[ His hand feels little except the warmth inside it. He catalogues these things instead of the constant, phantom aches that usually make touch unbearable. ]
...Perhaps it will. I might only continue to see the merit of such places in the end, if so. Even if originally, I held no interest in such places...
[ Blade inadvertently squeezes the hand in his, gently. Selfishly, he hopes to feel this sensation again. Even if it breaks him. Though, he doesn't know when he would ever again, but in this moment, he will cherish it. ]
That's why you obtain more experiences--to try them for yourself and decide whether you think it's worth it again in the future or not.
[ She hopes he's a little more relaxed, because now the workers will get their feet out of the water containers and start working on them themselves. ]
[ Blade can't help but tense up when the workers start to work on them a bit more than before, though he will just allow the hand he holds to act as an anchor. ]
...Hm. Such things never crossed my mind before.
If I ever tried anything, it was only incidental. With no desire to retry them again; cementing such habits would be indicative of someone who wished to experience life to the fullest.
And you don't want to look like someone who wants to experience life to the fullest?
[ Blade. You're at a spa? Come on.
Their pedicure is finished! Your feet will be super smooth. Damn. Feel your soles.
After that, they are whisked along to the massage beds. They're given a t-shirt and knee shorts to change into (not tight. they want it slightly baggy) in preparation of the massage. ]
[ He is at the spa and still being himself. Though, he is certainly just letting it all happen.
Blade wonders if his feet have ever felt so smooth before in his entire life, holy shit. But, here they are, at the massage beds, and he changes quickly, while still being uneasy again because someone will have to put their hands on him. ]
Is it because you're afraid of being judged? Or does your appearance really matter that much to you? Good thing we're at a spa then!
[ Blade falling into Yuri's traps...
They have to lie down on the massaged beds, stomach down and the workers will get to thoroughly massaging their backs through every knot and muscle. There's a nice, soothing melody that plays along with a scent diffuser. Smells nice. It's meant to promote relaxation.
[ Yuri SAYING ALL OF THAT AND THEN STEAMROLLING OVER BLADE is sending me. He looks like he is at such a loss of words because he definitely is like NO?? But the fact it is Yuri saying all of that all at once overwhelms him temporarily...powerful. ]
I don't even know where you got any of that from.
[ And now they're on the massage beds. Strangely enough, something ridiculous has him unable to even tense up, so funnily enough, it probably served well to say that. Yuri being quiet is notable, but maybe she is relaxed? ]
Because if you don't want to be seen that way, it has to do with how you want to be seen. Therefore, your appearance matters to you. For what reason, I don't know, because you haven't told me.
[ Yuri tries to imagine Blade getting massaged... pfft. ]
[ Blade has to look pretty even if he is kind of half-insane. He is still clearly unused to being massaged, but at least he's probably starting to truly relax in a sort of way. He's always been difficult, even towards himself. ]
...Hm. I suppose.
Even if it isn't exactly something I advertise.
[ He has eyeliner, yes. Blade still considers it not advertising (why is he like this we just don't know-) ]
I am not the type of person to be noticed for those things.
[ This tag hurts me to type, as he remains oblivious to the workers checking him out.
He thinks it's probably the scars. But it's okay, Yuri, he'll get it someday wrt other people ... maybe. If he isn't such a goddamned walnut, but unfortunately someone else will have to slap him in the face with it or smth.
Anyway, I know I am probably beating up your inbox so pretend that we can end it there with them having a good time, and going their separate ways. ]
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[ His hand feels little except the warmth inside it. He catalogues these things instead of the constant, phantom aches that usually make touch unbearable. ]
...Perhaps it will. I might only continue to see the merit of such places in the end, if so. Even if originally, I held no interest in such places...
[ Blade inadvertently squeezes the hand in his, gently. Selfishly, he hopes to feel this sensation again. Even if it breaks him. Though, he doesn't know when he would ever again, but in this moment, he will cherish it. ]
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[ She hopes he's a little more relaxed, because now the workers will get their feet out of the water containers and start working on them themselves. ]
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...Hm. Such things never crossed my mind before.
If I ever tried anything, it was only incidental. With no desire to retry them again; cementing such habits would be indicative of someone who wished to experience life to the fullest.
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[ Blade. You're at a spa? Come on.
Their pedicure is finished! Your feet will be super smooth. Damn. Feel your soles.
After that, they are whisked along to the massage beds. They're given a t-shirt and knee shorts to change into (not tight. they want it slightly baggy) in preparation of the massage. ]
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[ He is at the spa and still being himself. Though, he is certainly just letting it all happen.
Blade wonders if his feet have ever felt so smooth before in his entire life, holy shit. But, here they are, at the massage beds, and he changes quickly, while still being uneasy again because someone will have to put their hands on him. ]
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[ Blade falling into Yuri's traps...
They have to lie down on the massaged beds, stomach down and the workers will get to thoroughly massaging their backs through every knot and muscle. There's a nice, soothing melody that plays along with a scent diffuser. Smells nice. It's meant to promote relaxation.
Yuri does not make a sound. ]
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[ Yuri SAYING ALL OF THAT AND THEN STEAMROLLING OVER BLADE is sending me. He looks like he is at such a loss of words because he definitely is like NO?? But the fact it is Yuri saying all of that all at once overwhelms him temporarily...powerful. ]
I don't even know where you got any of that from.
[ And now they're on the massage beds. Strangely enough, something ridiculous has him unable to even tense up, so funnily enough, it probably served well to say that. Yuri being quiet is notable, but maybe she is relaxed? ]
...Hmph. The skill being used isn't terrible.
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[ How can he compare it? Huh? Blade??? Who did that for you??? :catgun:
Anyway, Yuri is enjoying herself. ]
I think it's a logical chain of thought.
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No, I'm kidding. ]
...I suppose.
[ There is a Spa on the ship. Yet he never used one so extensively like how they are now. ]
Hmph. How is it logical?
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[ Yuri tries to imagine Blade getting massaged... pfft. ]
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...Before, it hardly mattered. But then, my associates began to harp on about the importance of it, including with it relating to certain missions.
Now, perhaps, it is habit.
[ So she is right he does care about his physical appearance upkeep. Begrudgingly admitted... ]
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There's nothing wrong with admitting that.
[ you literally have eyeliner, blade. ]
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...Hm. I suppose.
Even if it isn't exactly something I advertise.
[ He has eyeliner, yes. Blade still considers it not advertising (why is he like this we just don't know-) ]
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You don't have to advertise it, Blade. I'm sure that the people who care enough to notice, will.
[ The workers marvel at Blade's muscles... ]
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[ This tag hurts me to type, as he remains oblivious to the workers checking him out.
He thinks it's probably the scars. But it's okay, Yuri, he'll get it someday wrt other people ... maybe. If he isn't such a goddamned walnut, but unfortunately someone else will have to slap him in the face with it or smth.
Anyway, I know I am probably beating up your inbox so pretend that we can end it there with them having a good time, and going their separate ways. ]