[ Yamada drinks at the same time she does, just as deep. He's quite the hard drinker, too. His long nights with nothing better to do halfway to nowhere on long-haul trucking jobs made it a habit. Fortunately not a habit that became a problem. His powers probably help.
Yamada doesn't move his eyes, but the pupils widen until the grin is just an emerald lining as the butterfly approaches. Just like a cat spotting a bird. The dark circles reflect the room like an obsidian mirror. ]
Mmm... Is the light real? [ He asks in fascination, lifting a finger towards it, curious if he can feel it. He can do a convincing imitation of many a power, but the realm Betsy commands is beyond him. He realises a moment later the question is bizarre and clarifies- ] If I took a photo, would it be there? Or is it a hallucination we're sharing?
[ Regardless of the answer, his eyes still reflect it, even if they shouldn't. The body is mind quality again. The drink could be coloured water but if he believed it was whiskey, he'd get drunk. ]
[ Another thing they might find they have in common. Telepathy has it's uses when it comes to wanting to not be drunk very quickly (or in needing to be). The butterfly jerks slightly, as if it somehow notices his cat like look. It doesn't have it's own sentience, it's hers, but occasionally she likes to play.
Reacting to his movement it comes towards his finger. At first he'll pass through it with a brief cold, pleasant, tingling sensation. A half a second more and it becomes a solid construct, no longer delicate but rather hard and far sturdier than it's appearance would imply. ]
Both. I can create something that's merely a shared image between our minds, but I can also create a solid construct that can be filmed. It all depends on what I need.
[ There's a lilt to her voice revealing a bit of pleasure in someone asking questions. Too often people fear her abilities, so it's always a surprise to get someone seemingly curious. ]
[ He’s a sharper observer than most would expect, and Betsy’s happiness at his interest is noted. And encouraged. Yamada likes making people happy.
He’s always taken pleasure in the strange, even before he became so strange himself. Making a game of it all, such as attempting to scoop up the butterfly and give it a little kiss for being so beautiful, makes being a bizarre thing bearable. ]
Then I know what I’d like my prize to be. [ He says with a smile that just promises a trouble. He does so love his mischief. ] Live modelling for some artwork. Photography. Butterflies to be prominent.
[ He doesn't say she’ll need them to be decent, but it just radiates off him like the little scamp he is. ]
It's been quite a long time since I've done any sort of modeling like that. [ And never with a prominence of her powers. Her modelling days were quite literally a different life ago. Though she can't entirely say she hates the idea. In fact, a part of her finds it rather....nice to think about. It's nice to be appreciated, particularly when one has as many issues with their body as she does. ]
But I suppose if the butterflies are your focus we can give it a try. I do always give what I owe.
[ If anyone understands body issues, it’s Yamada. He’s had so many that he doesn't remember what being a single, sturdy self was like. ]
Good. I want you to know I appreciate you for your mind, even if it is fluttering about. [ It’s spoken in his usual jovial manner, but there's real feeling there. He holds the psychic butterfly tenderly on a finger so he can drink up the rest of his glass. ] And remind me to make more bets with you.
[ The cocky little sparkle of his eyes is obvious as the dilation pulls together into a slit once more. He’s added a little hint of fang, too; it just makes his smirk full of mischief when the tips just barely peek over his lip. ]
[ She downs the rest of her drink and sets the glass down while she contemplates if she wants to pour another for herself. Probably shouldn't go too overboard. Maybe. ]
That's kind of you. Most people find themselves uncomfortable with telepaths. [ Watching him brings a soft smile to her face, enough to make her more bold about her butterflies. The mischief he's exuding doesn't help either. Or maybe it does help. That all depends on perspective, doesn't it? With a little wink a a dozen more butterflies pop up fluttering all around him. Some are solid while others simply have different sensations varying from a sharp coldness to a pleasant little jolt. ]
Heh. Those people probably have minds worth looking into.
[ His head, when his thoughts are in there at least, is a mess. Most Moonlit have a little disconnect from reality, connecting them to their personal set of physics. Yamada is no different. It’s nicer in his own than he’d like to admit.
A broad smile breaks his face, a boyish excitement in the face of the butterfly swarm. He touches a few, and once he gets the idea he starts playing along. He touches a cold one and his finger turns to ice with a cute tinkle. A heated one causes his finger to pulse to life as crackling magma. A shocking jolt turns it his finger to a battery, buzzing with electricity. That's three fingers- he gives her look just daring her to give him something unusual. A challenge. ]
I won't confirm or deny if I do. [ She does. Morally grey is her favorite color after all. While she's not the least ethical telepath out there she's also far from the most ethical one. Are there any really ethical ones?
