[ Yuki will get a little note left at his place at one point with the name of a music shop in town. It's signed by Dorothea, wishing him a happy Midwinter.
But when he goes to the music shop, he'll find a few used (but well taken care of) guitars for sale fairly cheap because it's a second-hand store, and he can get any one he wants as it's already paid off by Dorothea so he needn't worry. ]
[He's confused by the note, thinking this is just a referral to the shop to see what they have. When he arrives, and finds that there's a gift waiting for him, his face goes blank to hide the emotion he feels. Maybe he's used to fans caring, or his peers in the industry, but this feels different in the context of this place and some discussions he's had.
Once he selects the guitar and returns "home" to tune it, he immediately calls Dorothea up to show it off.]
I'm good with piano, too. Tell you what. I'll give you free lessons on whatever instrument you want that I know well enough. I owe you big time. I can't imagine a nicer gift.
You don't owe me anything! It was just something I wanted to give. I was told it was the season for gift-giving, after all.
[ She shrugs a little bit. ]
Still, I'd love to learn more. I know a little bit of piano but it's incomparable to actual musicians. If I'm going to get anywhere with performing in the city, I should know more than I do.
[It does not occur to him to say this in a manner that does not sound like flirting because he's an idiot, so bear with him, but...]
I like you, so I'm going to do what I can. I may not be the strongest person here, but I can ease your mind a little, I hope. It's always been hard for me to find other people with the skills I value, so I'm glad we met.
[ Well, that's awfully kind of him. Dorothea seems rather surprised at the gesture all the same because it's...quite heartfelt, and she's not used to such a thing from someone she only knows so well. The other Augmented continue to surprise her. ]
Well, I don't know how much I'm able to offer...
[ Skills he values? She supposes he means the singing. ]
I'm glad we met, though. You've been kind to me and I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Especially in a place like this... [ How does she explain? ] Karteria needs more than fighters. We need more than that, too, us Augmented, or we'd just fall apart.
You helped me find gigs to get my name out there, and that helps Re:vale, which helps Momo while he's running his show, which helps build rep for all of us Augmented. It's a circle. What's good for one of us is good for all of us.
[Yuki's not clueless about networking or the power of being kind.]
...as much as I'm pretty well known for not caring what people think about me or my music, I'm really hoping I'll be able to comfort people here. We have to borrow our sanity where we can, right? I've heard some stories.
[ She supposes, but it's... Well, it wasn't for any of those people, not really, so she can't help but speak up just to point out: ]
Yuki, you understand I did that to help you have work that was meaningful to you and so you would have money too, right?
[ So he wouldn't end up being worse off, looked down by the Karterians, even without a home. At the time, she hadn't known Yuki was like her, but if she had, she'd have done even more. The Karterians are so afraid of Terra like them that she'd be worried something would happen to them.
Still, if he's glad it's a small step to help more than she assumed, then that's all right too. ]
I'm sure you already have helped people. Music does that. It's a connection, and so many people forget how soothing it is until they hear it again. [ Regardless of time, world, or genre. ] But you're right. We have to keep ourselves together. And we have to keep the people together too.
midnight december 24th...we'll see whether this gets questionable but rn i think it's just corny
[It's something of a tradition for Momo to insist on celebrating Yuki's birthday at the exact minute the date ticks over...even if Yuki's asleep by then. And while he's gotten Yuki some actual presents, he also couldn't fail to notice the remarks Yuki's made on not having been able to pay as much attention to Momo for his birthday as he would've liked. It's not the kind of thing Momo is inclined to let lie if he can come up with some silly scheme to try and fix it.
So at midnight, whether Yuki's managed to stay awake in bed or not, there will be a soft but sizable weight on...whatever part of Yuki is possible to rest a present box on, Momo nudging and bumping it into him rather insistently to try and rouse him.]
Darling, wake up! It's the most special day of the year. [He's not using his arms to rouse him any more than they're operating the box...in fact, he's got his body lowered behind the box so most of his arms can't even be seen, just the upper two sitting together at the top of the present that he's manipulating it with.]
