[ she knows what he’s trying to do, but she keeps trying to scoot back and avoid being unearthed, because, man, it’s feeling particularly drafty in here. ]
[ there’s only so far back she can go though, especially since the tentacles are still firmly attached to intensity. she groans, sitting up in all her glory, hands coming to her face as she rubs it. ]
I feel like I’ve been hit my a truck. [ ... ] Did I manage to run myself over? I... wouldn’t be surpr- [ catches intensity out of the corner of her eyes and then looks between the two of them, slightly flustered and very much confused. ]
[ decides to play it off, as one does, ] I’d say this was my dream, but I’m the only one naked. [ haaaaa... ]
[ so she might not have been hit by a truck, but she's definitely hit by a king. oof. she circles her arms around him, returning the embrace with a small, lopsided smile. ] ... [ did she miss something? like, did she drown? wait, can't she... not drown... wtf. ]
I never said it's not. But getting fucked by the both of you would require a lot less clothing on your parts and I'm sore in all the wrong places, so 0/10, this dream, whoever's it is, blows.
[ it's at this time she takes a look around the room. ]
I'm just getting more disappointed by the minute. How come we aren't in your bed, and what's going on with this pillow [ makes some sort of gesture. ] explo- [ interrupted by a trenchcoat to the face. ]
And I'm offended that you're already sick of looking at my tits. But if I knew where my clothes were I'd put them on and take you up on that challenge. I bet I could get you both off without even using my hands. [ tentacles absolutely don't count, which is probably why the perk up, immediately interested. ]
[ she nestles into it and scoots closer to king, leaning into him, so she can go on the 'attack' alongside him. ]
I'd be willing to follow through. [ the tentacles coil around king possessively, as if to taunt intensity. ] Intensity's the one that can't fuck his way out of a paper bag, let alone do so in front of an audience.
[ since she'd just made fun of intensity she can't jump ship, so it looks like she'll form her own team; team "ur gon get rekt". ]
Easy? Pleasey. [ rolls her eyes and leans over to shove king. ] No doubt in my mind that I'd come out on top. Literally. Figuratively. I'd make pillow Queens out of the both of you.
[ her tentacles whip a pillow at each of them. don't tempt her king!!! ]
And excuse you, Intensity, some of us naked and cold.
[ speaking of...! since he's generally a pain in the ass she's just going to grab king's wrist and drag him over to intensity. it's time to flop on him. ]
Well, he's going to resume latching onto some part of Intensity, then. That's his emotional security rival. The other keeps a grip on D.Va's arm as she flops. ]
[ she's going to keep hold of king and grab some part of intensity too. her emotional support dummies. ]
...nnnnno, nothing after that. [ she tries to think about the beach. she remembers going there and nestling into the sand to sulk, king hitting her up, and then joining her with some booze. she drank herself stupid after chit chatting and then... and then... ]
[ she shakes her head, her grip on the both of them tightening for a split second. how long is this missing block of time. what happened. why is she naked. where the fuck are they right now. ]
[ He glances at Intensity, but -- Intensity can't exactly bail him out of this one, since he wasn't even there. ]
I don't understand what happened. You went into the water to swim, and after you'd been underwater for a while without coming back up, I went out after you...
[ listens. ok, that... kind of sounds familiar. sounds like something she'd do too, unfortunately. looks from king to intensity. ]
[ changed? like... how? ]
...
[ ??? ]
Ok, are you... going to show me?
[ her phone is back at the beach, so there is no chiming here. it's with her clothes and probably being claimed by the crab she'd attempting to stomp into oblivion earlier. all your stuff is belong to crab!!! ]
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