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thenearshore2016-05-21 06:57 pm
galactically) wrote in thenearshore2016-05-21 06:57 pm
[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!
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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[The longer Sheryl debates with Slaine, the more she starts to realize one thing: that he's rivaling Alto — and possibly herself — in stubborn demeanor.]
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[This line of discussion just seems to be leading to disagreements between them, but Slaine finds himself unsure how to remedy as much, short of lying.
And that'd sting his goddess, wouldn't it?]
Looking after them is looking after myself as well, is it not?
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[It's clear as crystal to her that neither Slaine nor herself will budge, and thus both endeavor to stand their ground.
She immediately shakes her head, feeling the urge to slap him with her underwear.]
That's not the same thing at all, Slaine, and you know it! You can't neglect your own needs.
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[Slaine doesn't think that he's neglected.
If anything, he has the feeling that there are things he's received that he hasn't had before, though whether that impression is accurate, he couldn't say]
Do you worry this much about everyone?
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[Everyone could stand to have more when they have so little. So, remember the urge to slap him with her panties that Sheryl felt just a few moments ago? She actually gives in to that urge.]
Idiot!
[Not even going to answer his question, nuh-uh. Time to (gently, mind you) slap him with her panties...]
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Those are some dirty tactics, Sheryl]
H-hey, stop that-
[Keep your panties to yourself, madam]
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Time to slap him with panties over and over and over, ranting away.]
I order you to appreciate yourself, Slaine! What is wrong with you?!
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You're not my god, and this is unseemly...
[Not that most people would even see them, but still]
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[slap, slap, slap, slap]
Now do as I say—!
[Sheryl abruptly stops the panty assault just in time to feel the sudden stiffness on her face. She lifts up a free hand to cup her cheek, then curls her lip in disgust.]
Ew! That dog drool is making my skin feel sticky!
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And here you are, hitting me with it...
[This gross, horrifying experience.
Though by the time he says it, Lily's started licking his cheek as though she can groom the problem away]
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Slaine is just... odd. Maybe it's because he doesn't put enough of himself.
But seeing Lily lick his cheek reminds Sheryl of what she needed to do, and she lets out a chortle.]
The water fountain! I almost forgot about it, but your cutie reminded me.
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[He wouldn't want to carry around anything a dog had drooled all over if he could help it. Slaine might not want all that much for himself - or know to want it, anyway - but he knows he wouldn't be very keen on that experience.
Though now he's going to have to wash his face either way, even with Lily's valiant efforts]
I'll leave you to that - I should really get back to my errand.
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[Oh, wow. Is his errand that important that Sheryl had taken up so much of his time? Suddenly she looks a little bit guilty for getting in the way of what he needed to do, welp...
But first, there is one matter to settle: her panties.]
... Thanks for getting this back to me.
[And now she looks embarrassed, too, staring at the undergarment in her hand. Eww, that dog drool.]
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[In the path of that puppy with no sense of decorum. Slaine's definitely staying a cat-man. Lily's never absconded with underwear, and she certainly doesn't drool.
Though she is still aggressively trying to clean the side of his face]
Dal Dal needed me to pick some things up for dinner.
[And by "some things" he means a shopping list that went through an elaborate vetting system. Which is to say Dal Dal wrote down far too many things, Slaine countered in another color, and they went back and forth until he's been left with the list in its present form]
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Well then! I'll let you get back to your errand.
[Sheryl pivots on her heels to walk past Slaine... only to turn right back around, watching Lily clean one side of his face from the corner of her eye. Ah, this gives her an idea.]
Here, let me give you a special reward.
[She kisses the tips of her middle and pointer fingers, then presses them against Slaine's cheek. There, now he has two "kisses" — one from his cat, and an indirect one from Sheryl.]
I don't do this kind of thing for anybody.
[And a wink!]
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...And then he really doubts that she doesn't do these things with just anyone. It seems like the sort of persona that a celebrity puts on, from what little he knows of this.
Which doesn't even touch on the embarrassing aspect of it. He clears his throat behind a closed hand]
Try not to run afoul of any more dogs.
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As if stray dogs can stop Sheryl Nome.
[Dramatic hairflip! It's also her cue to wave a cheerful goodbye.]
Bye, babyface! I'll see you next time.
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He puffs out a sigh, but he still gives a short wave in return as she leaves]