But she does give him the courtesy of avoiding his mind. Even if she is a bit...curious. That curiosity is something she can never quite get rid of. Watching him stirs even more curiosity in her, it's almost like watching a kid play and yet not at the same time. ]
Another challenge, mm? [ The strangest thing she can think of to put in a psychic butterfly would be a memory. Or knowledge. As she tries to narrow down what to put in one it occurs to her that she has disturbingly few good memories. Eventually she settles on a song, "A Little Girl's Dream", by her friend Dazzler that she's heard more than a few times. Music's a good memory right? ]
[ Yamada eagerly reaches for the butterfly, using a fresh finger and keeping the changes he's made so far. The index finger wriggles in a circle to give a bit of suspense before he touches it. It's a game he's excited to play, and that it involves stretching both their abilities is simply a bonus. As far as he's concerned, powers should be used. Perhaps abused a little. Ethics aren't his strong suit either.
When his finger falls on the song butterfly, the result is fascinating. He doesn't put any thought into it at all- he lets it flow as a feeling. His finger morphs into a record needle but it doesn't stop there. A vibration visibly flows up his arm, until it hits is mouth- the song emerges, clear and precisely as she remembers it.
Clearly, Yamada hadn't been expecting that himself, and slaps his other hand over his mouth. He spends a moment like that, then bursts into a bright, deep laugh. ]
[ Out of the corner of her eyes she watches him go after the butterfly, amusement only growing as she sees how he reacts. Eventually she does turn her full gaze onto him as he transforms his finger, allowing him to see the satisfied little expression on her lips. ]
It was either that or giving you a new language. But I wasn't entirely certain what you already speak.
Mmm. Very useful. Saves me on night school fees. [ Yamada doesn't seem to mind having his body do something strange unbidden. It happens. She should see what happens when he gets angry. He does notice he said that in the high, beautiful voice of Dazzler, before thudding his chest- it makes a record-scratching noise and his deep, rough voice returns. ] Japanese, English, enough of most of Europe to ask for things nicely, mademoiselle.
You do a decent impression of her. She'd hate it. [ She says it with a chuckle, clearly she's extremely fond of her friend Dazzler. Enough to tease her even with someone else. ]
Then going with the song was the smart move for me it seems. [ The chuckle turns into a more substantial laugh. He should be proud of himself for getting her to laugh hard enough that she brings her hands up to try to hide her smile. ]
[ Oh he’s proud. His lean into comedy as a default was a defensive move, so no one would think the smirking man was hurting. But actual laughter is simply so satisfying to invoke.
He leans forward, his eyes once more focusing as a cat does on prey, but locked onto her lips. ]
That's beautiful too, why hide it? [ He asks with a grin of his own. ] It makes me want to ask for a few things.
[ As her laugh tappers off she drops her hands, clearly taking note of where his eyes are looking. Fine, if he's going to look there then she's going to slowly lick her lips, bringing even more attention there. ]
[ As beautiful as the lips are conventionally, Yamada has a special appreciation of them. He does of all bodies. Of all shapes. Her smile is one of those things that crosses self and shape so nicely, it makes him tingle. With his pupils so wide, it's easy to see the way his gaze laser focuses on the motion of her tongue. ]
All sorts. More by the second. [ He leans forward, reaching a hand out- hovering between the bottle and taking her hand. Letting it hang, an anticipatory moment. ] How nicely should I ask? Or can I be daring?
[ He loves playing little games. Even when the ache of teasing gets him as much as his, hopefully, his target. ]
[ Truthfully, she's got a lot of hang-ups about her body. It not being...hers and all sorts of other complications. But it's not like she likes to let on to that with anyone. Instead she just enjoys leaning more into the flirtatious twist things took, because that's easier.
And more fun.
When he reaches his hand out to hover she meets it with a brief brush of a finger before dropping it back down. Barely a touch really as her gaze lowers towards his hands. ]
[ Cut from the same cloth in a way- if asked he’ll only talk about the positives of being a bizarre formless thing. It’s more fun to be like that.
The moment she gives him permission to be bold, he turns his hand to snag her fingers. The ice finger is not as cold as it should be and the magma finger is just pleasingly warm, the battery finger a pleasing buzz. A quick tug, easy to resist if she so wishes, invites her closer for a heated, energetic kiss- popping the lid on a pressurised container, his joyous, playful emotions bursting out. ]
[ Focus on the fun aspects of having powers while internalizing the chaotic nightmare fuel truth. Two peas in a pod.
