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[redfortune]

[ Well. Red has to pause and think there. But she's pretty sure she knows what Kiritsubo means. ]

...I'd love to hear you speak for me. About me. To me.

[ She laughs. ]

...how's that for a start?

[tattooism]

Oh, very good, very good~

[ Kiritsubo's own laugh follows before Red's even fades, a husky, pleased little chuckle. ]

How shall I start then... We have met so many times now, it seems to me, and yet... I do not know any of the truly fun things about you. How your skin flushes with pleasure, or how you sound when you moan...

Is that not a terrible thing, especially in a place like this... ?

[redfortune]

...depends on who you ask.

[ She half laughs, half sighs. ]

But when it comes to you, I do kinda feel like there's more we could know about one another. Especially in... that particular area, yeah?

[tattooism]

Well, we are asking me... And I say it is a terrible thing~

[ Or rather, she purrs it. ]

You were on the front, were you not? I seem to recall that...

It must have been difficult, stealing moments away for pleasure. Did you become very good at finding the time... or did you neglect yourself for more important things?

[redfortune]

Ah-

[ He half laughs, abashed and a little sheepish. ]

I didn't think about it much. Until - uh. I met someone who grabbed a lot of my attention. [ Another pause. ]

We fucked in a hospital tent.

[tattooism]

[ Another little chuckle, half-muffled- perhaps in a pillow. ]

A hospital tent, that's a clever idea~ A bit more privacy than usual...

But I assume you still had to try and be quiet, hmm?

[redfortune]

Well, yeah. And it was, uh, kinda weird at first. Us, I mean.

[ She's not sure what she's saying in the here and now. But she's being asked, right? ]

But we were... figuring it out.

[tattooism]

[ In all honesty... Kiritsubo had been hoping for a far naughtier conversation. But patience is as patience does. ]

Do you want to tell me how you figured it out in that tent... ?

I would hate to repeat something you had special memories of.

[redfortune]

...it wasn't exactly in the tent. It took longer than that. But...

[ She half laughs. ]

...I was angry those first few times. It hurt and I liked the way that it hurt and I couldn't wrap my head around it.

[tattooism]

Hurt, hmm... ?

[ Her hum trails off, thoughtful. ]

In the flesh or in the heart?

[redfortune]

Little bit of both.

[ She laughs. She's telling this woman a lot, but - well. What's the harm? ]

We played a little rough.

[tattooism]

Oh, a little rough... ?

[ The little hint of chuckle is back. ]

She had the riding crop, then... ?

[redfortune]

...you could say that. Or a leash.

[ Well. That's more pleasant to think about, anyway. ]

[tattooism]

A leash, my, my...

[ She sounds... terribly excited to hear that. ]

How did you like the tug of the collar? Do you miss it?

[redfortune]

...I miss the woman who tugged on it.

[ She sounds a touch rueful. ]

...but it was kinda fun, in the end.

[tattooism]

Ah... That is a problem some people here do seem to suffer from.

They long for people who cannot be found here.

Have you at least found someone who reminds you? Or are you the sort that rejects such comforts?

[redfortune]

...I have people here who I'd miss, yeah. Who give me - what? Joy? Yeah. That's a good word for it.

[tattooism]

Mmmmnnnn, no, that's not what I'm asking~

[ The long hum becomes a bit teasing... but also, she's genuinely asking. For. Reasons. ]

I'm asking if there's anyone here in the Golden Peacock you're attracted to because they remind you of her. In looks, or how they act...

Or if you're one of those people who would feel awful if they did such a thing.

[redfortune]

...oh.

[ She laughs a little awkwardly and her voice drops. ]

...I can't really say it'd feel awful. No one here is her. And I can't get back to her anytime soon, so if I was worried about being loyal that's gone out the window. Besides, we weren't - we hadn't figured out what we were.

[ Another pause. ]

You remind me of her a bit sometimes, honestly.

[tattooism]

Hmmm... ?

[ Kiritsubo does quite a good job of sounding as if she had not angled to get to this place, humming as if simply curious. ]

What part of me?

[redfortune]

...I think part of it is the hair.

[ Red admits. ]

She was blonde. And... sometimes you have a very similar sorta - uh. Seductive air. [ This is awkward. And yet- ]

[tattooism]

The hair, hmm... ? And my seductive air...

[ On the other end of the line... Kiritsubo shifts. It's silent. Red will never know. But it's all a part of the character. ]

So do you think I could do it? Seduce you?

[redfortune]

...I'd say you've made a pretty good start.

[ God, that's embarrassing to admit. But this feels like the moment to say it. ]

I've enjoyed when we've talked, you know.

[tattooism]

But only a start... ?

[ Is this not the perfect time? No one else is up... it's just them on the phone... ]

Now, you know I have to ask what I would have to do to make a past tense verb... I was planning to do it over the phone tonight, but...

[redfortune]

I mean... you do a good job.

[ She laughs, awkward but endeared. ]

Otherwise I wouldn't have picked up in the first place.