[Yuki did his best to stay awake, which means that by the time Momo becomes an invader of his bed, he's still sitting up... Just... asleep sitting up. He's dozing quietly when the gift is unceremoniously plopped on his lap. His eyes open slowly, several blinks getting in before he can focus on his favorite mothman in the whole universe.]
Yaaay~
[It is the sleepiest, least enthusiastic sounding "yay," but the yay is proof enough of Yuki's love for Momo. He's trying.
He's also kinda... pushing the box a bit further down his legs so he can try to focus on it better.]
[Momo straightens up a bit and shifts down the bed as Yuki pushes the box back, to maintain his somewhat hidden position behind it. Even if it's a sleepy reaction, having Yuki wake up at this hour if he was already even semi-asleep is enough of a sign of enough love for him, and he claps those visible hands together cheerfully, though still keeping them very close together.]
Ah, you're handsome and cute when you're sleepy! [He'd pat his head if he hadn't already committed to his absolute life choices on this evening. As it is, he tilts the box a little from side to side as if to help Yuki visualise it. From the slight sounds of movement inside, there's multiple things in it, at least one of them with a bit of weight to it. The box itself is neatly decorated with snowflakes and tied closed with a green ribbon bow; since they don't have Christmas here, he couldn't really find seasonal wrapping paper, but it's a nice present box regardless.]
[Momo's trying to be mysterious and coy with the hiding, but Yuki ending up hugging the present is far too cute to resist when he's being asked to come closer. So while he puffs out a cheek very slightly as if conceding he might not get all of the drama he wanted, he shuffles himself from over Yuki's legs and to one side of the present.]
We have to celebrate right from the dot of midnight for your day, right? If you need to get the hang of undoing bows while you're sleepy, you can start with me if you want.
[Finally, he straightens up, revealing why he's been hiding behind the present. With a length of ribbon (that's notably soft and high quality...the kind of thing one might buy specifically because they're expecting a person to be wearing it for a little while), he's bound an accentuating pattern around his upper torso and chest, both sets of arms bound into it with just enough give to do things like grab or carry an item but not much else, and set in place with two large bows. Even half-asleep, the neatness with which it's all done is striking - this clearly isn't Momo's first attempt at it, at the least, if it's not outright him having picked up a "hobby" to entertain himself with while Yuki was absent.]
You seemed disappointed that you didn't get to spoil me for my birthday, so I thought I'd give you permission to do whatever you wanted with me today. [And why he's doing it like this instead of a silly "24 hours of access to Momo" card...
...well, from Momo's grin, it's still meant mostly in humour even if it can certainly be read in other ways.]
[Yuki is not awake, so the cute, coy Momo before him is briefly confusing. But he wakes up juuuust a little more, enough to see that the gift is Momo himself, and he stops to laugh faintly.]
I shouldn't have expected any less of you. [He clears his throat and pushes some hair out of his own face.] It's true, I neglected you on your birthday. Truly the worst partner, unforgivable, etc.
[He reaches for the beautifully wrapped Momo as his eyes fully adjust to being awake, fingers toying with ends of ribbon here and there. He can't decide if he wants to laugh for real, or just enjoy the view.
Unceremoniously, he reaches for Momo properly, dragging him into his arms, the box forgotten for a moment.]
[Momo gives a soft little laugh himself at the almost double-take that Yuki does as he seems to properly wake up - maybe he'll have to have something like this in his arsenal for getting Yuki out of bed here in general. He turns a little as Yuki toys with the ribbon, to show the extent of the pattern more, a vivid pink against his bare torso. It's not like he's terribly inclined to wear more than pants to bed at the best of times, and he doesn't feel cold as acutely now anyway.
As Yuki pulls him nearer, the sets of hands bound in front of him settle against his partner's chest...until that question, at which point he taps them almost like a reminder.]
