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TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES
| TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES |
Uploading user data to environmental systems. . . please wait.  Augmentations c̴̦͋o̷͓̺̘̓m̸̮̈̾́p̸̻̃l̵̠̱̤̅e̷̢̧̺͐̃̽t̸͈̓ḙ̴͙̓͘. Proceed . . .? Y/N > Y  Your eyes blink open to the blinding glare of overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you: Welcome to the N̵̩̈́̓ä̶͇́͂͘m̸̠͒e̴̞̻̾ͅl̷̹̄͝ḙ̷̺͗s̵̳͊̀ṣ̵̱̚ͅ ̶̧͒̄Í̴͔s̵̡̛̺̍̓ļ̵̥͖̄͛͌ḁ̸̳̟̒́n̵̻͑́͗d̴̩͕̰̂̊̔ Darkness overtakes you once again. I. Arrival  When you awake, you find you have washed up on the otherworldly pink sands of an impossibly beautiful beach, the tropical scenery spoiled only slightly by your seasickness. New arrivals, waterlogged and covered in sand, will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Feel free to explore the Island, all is available for your use. Stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether an apartment in the City, a shack on the beach, or a bigger space at the House of Worship with friends. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each arrival's home. II. Tropical Snow  The Augur hasn't forgotten your festive needs, Islanders! Though the Island weather remains sunny and tropical, a powdery snow has begun to fall from blue skies, collecting into pristine piles overnight. Fortunately, unlike some other snowstorms Islanders might have experienced, this one won't freeze you. In fact, the temperature of the powder is perfectly pleasant, even though everything else about it is exactly as one might remember from white holidays past. It even sticks together nicely, making it absolutely perfect for snowballs, forts, and sculptures, and the 'bots encourage Islanders to enjoy this little treat from the Augur for the limited time that it will last. Even robots pelted by snowballs will chirp cheery encouragements. It is, however, a little slippery… and a bit tacky. And sweet? Catching snowflakes on your tongue has never been so rewarding. III. It Came From Above  In addition to the Island's traditional cherub dragon helpers, Islanders may notice a newcomer to the skies above: these zippy little drones, which flit about playfully and broadcast festive songs from Islander memories whilst they assist the dragonets in decorating the hospital and other public buildings in wintery colors and charming strings of lights. Make sure you mind your head, because the more mischievous of the drones have minds of their own when it comes to decorating sometimes! If you're looking a little dour, you might become the next surface wrapped up in lights and tinsel. Maybe even with someone else, for pleasant company of course! Oh, and those mistletoe bots? They seem to pick targets at will, locking on and hovering overhead until their If asked for assistance with a drone, Island robots will helpfully inform you that the drones make excellent pets! Just be sure to pick one that doesn't bite. IV. Sticky Circumstances  The robots may have made a veeerryy slight miscalculation. As time passes, the mysteriously room-temperature snow that blankets the Island begins to… well, melt. Except, it doesn't melt into water. What results instead from this well-meaning experiment is a slippery, sticky, sweet substance just like icing sugar… but everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the buildings, sliding in globs off the leaves of every palm tree. While it may taste good, and pests like ants are never a problem in paradise, it's quite a nuisance! Robots will offer credits for assistance in clean-up, rewarding especially handsomely as the mess seems to gunk up their joints. With enough help from Islanders and drones, the mess could be cleaned up within the week! If an Islander would rather just enjoy their Island-wide slip and slide, however? The 'bots won't fault them. N A V I G A T I O N |
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Though he clears his throat before he speaks again. He can still feel a faint heat building up, which is surely a feeling anyone whose lived on this island is all too familiar with. The sensation even lightens the sore feeling in his body, wanting to take away any reason why he would want to say no. Still, he has enough control to not let such a dose immediately control his actions, or to be just swayed by the idea of what else Xue Yang has in mind to do...
Xiao Xingchen crosses his legs, fidgeting as the heat becomes a little more insistent.]
As long as you don't... want to move us into your shop.
[He has more to say, about how Xue Yang seems predictable in some ways yet in many ways not, but the aphrodisiac starts to pull more complicated thoughts away from him.]
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If we lived in the shop, customers would show up and interrupt us. And I don't want to share you whenever I have you all to myself.
[ His tone is matter-of-fact as he says it. ]
Besides there isn't a kitchen there or even a bath.
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His eyes first focus on a hand Xue Yang uses to hold the crepe. Despite how they're not posed too suggestively, he only needs to recall a few moments ago in the shower, when Xue Yang's fingers felt around inside him and he considered riding them to orgasm without any shame right then.
If he's already committed to this, why doesn't he take Xue Yang for all the pleasure he can provide?
That thought intensifies as his gaze sweeps lower. Slick already rolling down his inner thighs, he can't ignore the idea of simply holding onto Xue Yang's shoulders and leveraging himself onto his cock before he even finishes breakfast.
With his own hand starting to grip his own crepe, the fruit preserves start to run down and onto him. He doesn't think too much - other than noticing the sugary, sticky feeling - as he sets it back onto the plate and decides to clean the sweet liquid with the tip of his tongue. First, along the soft skin of his inner wrist, then up along his palm.]
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He follows it all the way up to Xiao Xingchen's fingertips before slowly taking them into his mouth, keeping eye contact with Xiao Xingchen the entire time. He was already hard but his cock jumps now with the intimate contact.
It only takes a few deliberate tugs before the robe slips free once again, and then he's moving back into his seat and guiding Xiao Xingchen towards him, on top of him.
There's no reason for them not to do this. This is exactly how things should be. Regardless of any plans of either of them to go back to the shop, or the cafe, or do anything else today but continue what was started last night, there's no thought of anything else in this moment. It's so easy to have Xiao Xingchen sink down around him, feeling like he fits as perfectly as if they were made for each other.
The rest of the day and even the rest of the crepes can be dealt with later. Xiao Xingchen is here now, and that's all Xue Yang cares about. ]