It doesn't really catch her by surprise that he went there. One could also argue very few things catch a telepath by surprise. Even if they're not actively reading a mind after a while one just gets used to predicting how human behavior will go. That's not to say she's not enjoying the kiss. She is. Even if there's hints of two different people in the kiss. One person hungry for comfort and touch, passionate and desperate. Another person restrained and fighting to keep herself together. A whirlwind of butterflies burst forth around them. These butterflies aren't solid but they do present a very pleasant chill, something to send a shiver, maybe even cause goosebumps.
Rather slowly she pulls away, purple eyes glowing ever so slightly, and lets out a throaty chuckle. ]
[ While his abilities are a distant second to telepathy when it comes to reading people, no one knows body language like a transforming man. He can't read a mind, but he can read a kiss like a well-thumbed book. He’s successfully avoided deep connection for some time, but there’s familiar verses in the poem of her kiss. He’s recited similar, amongst other whose loneliness needed soothing.
He looks quite pleased at a ‘not bad’, unabashedly letting the shivers roll over him. ]
That’s testing the waters. Let me get some practice in before judgement. [ His voice vibrates with his spoken laughter, and he gives her a quick follow up kiss to the corner of her lips- his own lips ice-cold and to return the thrill of her butterflies. ] Mmm. Though I would like that date, curse or no. We should bet for it again.
I suppose I can be generous and hold back my full judgement. For now. [ Again, she's got something of a contradiction going on. Her expression is completely serious whlie her tone, particularly with the last two words, has a teasing quality to it. The brief follow-up sends an all too short literal chill down her spine. There's some degree of appreciation to be found in how quick he makes it, how it leaves her wanting more. It's something she would do to someone herself.
Bit unfortunate he got to it first. Now all she's left to do is lean in to kiss him only to pull back and smirk. ]
Mm. And what sort of activity would be doing this time?
[ The contradiction is enticing- Yamada has a strong attraction to serious and cool types, but the desire to melt the demeanour further is powerful. His frost-covered lips have a playful smile, confidence sparkling in his eyes. Literally, the cat arrangement altering into a sparkling, jewel-like form. ]
Hmm… last time, we tested you. [ He squeezes her hand with his mixed fingers, the other hand jabbing himself in the chest with a thumb. ] This time, you challenge me.
[ When he says it, a shine circles his eyes, full of energy. ]
If I can do it, I get the date… if I can't, you get what. Ever. You. Want.
[ She drums her fingers against his hand for a moment before pulling away and stretching lazily. A long stretch that she finished with a roll of her shoulders. ] Mmm, win a fight with me.
[ Both her tone and her expression exude absolute seriousness until she shakes her head. Changes her mind. It's a problem for her. ]
That's probably not fair. [ To who? She won't give that away. Her secret to keep. ]
[ Yamada has a spark of excitement at the idea of a fight. He has always wanted a flirty fight. Having a badass hold a knife to his throat and tip his chin up? Her comment it would be unfair is probably accurate, however. His powers are formidable, but he’s still a rookie when it comes to proper combat, enough he doesn't even fully grasp his lack of skill. His smile cracks to an awkward one when she says it- but perks right back up at the idea of a race. ]
Oh, I'm a pro at that. [ Literally. Until recently, he’s wasted his abilities on lots of jobs- transport and delivery is one of the most common. ] Start picking your date outfit, I’ve got this.
[ As much as she'd like the fight, because she likes fights a little too much, she might just end up feeling a little too guilty for it. Evidently somewhere deep down she does have some ethics to be found. She does feel a bit bad the he perks up at it... ]
Maybe another time. [ Once she's judged his ability to fight better. At least he picks up with the other suggest, which helps her guilt. ]
Cocky. [ She likes that. ] First person from here to Big Ben then?
[ Yamada flips his legs up and kicks out to land on his feet with athletic grace. The way his body is little more than conceptual clay to be moulded by a mind means he always moves exactly how he wants to, and when he puts even a smidgeon of thought into his motions they become almost superhumanly smooth. He starts to warm up- as pointless as it is when he'll have a different body, the motions make him feel better. And as Betsy has seen, his feelings are linked to his forms. So the stretching is still sensitive. ]
You can call it cocky if I lose. [ He gives her a wink, a small crackle of green electrical energy sparking off his eyelashes. He's pleased with her smile at his cockiness- he's not AS cocky as he acts, but he IS cocky. ] Fine by me. Care to do the honours of the countdown?
