[ Yamada's current body is durable, the tough metal able to handle a crash landing, and her strength is interesting stimulation. He whoops as they smash into the water with a force that would injure any ordinary human, and his voice turns into a warble when they sink beneath the waves.
He doesn't need to breathe or air to speak right now. He isn't so good at floating, though, so her strength is welcome in hauling him up to the surface, and he joins her laughter, water pouring over his body, running along the contours of his metal skin. The ring protruding from his back clicks apart into two halves, the central arm splitting in two to press against the surface. Acting like the feet of a water strider to keep him afloat. ]
You like it. [ He says it with confidence. It warms him up to know it, that such an amazing person likes him for all his ridiculousness. ] Now. I believe kisses were discussed?
I do. [ She would never even consider denying that. Besides, she's honest to a fault and couldn't even if she wanted to. It's refreshing to have someone so absolutely willing to embrace her whims with as much passion as she has with them. Which means it's easy for her to yank him in, even with his strange form (or maybe she enjoys that a little more). ]
They were... [ With a tilt of her head she presses a warm kiss against his metallic skin, tongue running curiously against the smoothness of it. ]
[ As someone who plays word games and lives half truths all the time, Kori’s instinctual honesty is intensely magnetic. Almost automatically he wants to be close to her.
He likes it when she says she likes him. He loves it when her power is used on him. He absolutely adores it when she kisses him. The metal is smooth and unyielding, and when her tongue passes over the small seams with their electronic lines of light gets a small, ozone tinged taste. A tingle of energy with it- the discharge makes him gasp and twitch. ]
Oh! [ He hadn't expect it, and laughs boyishly at the surprising sensation. His head tips back, offering her everything he has. His voice, even with the mechanical crackle, couldn't get warmer when he speaks. ] I like you too.
[ It's strange, the feeling of placing a kiss on him like that. But truthfully she's rather fond of strange. After all most have always been rather insistent on the fact that she's strange. Even her own sister. Family is complicated.
Idly she continues to trace her tongue along, pressing a little more firmly here and there just to get a reaction from him. ]
You have a wonderful laugh. [ It helps that she just really likes hearing people be happy. Hearing him be happy. Her own voice is airy, light, but also intertwined with a large amount of kindness. Her own warmth. ] I'm happy to hear that.
[ Strange has been Yamada's shield for some time. He got so sick of trying to find somewhere he fit, he made sure there was nowhere he could. So much easier to be a weird story to tell, passing through people's lives as shallowly as possible. He's trying to change, connect with people.
And he'll take all the strange he can get.
He doesn't laugh often. He usually performs that curious way of talking that implies it instead, but Kori earns a second when her tongue touches a sensitive little node of energy. He's glad she enjoys it, and lifts his hands cup her face. ]
Nobody makes me laugh like you.
[ A wave of pixelated lights passes over his visor eyes, forming a crude digital fireworks display. From Yamada, that may as well have been a confession of eternal love, and she gets a kiss that tells a similar story. Hot, sweet, electric- literally, a tingling buzz on his lips and the segmented metal of his tongue has an ozone tang. ]
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He doesn't need to breathe or air to speak right now. He isn't so good at floating, though, so her strength is welcome in hauling him up to the surface, and he joins her laughter, water pouring over his body, running along the contours of his metal skin. The ring protruding from his back clicks apart into two halves, the central arm splitting in two to press against the surface. Acting like the feet of a water strider to keep him afloat. ]
You like it. [ He says it with confidence. It warms him up to know it, that such an amazing person likes him for all his ridiculousness. ] Now. I believe kisses were discussed?
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They were... [ With a tilt of her head she presses a warm kiss against his metallic skin, tongue running curiously against the smoothness of it. ]
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He likes it when she says she likes him. He loves it when her power is used on him. He absolutely adores it when she kisses him. The metal is smooth and unyielding, and when her tongue passes over the small seams with their electronic lines of light gets a small, ozone tinged taste. A tingle of energy with it- the discharge makes him gasp and twitch. ]
Oh! [ He hadn't expect it, and laughs boyishly at the surprising sensation. His head tips back, offering her everything he has. His voice, even with the mechanical crackle, couldn't get warmer when he speaks. ] I like you too.
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Idly she continues to trace her tongue along, pressing a little more firmly here and there just to get a reaction from him. ]
You have a wonderful laugh. [ It helps that she just really likes hearing people be happy. Hearing him be happy. Her own voice is airy, light, but also intertwined with a large amount of kindness. Her own warmth. ] I'm happy to hear that.
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And he'll take all the strange he can get.
He doesn't laugh often. He usually performs that curious way of talking that implies it instead, but Kori earns a second when her tongue touches a sensitive little node of energy. He's glad she enjoys it, and lifts his hands cup her face. ]
Nobody makes me laugh like you.
[ A wave of pixelated lights passes over his visor eyes, forming a crude digital fireworks display. From Yamada, that may as well have been a confession of eternal love, and she gets a kiss that tells a similar story. Hot, sweet, electric- literally, a tingling buzz on his lips and the segmented metal of his tongue has an ozone tang. ]