Apartment
Your frustration was not alone, not at all. The look they give you as they set you back on your feet is telling. A touch of a smoulder, because... dammit.

As you spoke, they did move to go handle the delivery - answering the door, nabbing the bag, thanking the person on the other side, and then coming in with a bag full of delicious smelling baked goods. That done, door closed, he's moving to join you at the kitchen partition. Starting to dig out the goodies as they listen.

The insecurity isn't something he expected, but it is somewhat reassuring. And it has him reaching to snag your hand and give it another little squeeze. "That sounds... scary and difficult. But better than fostering the delusion and ending up not in a relationship at all? And, like, part of it is also that you don't get everything you need, just from Brix, right? That's, like, a two-way street?"

His voice softens. "I do think, maybe, that's part of what happened with Dee for me. You were giving me things she couldn't, and even before we kissed, it betrayed the whole 'one person must be everything' to me."

A slight face pulled. "How do you even perform that? I don't know what questions to ask?"

A slight pause, before adding, "how would we make it work? What would you need? What would I need? And if not make it work, at least try to." There's always vulnerability in admissions, in talks like these. Had to be. "If we're talking about plans for the future - I know we haven't known each other long, but I'd sincerely like to see if we can make this work?"

I've got some fool out here shooting off fireworks already.

They've gone home now, maybe cognizant of the fact that the cops will soon be out in anticipation of last call at the bars.

Or maybe they just ran out.

Reloading dice from saved data.

Found data from roll: 3

[1,3,4,1,3]

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Out

Whatcha doing?

-relaxing back... waiting-

Apartment
Holly loosed — nay, leaked a frustrated mew at the knock, head hanging low and nearly head-butting you as she relented to the call of food delivery.

Easily picked up, replaced. On her feet again, finding herself having off the built-up energy that left her leaning up against the kitchen partition or whatever.

"I mean what's there to say — part of the whole polyamory experience is being honest about your needs…" flushed a deep pink, Holly fidgeted with the collar of her top and she watched you [presumably] handling the delivery.

"…and I've gotta let my ego handle the fact that Brix doesn't get everything he needs from just me. But it's a better reality than him forcing himself into the delusion that he does, and building up resentment over it…" despite the fact that Holly could enunciate these words, it wasn't a comfortable divulgence.

But you wanted to know, so much so that you called her out for dodging the question, so now you knew she was capable of insecurity, lips together and inspiring deeply of the new wave of baked-goods-smell. Mmmm… it was a small mercy.

"…and that's a key part of it — releasing the magic of 'My one partner gives me everything I can possibly want or need' and opening yourself up to the idea that you have needs or compatibilities or even that you benefit from the occasional break…" her drift brought her to the bag brought inside, pulling a Truly and cracking it open.

"The hardest part is doing the internal inventory. Performing the self-evaluation, and accepting the possibility that 'I'm perfectly happy' might be self-delusion, and weighing whether it's worth exploration, worth breaking."

good morning sir

Ppink has started a new game with the following players:
Ppink

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 9 6 4 3 9 5 1 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " p p i n k " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " p p i n k " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 9 6 4 3 9 5 1 }

lp

Ppink has started a new game with the following players:
Ppink

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 9 6 4 3 6 6 2 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " p p i n k " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " p p i n k " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 9 6 4 3 6 6 2 }

-relaxing back... waiting-

-peeking in from the shadows from whence she once dwelled~

Yes Mommy. More sensuality. Pretty please.

Yes Mommy. More sensuality. Pretty please.

Apartment
The tumble succeeded, he'd say. For one, he's laughing. For another, they're absolutely not objecting to their current position, or the view from here. "You always smell so good." A murmur, as much to themself as to you, as the movement lifts the jammy, orchid cinnamon concoction into the air.

It really seemed appropriate your kisses were spicy.

Another laugh at that, amusement twinkling now. "It does, actually. Though I certainly aim to try." That as a hand lifts to brush some of that curtain of hair back behind your ear, fingers lingering along the line of your jaw. A different kind of handling than you were implying, but still.

You avoid again, and something like anxiety stirs. At odds with the growing heat, and that at odds with their desire for something solid.

"Desire for access, huh?" They're on the verge of trying to tumble you, when you stretch down to kiss them again. Hand smoothing up along your spine to urge you more solidly against them, though less so for the warmth. "Didn't we cover that one at rehearsals?" No, they are not talking about you and Brix in this moment.

A low groan at the knock on the door, at the interruption. "Timing, people, timing."

Well, given your position, and theirs - they are going to sit up and just scoop you up as they stand - they aren't sure they can do it, honestly, but it should be fun to try.

"The universe is knocking." If they somehow manage to get fully to their feet, still holding you, it'll be a win. They will absolutely carry you in the direction of the door. Tone playful, teasing, "ever feel like the universe wants you to have a conversation?"

-lies back... alone again-

Hmm.