Darling, do you think I'd risk letting someone see me like this before you got to? I'd never hear the end of it. [It's affectionate, but he is...starting to twig to the idea that Yuki also gets jealous over him, these days. He still struggles to see why, but it's slight progress.] I have four arms and there's been nobody pointing cameras through my windows for the last nine-ish months, so I thought I'd teach myself something new in my private time. Do you like it?
[The fact that he hasn't actually untied it yet implies something to him, but Momo being Momo, he wants to hear Yuki say it.]
[That's right... no paparazzi here... Yuki knew, but also when Momo says it, it turns the proverbial lights on in Yuki's head.]
You've developed more interesting hobbies. But nobody else gets Momo chest privileges, or I'll riot.
[He says, as he traces the winding of the ribbons. He really could go two ways with this, and he's not awake enough to decide which way to go yet, so Momo is safe for now. Tied up, but safe.]
Mmm. I like it. Best birthday gift ever.
[Like he means business, Yuki wraps his long fingers around one of the bows in the front and makes sure Momo is snugly against him, his arms encircling him, careful of his wings.]
You're giving me ideas. I can't be held responsible for that.
[Momo pushes closer when Yuki draws him forward, but the easiest place to get arms properly around him while being mindful of his wings is around the shoulderblades, near where the base of them is hidden under his ample pink fuzz in that area. It's not an area he's very used to people touching, so his wings shuffle and settle in that moment, a tiny bit of pink rising to his cheeks as he does his best to keep his footing and easy grin in the face of the easily foreseeable consequences of his own actions. It's somewhat easier to forget the effect having Yuki's full attention on him has outside of exactly when it's happening.]
Aw, I'm always happy to inspire you, you know? [Absolutely not what he meant by ideas, but the mischievous way Momo's grin widens on one side says he knows that. He'll let Yuki decide how things go, since he'll roll with just about anything.] I'm sure my darling's thoughts about whatever you want to do with me and monopolising Momo chest privileges are only the purest and most innocent, like always.
[He shifts a little in position, snuggling himself closer against Yuki in his own way. Though he can't fully fidget with his arms like this, his fingers idle a little against where they rest along Yuki's chest.]
[Part of Yuki knows he could be completely insane and leave Momo tied up and useless just for the general laughs, but he's not awake enough to be quite that wicked. Instead, he caresses what skin he can touch, and threatens idly for a moment to fall back asleep holding his present.
Then a thought occurs to him, and his shoulders shake slightly with amusement.]
Even if I could figure out what to do with you, I don't think I can figure out the logistics of your wings.
[So he just leans in and kisses that half exposed, half beribboned chest sweetly and languidly. His fingertips trace the edges of the ribbons, because he's nothing if not an opportunist when it comes to Momo's pecs.]
So I guess you're a very special hug pillow now. Maybe I'll just cuddle you like this all night~
[Well, he's awake enough for that level of wicked after all.]
[Momo huffs a little and drapes his wings out to either side, ready to jump to wing defense. But the touch of Yuki's mouth against his chest is less familiar to him than kisses elsewhere, and it brings more of that pink into his cheeks as he squirms a little at the initial sensation, in that self-consciousness that Yuki's attention can bring to him sometimes.]
I mean, if you want me like this for that long, I'll do my best still! [With the bit of time to recover his attempted confidence, he curves his shoulders back a little to push his chest out more. Bloodflow is emphatically no longer an issue for his lower set of arms, and his upper set have the exoskeleton protecting parts of them from being compressed too much, so logistically he's not actually sure being tied up for the entire night would be that much of an issue.] But that sounds kinda like an excuse for you to get back to sleep again as fast as possible.
[Sometimes he just has to roast Yuki for being the sleepiest.]
[Okay, so he caught on. He wanted to sleep. And Momo, being a loving, considerate partner, was going to be his mothman hug pillow. Now he has to opt for plan B... Which is slowly tugging at the end of the bow on his lower arms. He'll wake up if he absolutely has to.]
What does one do with a Momo for one's birthday?
[He turns the end of the ribbon around his hand, slowly winding it up as the bow begins to untie.]
