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[attr="class","giada i"]she freezes in the midst of a slinking sort of movement.

the voice, the face, the memories...

she had once thought everything was lost in kanto. perhaps it never was.

"well," she murmurs, head tilting to the left. without her pigtails, blonde hair plasters easily to flushed skin, slightly damp with humidity. "look what the cat dragged in." realistically, the cat dragged herself in since he was here first but fuck it, she doesn't know what to say. relaxation makes her brain sluggish and the shock of seeing him has yet to settle.

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Sénon Game
heat points | 911/1000

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[attr="class","giada i"]she grips the towel around her a little tighter, as if it'll act as a shield in this moment. it doesn't but she'll pretend just for shits and giggles.

"if you're gonna keep repeating my name," she pauses, opting to drift closer to him. "you might wanna moan it next."

ah, yes, classic giada.

anyway, she offers nothing more than a wink before settling onto a bench.

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Sénon Game
heat points | 824/1000

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[attr="class","giada i"]a hum escapes. she chews on the thought, ripping it apart until she's satisfied.

"do i?" the smile she flashes is all teeth. one might even call it hungry. "might need to jog my memory."

as if time hasn't passed and they're back in celadon. before life and circumstance got in the way. before he left. before she sought out the next. simpler times, perhaps.

sometimes she feels like that girl again. and most times, she is.

she does still leave bloody scratches, after all. nothing has changed in that sense.

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Sénon Game
heat points | 777/1000

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[attr="class","giada i"]amused laughter rolls off the tongue in waves.

her, without someone in her bed? couldn't be.

"not at all," she retorts. her smile curls into further dangerous territory, right at home and thriving. and when she leans toward him, the front of her robe shifts enough to reveal cleavage. "just as i wouldn't believe yours is."

while she'd like to say she left a hole in his life... she knows better.

he's a man of finesse. it's difficult to think he hasn't charmed a couple of ladies since her. her ego would prefer he didn't but that's neither here nor there.

"what, did you want to fill the next spot?"

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Sénon Game
heat points | 714/1000

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[attr="class","giada i"]man, they really did have quite the run.

and it seems this cat still remembers old tricks.

she uncrosses her legs slowly, only to re-cross them in the opposite direction. the bottom of her robe lowers and rises with the movement. it's all pointed, all a game with one victory in mind: she wants to see him break.

another laugh escapes.

"a girl's time is precious," she raises a hand to toss blonde waves over her shoulder. "but i'm sure i could pencil you in if you'd like."

a pause, as her lips spread wider and the devil's never looked quite as pretty.

"you know, for old time's sake."

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heat points | 709/1000

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[attr="class","giada i"]territorial, even after all this time?

she hums at the thought. perhaps to be expected? she does, after all, have him to thank for her way of living. he was the enabler, molding her into what she is today.

good work, mr. game, truly.

"is it?" she stares him down, head tilting slightly.

"would your schedule be cleared, though?" refusing to share is a trait they both possess, unfortunately. it makes for, admittedly, messy affairs.

and that, my friends, is why giada doesn't do feelings. her schedule is too full for attachment. at least, that's what she tells herself.

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Sénon Game
heat points | 693/1000

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[attr="class","giada i"]the question brings back memories, both recent and old. it doesn't feel like quite that long ago when they were running amok in the streets of celadon.

and yet, the distance between them tells of time eroding their bond until it's nothing but ruins. it's a familiar thing for her. broken bonds, people loved and lost. he's an unfortunate reminder of the lesson she's never learned: you gotta leave before you get left.

"i do," she murmurs. "i'd never retire a crowd pleaser." that goes for both the catsuit and herself.

slowly, her smile widens. it's too sugary for the implications she weaves between syllables. "what, are you interested in seeing it again?"

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heat points | 669/1000