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[constellationprize]

Hi! This is ☆radia! I'm really sorry I wasn't able to answer your call... Um, if you need anything, it's fine to leave a message here! I'll answer you as soon as I can!
 

[ for phonecalls and texts ]

Comments

[notadrop]

Cups also aren't made with likes and dislikes in the first place so you're actually just being fucking dumb.

[constellationprize]

That's right! I don't have things like that!

[notadrop]

Wow guess it's time to call your husbands up and tell them you like, are just totally ambivalent towards them?

[constellationprize]

[ just kind of flinches like she was actually physically threatened ]

T-That's...

That's different...

[notadrop]

Yeah? What about you wanting to learn about dates? Or how you like your sister? Or how you like when things feel good, and people are happy, and don't like when those aren't happening?

Don't you have to have likes and dislikes to even do what you were made for, Dia? Come on, don't be a dipshit. Even robots know this garbo.

[constellationprize]

... I told you I wasn't very smart...

[ actually a little chastised now, pls no bully ]

I just - want to be good. That's all. Being a good witch, and being a good wife, and being a good sister and a good unitmate - I just want to make everyone happy. Even though I'm stupid, and weak, and irresponsible - even though I'm always causing trouble for everyone, and making them upset or worried...

[notadrop]

Wow, you did it. You're a person, congratulations Dia. I always believed in you.

Can we now agree you're like, totally allowed to have nice things, which you may even want?

[constellationprize]

I-I'll...

[ e. exhales ]

... I'll think about it, okay...?

[notadrop]

Fine.

[ enjoy another hickey in the meantime ]

[constellationprize]

[ whines, curling her fingers back in his hair, pressing herself back against the wall ]

R-Ruby -

[notadrop]

Diaaaa.

[constellationprize]

I can't think if - if you're doing that, then . . .

[notadrop]

It's fine. I told you it's fine, didn't I?

[ he nuzzles his face back against her neck, pressing his body against hers. another bite, and this time he breathes out against her skin: ]

Mine.

[constellationprize]

I - I still don't know what we're supposed to be doing . . .

[ but there is a pretty distinct tremble in her voice, an unevenness that seeps even into the way she breathes as she squirms between him and the wall, thighs rubbing together idly; her face is good and red by this point, as far down as her collarbone, as far back as the tips of her ears ]

[notadrop]

If you don't want me to make you feel good then I'm just gonna mark you. That's fine, right?

[constellationprize]

. . . Why don't you tell me what you want instead - ?

[notadrop]

You.

[constellationprize]

... Shouldn't we get on the bed, then...?

[notadrop]

Don't be a pervert, Dia.

[constellationprize]

- That was what you said you wanted, wasn't it? Um -

It's okay if it's not, but I don't want to do anything you don't want to do either - you don't have to worry about me...

[notadrop]

I'm worried about you regardless of whether or not I have to. You know, cups.

[constellationprize]

Ruby, that's not what the metaphor's for!

[notadrop]

But I just used it for that?

[constellationprize]

That isn't it, though...

[ . . . ]

What do you want us to do? If you want me, what do you want from me?

[notadrop]

To be mine, obviously. I keep saying that.