[Momo lets Yuki take his time with the ribbon, the longer claws of his lower set of arms curling downwards so they're a bit more out of the way. The ribbon is wrapped around his wrists a few times aside from the bow, so he won't start causing problems on purpose just yet.]
I said "whatever you wanted", right? So there's lots of things you could do with a Momo. I could wash your hair for you, or feed you your food, or carry you around all day...
[But those are pretty basic suggestions all things considered, and he tilts his head up a bit to look at Yuki, a touch of mischief in it.]
But it depends on what you want to do with me. I'm all yours. [...Aside from the possibility of being called out, but that's ever-present.]
[If only there were something he could call Momo out for! If only!!
Time to unwind the ribbon so he has one whole set of hands free.]
So I could get a massage? And several naps with my head resting on your chest? And... let's say a few kisses somewhere in there.
[Suddenly, a thought occurs to Yuki, and his face turns instantly mischievous.]
Does the spoiling end at midnight? I can think of some things I want that might run over. I guess I can be accommodating and stop right at the stroke of midnight, though.
[Well, now he's giving Momo ideas instead of vice versa, but that look almost makes it a little easier to lean in like it's a performance, matching the bit of mischief as he lets his now-free lower set of hands skim at Yuki's sides. He tries to keep them more on fabric for the moment, since they're the ones that feel more like mushroom than they do skin these days.]
I'll leave that open depending on what it is. You can't trick Momo-chan into agreeing to your secret midnight schemes for me that easily.
[But as for the other requests, he nudges up a little to kiss Yuki under the jaw, as if to get ahead of the curve on that one.]
But the rest is fine with me. As long as you don't mind that I'll have to set up for the naps or have them on the couch so I don't squash my wings.
[If he wants to not be sore after lying on his back, he usually has to leave his wings open and have something supporting him so the spot they join his back isn't flat against the bed, hence why he tends to primarily sleep on his front or occasionally side here.]
You could try. They're not as fragile as a normal moth's, but you'd still have to be gentle. Maybe some little thorns at the ends, if you end up growing those?
[There's perhaps a little too much actual consideration in that suggestion, though it's otherwise the tone of a joke. If they were as fragile as a normal moth's, he would've probably shredded them by now, but they seem to have their own ways of dealing with Momo not being the size of or having the typical lifespan of a moth. They'd gotten damaged at the ends a few months ago and had healed decently quickly from that, so if Yuki wanted him like he was pinned to a board, he could work with that.]
And if the secret midnight scheme is something I like, then I'll just agree to it anyway, right? Think of whether I do or not as another birthday surprise.
[Momo goes a little pink at that, puffing out a dramatic and flustered breath as if he isn't the one who decided it was a good idea to tie himself up and submit himself to Yuki's whims for his birthday. Clearly that was never meant to go in any direction but something pure, and for theatre's sake, he pulls against his still-bound upper set of arms even as his freed lower set continue their playing around Yuki's sides, shifting in a very particular way that makes the ropework pull against his chest.]
My gentle darling having such dirty thoughts already...but if that's what you want, I'm listening.
[He's still withholding full permission on that if only for the suspicion that Yuki might use it to force him to listen to compliments or something.]
[Yuki's lips curl into a soft, frosty smile, but his eyes are certainly on Momo's chest for a moment longer than is strictly necessary. He's tempted to harness this great power and use it for great laziness, but as he reaches to draw his fingertips across Momo's chest, tugging at the ribbons, another idea comes to mind.]
[Momo's eyes narrow a little, a touch of something inviting in it. He can see that attention to his chest, and he has to wonder whether it or Yuki's temptation to sleep is going to win out. He knows which one he's hoping for, at least, and he deliberately arches his chest out toward Yuki's tracing fingertips. His lower set of hands that already got untied come up from his sides to touch at his cheeks instead, teasing.]
