Love Suite

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Stranger: (...Ah. The Love Suite. I was told that whoever I meet here will have me play a role of their "ideal"...)

Bryan: A prota lies on the bed, rose in mouth, doing a pained wink.

"Uh. Heya."

Stranger: (...Bryan.)

"...What are you doing?" He asks, raising a brow. Never has someone been this...forward, in this place.

Bryan: "Doing all I can for the-- prettiest prota in the--"

He spits out the rose, squeaking as blood trickles from his mouth.

The rose still had thorns. "--pleah!"

Stranger: "..."

Not only was he curious about what Bryan saw him as, trying not to mind the way being called "pretty" made him blush, but he had come to a realization.

Bryan definitely didn't seem the smartest. A small chuckle escaped him, yet he came to his side moments later.

"Hey, hey- You alright? That's...a good bit of blood there."

Bryan: "Imf--" He spits some more blood as he speaks, "--imf fiinmef-"

A sucking sound his heard as he attempts to keep more blood from oozing out...although the sour look on his face shows his discomfort, the flow slowly comes to a stop.

He sighs. "Just...aauh...man, I followed a whole tutorial to set the mood. Dumb thorns."

Stranger: "Gotta remember to pluck them." He replies.

"...Although...What were you trying to do?"

...Part of him thinks he already knows the answer. Another part of him knows that nobody here would be "normal" enough to be that direct...right?

Bryan: "Well, uh...uhm..."

He blushes. A purr escapes his throat, and he straightens his flimsy tie.

"I just, well- wanted to make the prettiest queen in the world feel good, that's all."

Stranger: Something rushes through him. An...odd, almost euphoric feeling. Like something Bryan just said hit a nerve he didn't even know he wanted to be hit.

"I'm...a pretty queen?" He stutters. It was obvious Bryan saw his ideal as a woman, but...maybe he just wanted to hear him say it again.

Bryan: It's like everything Stranger says gets him more worked up. His eyes look away as his face grows more red.

"You are! You're...wonderful. Makes my dull life feel better with you here y'know? I...don't know what kind of person I'd be without you."

Stranger: Was...was he a pretty queen? Nobody ever really called him a "queen" before, but...he cooed at the thought of it.

"...Thank you. Bryan. You want to just...lie around for now, at least? Save what you want for when your mouth fully stops bleeding."

Bryan: "Oh! Uh, sure, sure. Whatever you're comfortable with."

He rolls over a bit, giving Stranger all the room he needs on the bed. The happy, adoring look on his face is almost infectious.

Stranger: And...Stranger can't really say no to that.

As he lies down on the bed himself, he snuggles up next to him as he wraps his arm around Stranger's waist. It's...oddly calming. He knows Bryan isn't really seeing him, but...knowing that whoever he loves is treated like this? It's oddly endearing.

It's enough to let him close his eyes, and enjoy the bizzarre moment. The bizzarre feelings, the sound of Bryan suddenly starting to go off about his taxes...

...Maybe not the last part. But the rest, was enough.

[ Suite End ]

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