dramatispersonae | Sterling + Onyx 1

Sterling + Onyx 1

Through the doors, you find yourselves in a small circular room that seems to be decorated much in the same way as the ring is decorated today. The curtains are in alternating colors of your teams, and in the center stand are three surprisingly lifelike, but faceless sculptures. They stand with their backs to one another, facing out to the chairs. About each of their necks is a cord that holds a sign written in a fine, looping cursive.

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I'm all yours. Do your worst.

[Stepping forward to pull Yuri into a searing kiss. No apology or warning. After all, it's supposed to be stolen.]

[exhales sharply, actually a bit startled by the intensity]

[Quite intense, and deep and not even a little shy about being bold, and lasts long enough for Noble to say he at least tried to get Yuri breathless.]

[And as abruptly as it started, he steps back.]

[is, in fact, breathing a little elevated]

Well.... Not half bad.

[Eh, close enough to count, right?]

Same to you. It's a shame about the circumstances.

[Picking up the cane.]

I know it's a bit of an abrupt change of pace, but.... Mind turning around?

[doing so, putting his hands behind his head]

Hit me.

[Schooling his face to look very serious and concerned and unhappy with this.]

[THAT'S VERY HARD WHEN HE WANTS TO GIGGLE someone should give him a medal. But he places the cane across Yuri's shoulder's gently, measuring. So he doesn't miss when he does pull his hand back, like he is doing now, and then slams it forward again with enough force to hurt but not full out.]

[One.]

[drawls, unconcerned]

You've got a good arm with that thing.

That's not much of a compliment.

[Two. Three. Four.]

[Measured and regular and the exact same pressure with each strike. The lack of variation might be a little weird, but he is attempting not to layer the hits on top of each other. By the time they hit 20 though, that's going to be difficult.]