You're the only one who started untying me, so of course you can. I don't think it's much of a worry with how my body is now. [Some parts armoured, some parts he's not even sure of the underlying anatomy of anymore - either way, he has his doubts that even if he'd gone tight enough to trouble his circulation (whatever's left of it), that it would actually be a concern for how he is these days. And while that might be a strange thing to sit with, it has its advantages.]
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mid-december.
But when he goes to the music shop, he'll find a few used (but well taken care of) guitars for sale fairly cheap because it's a second-hand store, and he can get any one he wants as it's already paid off by Dorothea so he needn't worry. ]
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Once he selects the guitar and returns "home" to tune it, he immediately calls Dorothea up to show it off.]
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Hi, Yuki! How are you?
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[Here he is, sitting with the new-to-him guitar in hand. He strums a chord, and hums a bit.]
I found one that sings. Thanks.
[But he manages a little more of a smile.]
Which means I can corner people into learning how to play, now. Think you might be game?
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[ It looks like it's in good shape too. ]
And I'd love to! I've never learned lute... Er, no. Guitar, right? I've never learned it before but I do know how to play a little piano.
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[He smiles.]
I'm good with piano, too. Tell you what. I'll give you free lessons on whatever instrument you want that I know well enough. I owe you big time. I can't imagine a nicer gift.
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[ She shrugs a little bit. ]
Still, I'd love to learn more. I know a little bit of piano but it's incomparable to actual musicians. If I'm going to get anywhere with performing in the city, I should know more than I do.
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[It does not occur to him to say this in a manner that does not sound like flirting because he's an idiot, so bear with him, but...]
I like you, so I'm going to do what I can. I may not be the strongest person here, but I can ease your mind a little, I hope. It's always been hard for me to find other people with the skills I value, so I'm glad we met.
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Well, I don't know how much I'm able to offer...
[ Skills he values? She supposes he means the singing. ]
I'm glad we met, though. You've been kind to me and I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Especially in a place like this... [ How does she explain? ] Karteria needs more than fighters. We need more than that, too, us Augmented, or we'd just fall apart.
[ And more kindness is always needed. ]
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[Yuki's not clueless about networking or the power of being kind.]
...as much as I'm pretty well known for not caring what people think about me or my music, I'm really hoping I'll be able to comfort people here. We have to borrow our sanity where we can, right? I've heard some stories.
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Yuki, you understand I did that to help you have work that was meaningful to you and so you would have money too, right?
[ So he wouldn't end up being worse off, looked down by the Karterians, even without a home. At the time, she hadn't known Yuki was like her, but if she had, she'd have done even more. The Karterians are so afraid of Terra like them that she'd be worried something would happen to them.
Still, if he's glad it's a small step to help more than she assumed, then that's all right too. ]
I'm sure you already have helped people. Music does that. It's a connection, and so many people forget how soothing it is until they hear it again. [ Regardless of time, world, or genre. ] But you're right. We have to keep ourselves together. And we have to keep the people together too.
midnight december 24th...we'll see whether this gets questionable but rn i think it's just corny
So at midnight, whether Yuki's managed to stay awake in bed or not, there will be a soft but sizable weight on...whatever part of Yuki is possible to rest a present box on, Momo nudging and bumping it into him rather insistently to try and rouse him.]
Darling, wake up! It's the most special day of the year. [He's not using his arms to rouse him any more than they're operating the box...in fact, he's got his body lowered behind the box so most of his arms can't even be seen, just the upper two sitting together at the top of the present that he's manipulating it with.]
he gives up
Yaaay~
[It is the sleepiest, least enthusiastic sounding "yay," but the yay is proof enough of Yuki's love for Momo. He's trying.
He's also kinda... pushing the box a bit further down his legs so he can try to focus on it better.]
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Ah, you're handsome and cute when you're sleepy! [He'd pat his head if he hadn't already committed to his absolute life choices on this evening. As it is, he tilts the box a little from side to side as if to help Yuki visualise it. From the slight sounds of movement inside, there's multiple things in it, at least one of them with a bit of weight to it. The box itself is neatly decorated with snowflakes and tied closed with a green ribbon bow; since they don't have Christmas here, he couldn't really find seasonal wrapping paper, but it's a nice present box regardless.]
