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[flaredo]

"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"

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[masakados]

[Enjoy probably the most tense muscles you've ever gotten to press your thumbs against, Yang-- Naoki makes a small nngh sound, going all quiet.

Well, he's never gotten a shoulder massage before.]

[flaredo]

[ HOLY CRAP-- ]

Since when did you have boulders instead of muscles?? Geez, you're all knotted up! You're worse than Dad!

[ This is serious, and she's going to have to give each muscle some proper attention, poking and pressing and kneading and massaging the tension out. ]

[masakados]

Ooh-- ow-- haha... am I really that bad?

[He's really not used to this, though, and her hands aren't exactly far from the broad tattoos on his back, nor the ones that frame his horn. He tries to forget about it, his hands occasionally pressing on his knees and curling into fists when she presses in her fingers.

...actually, it feels nice once the initial tension's been worked out, and he occasionally exhales a quiet sigh.]

[flaredo]

You're terrible. [ She says this emphatically, focusing on a knot as she moves over to his shoulder blades. She's quiet after that, concentrating on each point of tension, until she chooses to speak up a few minutes later. ]

Feel any better? Ready to sing my praises?

[masakados]

Mmmm.

[...Was that an answer? Affirmation to both? Maybe. Naoki's head has inclined forward, his eyes closed, though the light of his marks keeps flaring especially if she happens to brush one. He can ignore it, though, staunchly focusing on his shoulders feeling looser, less tight.]

Feels nice... I doubt you'd wanna hear me sing anything, though.

[Teasing, but there's not much behind it because he's distracted...]

[flaredo]

What, are you tone-deaf? That's hard to imagine.

[ She's still wondering about his marks, trailing her fingers curiously across one of the broader ones-- before she returns to simply kneading. If nothing else, he feels a lot better now. ]

[masakados]

[When she does, Naoki'll fall completely quiet and his back tenses slightly... before he forces himself to relax, don't want to ruin all her hard work. His face feels hot, though.]

True, though. There's, ah, a reason why karaoke was never a thing me and my friends used to do.

[flaredo]

Kind of a shame... [ But then Yang sighs, and Naoki will feel an additional weight as she drapes her arms over his shoulders and flops a little. ]

But there you go, all set!

[masakados]

Mmph-- [Naoki blinks, dipping down a bit (he wasn't expecting flopping), before he turns his head to look at her with a smile.]

Thanks, O shoulder massage master.

[flaredo]

Relax a little more next time, Demon Lord. [ And she jokingly wriggles her fingers. ] I feel like my hands are about to fall off!

[masakados]

[Naoki laughs.] I'll try.

I get a next time, though? I should promise to give you a hand massage in turn. [He nudges back against her playfully.]

[flaredo]

I won't say no, if you're offering! And as long as you're tense, I'll promise I'll knock it out of you somehow.

[masakados]

Knock it out of me, huh... [Yang, your phrasing. But he's laughing again, twisting one of his hands to find a piece of her hair to absently toy with.]

Sure, I'll take you up on that.

[flaredo]

[ wryly, tapping a finger on his collarbone: ] Or I could just let you play with my hair, since you seem to like it so much.

[masakados]

[Pauses.]

...Sorry. I, uh... did it without thinking. [HE'LL JUST LET GO NOW...]

[flaredo]

...

[ There's a snort. A snicker.

And then Yang is flat-out laughing into his shoulder. ]

I don't mind!

[masakados]

[Yeah no it's okay he'll just sit here red-faced and feel her laughing into his shoulder.

He sighs.]

I'm pretty sure it wasn't that funny.

[flaredo]

It was cute-- [ And that's all she can manage before she's laughing too hard to talk. ]

[masakados]

Yeah, yeah... [He's sighing again but smiling and tilting his head sideways until it leans against hers.]

[flaredo]

[ She'll calm down... eventually, even as she stays draped comfortably against him, heads touching. ]

Sorry, sorry... you were almost like Jaune-levels of awkward, there.

[ But then it sounds like she thinks Jaune is cute. ]

[masakados]

I'm not that bad. [Immediately. And please tell him you don't think Jaune is cute. Please.] I met him yesterday, actually. I didn't get a chance to mention it.

[Because rides and spiders and oh Yang Yang he has something else to tell you about.]

And actually, he had something he wanted me to pass along.

[flaredo]

Huh? [ She'll lift her head now, bemused. She's glad Naoki's meeting all of her friends, but-- ] And what was that?

[masakados]

Let's see--

[He flicks up one finger.] "Tell her I'm not her type", [a second] "I sell bootleg copies of new movies", [a third] "I'm bad news", [a fourth] "that Jaune Arc boy is nothing but trouble".

...He asked if you bragged about him or anything, I said you mentioned he was a great guy, but.

[AS YOU CAN HEAR HE CAN'T TAKE A COMPLIMENT APPARENTLY.]

[flaredo]

...

He's... not my type?

[ THERE IS A VERY LONG PAUSE, in which Yang draws her hands back and goes completely silent, before-- ]

... So I was rejected, huh?

[masakados]

Eh.

[That is an unpleasant lurching in his stomach.

And Naoki's just going to whip around really fast to face her you're not serious right now are you Yang.]