face, another pair of arms clings to her from behind, and now she finds her back pressed against a chest, more or less using the other person as some of seat...]

W-What are you doing to me?!

[Oh. It's only Slaine who's holding on to her, and now he's moving her body upright and letting her go.

She shudders and mutters the word "ew" six times as he carefully peels the panties away from her face, feeling the sticky goo on her skin. Disgusting. There's a sigh of relief out of her, finally being able to breathe and see again, but—]

Aaaah, my face feels so gross! [Her cheeks are bright pink; they match her hair] How embarrassing!

[With the garment peeled off of Sheryl's face, Slaine holds it with the minimal amount of contact required. He's careful not to toss the underwear a second time with that puppy surely in the vicinity...not to mention they'd only end up more of a mess, saturated in drool as they are.

Talk about gross. He can't blame Sheryl for being mortified here]

Shouldn't there be a water fountain, somewhere in the vicinity?

[If there is, Sheryl can wash her face and her...garment...

Which he's really hoping she'll take from him soon, as Lily slowly relaxes enough to try and bat at the material just hanging in the air as it is]

— Ah! I saw a water fountain just a block or two from here.

[Sheryl reaches over to pinch the lacy garment between two fingers, just... retrieving it so daintily and making sure not to touch the wet parts. She's quick to make a face, disappointment evident in her gaze.]

I was going to wear this tonight, too! What a shame.

[This is not the time for TMI, Sheryl.

Her blue eyes flicker from the panties to the fluffy thing on Slaine's shoulders. Just seeing the kitten at least placates her a little.]

Is that your pet?

[Slaine chooses not to comment on her choice of underwear, considering it about as far from his place to weigh in on as anything could be. Not to mention, discussing panties is most certainly an embarrassing proposition he'll sooner avoid.

So the change of subject is more than welcome and he brings a hand up to pet Lily. Naturally, the one that didn't handle Sheryl's underwear]

Yes, this is Lily. Her litter was abandoned, so I took her in and... I suppose you could say Hibari claimed the others.

[Well, Hibari had claimed the whole litter, but he'd rewarded Slaine for his help with the kitten he now has]

[Sheryl lets out a soft cooing sound as she smiles, taking a step closer to extend her hand — the one that's not currently holding any panties, of course.]

She's so precious, Slaine! She looks like a such a tiny cloud.

[A tiny cloud of cuteness. Her hand stills and her smile falters, though, at hearing what happened to the kitten. Abandoned...

She's not as quick as usual to compose herself, but the relief is apparent on her face.]

I'm glad she found a good home. No one should be left behind.

[Lily leans forward to sniff daintily at Sheryl's hand, unsurprisingly curious about this new person. This new person who could no doubt provide pets, relevant to the interests of most kittens.

When she teeters, Slaine moves a hand to support her, but she's quick to adjust her footing and regain balance. Someone has skills in the perching department]

If I recall, she was the smallest of the litter.

[And he suspects that Hibari gave her to him having noticed that. The runt was usually picked on by the others, he recalls reading]

I can't imagine what sort of person could choose to leave kittens that way... But I think it worked out. Better a loving home than an obligatory one.

[It strikes him as odd to say, once he's said it, puzzlement flitting across his eyes just fora moment before he catches himself]

The others are surely at the temple of Hibari's god.

[A small, quiet laugh bubbles up from out of Sheryl at the sight of Lily sniffing her hand and perching about, then she reaches over to gently caress her head. Slaine is lucky to possess a pet that cute.]

A heartless one would abandon them. You don't need to imagine that scenario.

[She says with complete certainty before her tone shifts back into a light one, a pleased expression over her face.]

Is Hibari a friend of yours? It's nice of him to take in stray kittens. [So she says despite only hearing about it through Slaine.] Anyway, why are you bringing Lily outside?

[Is Hibari a friend of his... For a brief instant, he imagines what sort of look would cross Hibari's face at such a suggestion. The other young man tolerates him, which Slaine has considered good enough, but he'd be surprised if he were ever called a friend]

Calling someone a friend might not be likely, from him.

[Having said that, though-]

I hadn't thought much about it... [Now that he does though] I suppose I didn't want her to feel alone.

Oh?

[All Slaine gets from the first response is a slight cant of Sheryl's head and an owlish look from her, all before she shrugs nonchalantly.]

That's too bad. [She keeps her gaze riveted on the kitten after pulling her hand aside.] This is the first time I've met someone who takes his cat outside. Well, she won't be alone now that she has you!

Hibari goes around with one of the kittens he adopted. I've supposed that one is his favorite.

[Though he's sure all of those cats are being cared for. When he'd looked up information, Hibari was just as intent on it as the fights he liked to pick, it seemed to Slaine.

That level of focus doesn't suggest a lack of care]

So that makes two cat men, then.

[Sheryl taps her chin with the tip of her finger in thought, looking off to one side for a brief moment. All these mentions of kittens is bringing about a certain memory from long, long ago — one that she thought was buried forever.]

I took care of a stray cat once... but that was so long ago. I was really young back then.

[Like, ten years young.]

Cat men?

[Sheryl certainly comes up with rather unusual epithets...

But it doesn't seem like a bad thing, and Slaine glances at Lily when she bumps her face against his cheek]

Did you like it? Having a cat, that is.

[She looks at Slaine with mild confusion on her face before she shakes her head and giggles a little, a hand hovering over her mouth.]

You're making it sound like I kept it as a pet. Well, it wasn't too bad...

[There's a momentary pause as she considers her next words. It's not too often that Sheryl brings up a subject from her home fleet.]

All animals in Galaxy have implants, even cats, so I've never had any interest. [A beat.] Until I got myself a pet at Frontier.

...What was it, if not a pet?

[He feels the need to inquire after that first]

I'm not sure I follow, regarding implants.

[It sounds like something out of a story rather than the world they inhabit]

Just a random stray from the streets! That's all. It's nothing like little sea monkeys.

[She wouldn't have been able to keep the cat anyway, not when she once dealt with her own problems.]

Cybernetic devices that are attached to the brain. They're commonplace in Galaxy, where I lived, but illegal in other space fleets.

You're saying that animals have those?

[He's not quite sure how to feel about that idea.

What do they do to pets, if they have something like that?]

Every living being in Galaxy has them, including the people who live there. My home's government makes these implants strictly mandatory to have.

[Something that Sheryl can't say she's fond of, as the apprehensive tone seeps through in her voice. Of course, she makes sure to add one more thing, proudly at that:]

I don't have implants, by the way. Everything about me is all natural.

[She seems quite proud of that, but it leaves Slaine to wonder...]

What are the implants for though?

Many things. For example, they can record images through a person's eyes, or learn names directly from their minds. They can even hack into computers! The possibilities are endless...

[She pauses, pursing her lips a little in thought.]

My ex-manager has implants.

That kind of advancement...

[It doesn't sound familiar at all to him]

As convenient as that might be, it also sounds unsettling.

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