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Okay, okay... I'm awake. Come here.
[He reaches for Momo, but ends up hugging the present instead. His forehead rests on the side as he sighs.]
I guess I can't open this in the morning...
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We have to celebrate right from the dot of midnight for your day, right? If you need to get the hang of undoing bows while you're sleepy, you can start with me if you want.
[Finally, he straightens up, revealing why he's been hiding behind the present. With a length of ribbon (that's notably soft and high quality...the kind of thing one might buy specifically because they're expecting a person to be wearing it for a little while), he's bound an accentuating pattern around his upper torso and chest, both sets of arms bound into it with just enough give to do things like grab or carry an item but not much else, and set in place with two large bows. Even half-asleep, the neatness with which it's all done is striking - this clearly isn't Momo's first attempt at it, at the least, if it's not outright him having picked up a "hobby" to entertain himself with while Yuki was absent.]
You seemed disappointed that you didn't get to spoil me for my birthday, so I thought I'd give you permission to do whatever you wanted with me today. [And why he's doing it like this instead of a silly "24 hours of access to Momo" card...
...well, from Momo's grin, it's still meant mostly in humour even if it can certainly be read in other ways.]
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[Yuki is not awake, so the cute, coy Momo before him is briefly confusing. But he wakes up juuuust a little more, enough to see that the gift is Momo himself, and he stops to laugh faintly.]
I shouldn't have expected any less of you. [He clears his throat and pushes some hair out of his own face.] It's true, I neglected you on your birthday. Truly the worst partner, unforgivable, etc.
[He reaches for the beautifully wrapped Momo as his eyes fully adjust to being awake, fingers toying with ends of ribbon here and there. He can't decide if he wants to laugh for real, or just enjoy the view.
Unceremoniously, he reaches for Momo properly, dragging him into his arms, the box forgotten for a moment.]
...Did you have help? This is pretty complicated.
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As Yuki pulls him nearer, the sets of hands bound in front of him settle against his partner's chest...until that question, at which point he taps them almost like a reminder.]
Darling, do you think I'd risk letting someone see me like this before you got to? I'd never hear the end of it. [It's affectionate, but he is...starting to twig to the idea that Yuki also gets jealous over him, these days. He still struggles to see why, but it's slight progress.] I have four arms and there's been nobody pointing cameras through my windows for the last nine-ish months, so I thought I'd teach myself something new in my private time. Do you like it?
[The fact that he hasn't actually untied it yet implies something to him, but Momo being Momo, he wants to hear Yuki say it.]
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You've developed more interesting hobbies. But nobody else gets Momo chest privileges, or I'll riot.
[He says, as he traces the winding of the ribbons. He really could go two ways with this, and he's not awake enough to decide which way to go yet, so Momo is safe for now. Tied up, but safe.]
Mmm. I like it. Best birthday gift ever.
[Like he means business, Yuki wraps his long fingers around one of the bows in the front and makes sure Momo is snugly against him, his arms encircling him, careful of his wings.]
You're giving me ideas. I can't be held responsible for that.
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Aw, I'm always happy to inspire you, you know? [Absolutely not what he meant by ideas, but the mischievous way Momo's grin widens on one side says he knows that. He'll let Yuki decide how things go, since he'll roll with just about anything.] I'm sure my darling's thoughts about whatever you want to do with me and monopolising Momo chest privileges are only the purest and most innocent, like always.
[He shifts a little in position, snuggling himself closer against Yuki in his own way. Though he can't fully fidget with his arms like this, his fingers idle a little against where they rest along Yuki's chest.]
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Then a thought occurs to him, and his shoulders shake slightly with amusement.]
Even if I could figure out what to do with you, I don't think I can figure out the logistics of your wings.
[So he just leans in and kisses that half exposed, half beribboned chest sweetly and languidly. His fingertips trace the edges of the ribbons, because he's nothing if not an opportunist when it comes to Momo's pecs.]