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[ Yamada drinks at the same time she does, just as deep. He's quite the hard drinker, too. His long nights with nothing better to do halfway to nowhere on long-haul trucking jobs made it a habit. Fortunately not a habit that became a problem. His powers probably help.
Yamada doesn't move his eyes, but the pupils widen until the grin is just an emerald lining as the butterfly approaches. Just like a cat spotting a bird. The dark circles reflect the room like an obsidian mirror. ]
Mmm... Is the light real? [ He asks in fascination, lifting a finger towards it, curious if he can feel it. He can do a convincing imitation of many a power, but the realm Betsy commands is beyond him. He realises a moment later the question is bizarre and clarifies- ] If I took a photo, would it be there? Or is it a hallucination we're sharing?
[ Regardless of the answer, his eyes still reflect it, even if they shouldn't. The body is mind quality again. The drink could be coloured water but if he believed it was whiskey, he'd get drunk. ]
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Reacting to his movement it comes towards his finger. At first he'll pass through it with a brief cold, pleasant, tingling sensation. A half a second more and it becomes a solid construct, no longer delicate but rather hard and far sturdier than it's appearance would imply. ]
Both. I can create something that's merely a shared image between our minds, but I can also create a solid construct that can be filmed. It all depends on what I need.
[ There's a lilt to her voice revealing a bit of pleasure in someone asking questions. Too often people fear her abilities, so it's always a surprise to get someone seemingly curious. ]
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He’s always taken pleasure in the strange, even before he became so strange himself. Making a game of it all, such as attempting to scoop up the butterfly and give it a little kiss for being so beautiful, makes being a bizarre thing bearable. ]
Then I know what I’d like my prize to be. [ He says with a smile that just promises a trouble. He does so love his mischief. ] Live modelling for some artwork. Photography. Butterflies to be prominent.
[ He doesn't say she’ll need them to be decent, but it just radiates off him like the little scamp he is. ]
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But I suppose if the butterflies are your focus we can give it a try. I do always give what I owe.
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Good. I want you to know I appreciate you for your mind, even if it is fluttering about. [ It’s spoken in his usual jovial manner, but there's real feeling there. He holds the psychic butterfly tenderly on a finger so he can drink up the rest of his glass. ] And remind me to make more bets with you.
[ The cocky little sparkle of his eyes is obvious as the dilation pulls together into a slit once more. He’s added a little hint of fang, too; it just makes his smirk full of mischief when the tips just barely peek over his lip. ]
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That's kind of you. Most people find themselves uncomfortable with telepaths. [ Watching him brings a soft smile to her face, enough to make her more bold about her butterflies. The mischief he's exuding doesn't help either. Or maybe it does help. That all depends on perspective, doesn't it? With a little wink a a dozen more butterflies pop up fluttering all around him. Some are solid while others simply have different sensations varying from a sharp coldness to a pleasant little jolt. ]
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[ His head, when his thoughts are in there at least, is a mess. Most Moonlit have a little disconnect from reality, connecting them to their personal set of physics. Yamada is no different. It’s nicer in his own than he’d like to admit.
A broad smile breaks his face, a boyish excitement in the face of the butterfly swarm. He touches a few, and once he gets the idea he starts playing along. He touches a cold one and his finger turns to ice with a cute tinkle. A heated one causes his finger to pulse to life as crackling magma. A shocking jolt turns it his finger to a battery, buzzing with electricity. That's three fingers- he gives her look just daring her to give him something unusual. A challenge. ]
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But she does give him the courtesy of avoiding his mind. Even if she is a bit...curious. That curiosity is something she can never quite get rid of. Watching him stirs even more curiosity in her, it's almost like watching a kid play and yet not at the same time. ]
Another challenge, mm? [ The strangest thing she can think of to put in a psychic butterfly would be a memory. Or knowledge. As she tries to narrow down what to put in one it occurs to her that she has disturbingly few good memories. Eventually she settles on a song, "A Little Girl's Dream", by her friend Dazzler that she's heard more than a few times. Music's a good memory right? ]
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[ Yamada eagerly reaches for the butterfly, using a fresh finger and keeping the changes he's made so far. The index finger wriggles in a circle to give a bit of suspense before he touches it. It's a game he's excited to play, and that it involves stretching both their abilities is simply a bonus. As far as he's concerned, powers should be used. Perhaps abused a little. Ethics aren't his strong suit either.