So I guess you're a very special hug pillow now. Maybe I'll just cuddle you like this all night~
[Well, he's awake enough for that level of wicked after all.]
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I mean, if you want me like this for that long, I'll do my best still! [With the bit of time to recover his attempted confidence, he curves his shoulders back a little to push his chest out more. Bloodflow is emphatically no longer an issue for his lower set of arms, and his upper set have the exoskeleton protecting parts of them from being compressed too much, so logistically he's not actually sure being tied up for the entire night would be that much of an issue.] But that sounds kinda like an excuse for you to get back to sleep again as fast as possible.
[Sometimes he just has to roast Yuki for being the sleepiest.]
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[Okay, so he caught on. He wanted to sleep. And Momo, being a loving, considerate partner, was going to be his mothman hug pillow. Now he has to opt for plan B... Which is slowly tugging at the end of the bow on his lower arms. He'll wake up if he absolutely has to.]
What does one do with a Momo for one's birthday?
[He turns the end of the ribbon around his hand, slowly winding it up as the bow begins to untie.]
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I said "whatever you wanted", right? So there's lots of things you could do with a Momo. I could wash your hair for you, or feed you your food, or carry you around all day...
[But those are pretty basic suggestions all things considered, and he tilts his head up a bit to look at Yuki, a touch of mischief in it.]
But it depends on what you want to do with me. I'm all yours. [...Aside from the possibility of being called out, but that's ever-present.]
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Time to unwind the ribbon so he has one whole set of hands free.]
So I could get a massage? And several naps with my head resting on your chest? And... let's say a few kisses somewhere in there.
[Suddenly, a thought occurs to Yuki, and his face turns instantly mischievous.]
Does the spoiling end at midnight? I can think of some things I want that might run over. I guess I can be accommodating and stop right at the stroke of midnight, though.
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I'll leave that open depending on what it is. You can't trick Momo-chan into agreeing to your secret midnight schemes for me that easily.
[But as for the other requests, he nudges up a little to kiss Yuki under the jaw, as if to get ahead of the curve on that one.]
But the rest is fine with me. As long as you don't mind that I'll have to set up for the naps or have them on the couch so I don't squash my wings.
[If he wants to not be sore after lying on his back, he usually has to leave his wings open and have something supporting him so the spot they join his back isn't flat against the bed, hence why he tends to primarily sleep on his front or occasionally side here.]
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[Right, the wings. For a moment, he worries that this entire set of wishes is asking too much. He's the one who needs to adapt, after all.]
I can't even pin you down with those wings... That's a shame. I guess I'll just have to let you do all the hard work.
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[There's perhaps a little too much actual consideration in that suggestion, though it's otherwise the tone of a joke. If they were as fragile as a normal moth's, he would've probably shredded them by now, but they seem to have their own ways of dealing with Momo not being the size of or having the typical lifespan of a moth. They'd gotten damaged at the ends a few months ago and had healed decently quickly from that, so if Yuki wanted him like he was pinned to a board, he could work with that.]
And if the secret midnight scheme is something I like, then I'll just agree to it anyway, right? Think of whether I do or not as another birthday surprise.
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and ravish himas pinning him to a specimen board. A day that ends in y, it sure is.]My secret midnight scheme might just be good for both of us. You, me, nothing and nobody else...
[It's entirely possible that he's taking the freedom to love Momo and running with it as fast and as far as he can.]
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My gentle darling having such dirty thoughts already...but if that's what you want, I'm listening.
[He's still withholding full permission on that if only for the suspicion that Yuki might use it to force him to listen to compliments or something.]
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Can I keep you tied up at least?
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You're the only one who started untying me, so of course you can. I don't think it's much of a worry with how my body is now. [Some parts armoured, some parts he's not even sure of the underlying anatomy of anymore - either way, he has his doubts that even if he'd gone tight enough to trouble his circulation (whatever's left of it), that it would actually be a concern for how he is these days. And while that might be a strange thing to sit with, it has its advantages.]