When his finger falls on the song butterfly, the result is fascinating. He doesn't put any thought into it at all- he lets it flow as a feeling. His finger morphs into a record needle but it doesn't stop there. A vibration visibly flows up his arm, until it hits is mouth- the song emerges, clear and precisely as she remembers it.
Clearly, Yamada hadn't been expecting that himself, and slaps his other hand over his mouth. He spends a moment like that, then bursts into a bright, deep laugh. ]
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[ Out of the corner of her eyes she watches him go after the butterfly, amusement only growing as she sees how he reacts. Eventually she does turn her full gaze onto him as he transforms his finger, allowing him to see the satisfied little expression on her lips. ]
It was either that or giving you a new language. But I wasn't entirely certain what you already speak.
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[ He gives her a wink this time. ]
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Then going with the song was the smart move for me it seems. [ The chuckle turns into a more substantial laugh. He should be proud of himself for getting her to laugh hard enough that she brings her hands up to try to hide her smile. ]
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He leans forward, his eyes once more focusing as a cat does on prey, but locked onto her lips. ]
That's beautiful too, why hide it? [ He asks with a grin of his own. ] It makes me want to ask for a few things.
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Mm, that so. What sort of things?
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All sorts. More by the second. [ He leans forward, reaching a hand out- hovering between the bottle and taking her hand. Letting it hang, an anticipatory moment. ] How nicely should I ask? Or can I be daring?
[ He loves playing little games. Even when the ache of teasing gets him as much as his, hopefully, his target. ]
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And more fun.
When he reaches his hand out to hover she meets it with a brief brush of a finger before dropping it back down. Barely a touch really as her gaze lowers towards his hands. ]
Don't let me stop you from being daring.
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The moment she gives him permission to be bold, he turns his hand to snag her fingers. The ice finger is not as cold as it should be and the magma finger is just pleasingly warm, the battery finger a pleasing buzz. A quick tug, easy to resist if she so wishes, invites her closer for a heated, energetic kiss- popping the lid on a pressurised container, his joyous, playful emotions bursting out. ]
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It doesn't really catch her by surprise that he went there. One could also argue very few things catch a telepath by surprise. Even if they're not actively reading a mind after a while one just gets used to predicting how human behavior will go. That's not to say she's not enjoying the kiss. She is. Even if there's hints of two different people in the kiss. One person hungry for comfort and touch, passionate and desperate. Another person restrained and fighting to keep herself together. A whirlwind of butterflies burst forth around them. These butterflies aren't solid but they do present a very pleasant chill, something to send a shiver, maybe even cause goosebumps.
Rather slowly she pulls away, purple eyes glowing ever so slightly, and lets out a throaty chuckle. ]
Mm, not bad.
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He looks quite pleased at a ‘not bad’, unabashedly letting the shivers roll over him. ]
That’s testing the waters. Let me get some practice in before judgement. [ His voice vibrates with his spoken laughter, and he gives her a quick follow up kiss to the corner of her lips- his own lips ice-cold and to return the thrill of her butterflies. ] Mmm. Though I would like that date, curse or no. We should bet for it again.
[ No reason. Just fun. Just time together. ]
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Bit unfortunate he got to it first. Now all she's left to do is lean in to kiss him only to pull back and smirk. ]
Mm. And what sort of activity would be doing this time?
[ There's very little she won't do. ]
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Hmm… last time, we tested you. [ He squeezes her hand with his mixed fingers, the other hand jabbing himself in the chest with a thumb. ] This time, you challenge me.
[ When he says it, a shine circles his eyes, full of energy. ]
If I can do it, I get the date… if I can't, you get what. Ever. You. Want.
[ Fair’s fair. She’s given him the same. ]
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[ Both her tone and her expression exude absolute seriousness until she shakes her head. Changes her mind. It's a problem for her. ]
That's probably not fair. [ To who? She won't give that away. Her secret to keep. ]
How about getting to a location first?
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Oh, I'm a pro at that. [ Literally. Until recently, he’s wasted his abilities on lots of jobs- transport and delivery is one of the most common. ] Start picking your date outfit, I’ve got this.
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Maybe another time. [ Once she's judged his ability to fight better. At least he picks up with the other suggest, which helps her guilt. ]
Cocky. [ She likes that. ] First person from here to Big Ben then?
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You can call it cocky if I lose. [ He gives her a wink, a small crackle of green electrical energy sparking off his eyelashes. He's pleased with her smile at his cockiness- he's not AS cocky as he acts, but he IS cocky. ] Fine by me. Care to do the honours of the countdown?
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