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Mission 3: Ghosts of the Past

*When the video opens, it shows Dante lying face down in bed, looking uncharacteristically tired. What can be seen of him is completely bare, though anything objectionable is fortunately either off screen or obscured by his position.*

Hey, any of you guys got advice for dealing with an upset sto-

*And that's when the deliberate post cuts off, overshadowed by a strange scene from nowhere in the known digital world.

Elsewhere, various TVs are showing another scene at seemingly random times.*

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Hey, I warned ya.

*His palms are surprisingly smooth for someone who uses a sword all the time. Either his healing factor makes it impossible to callous or he almost never fights without thick gloves.*

But ya know, shit like this is why I'm kinda disappointed you booked it without tellin' me when you're legal.

[ She snorts and shrugs, setting the finished hand and arm down to shuffle around on the bed and work the other one. ]

To be honest it was kind of a creeper question. Immediately conjuring images of old guys in smokey clubs trying to paw schoolgirls or something. Besides, how am I supposed to answer that, really? I hate lying, but without knowing the full context I'd be pretty screwed. I'm legal in my world, in my country. But I know rules are a lot different from one continent to the next. Not answering was better than giving an uneducated guess.

Better'n lettin' a lady go thinking I'm looking for a girlfriend when that ain't a safe option with most people. Can't stand the idea of leadin' someone on and then telling 'em after they've fallen that I'm just looking for a fling.

But I can see why ya might have a hard time figuring out an answer. Here, I'll tell you this: I'm worried 'bout whether or not you're legal by the standard you're used to.

Well, in the spirit of complete honesty and full disclosure, its hard to say. In my hometown, thirteen is good enough. In Tokyo it runs the gamut.

[ She shrugs, scooting down the bed and working his neck and shoulders, careful around the collarbones. ]

General consensus is seventeen though and I'm nearly eighteen, so...Draw the conclusion yourself. I'm willing to respect your decisions and respect the rules of your area. I don't have to like it though, so don't expect it.

*That's where the worst of the tension is and he closes his eyes and lets his head tilt back.*

Can't say I agree with thirteen, but if almost eighteen's good enough, it's good enough. Just so happens that seventeen is also pretty common in my part of the US.

[ She makes a small sound somewhere between a laugh and a snort, eyes closed and brows high as she continues her work. ]

So sad for you, doctor's orders, nothing strenuous for at least two days. Sleep, fluids and plenty of balanced meals.

[ Another chuckle and she pours more oil into her hands, setting to working his torso from chest to just below his navel, upper and lower side and the V of his hips. ]

Damn, and here cold showers just ain't my style.

Guess you'll just have to ride it out. [ She replied airily, sniffing at him as she started kneading his thighs, pulling one way and pressing with her elbow in the opposing direction in long, slow strokes. ]

Wonder if these D-T things have private video options...[ She grinned, bobbing her head with a jolly expression and humming to herself. ]

*That is so not fair. He takes a sharp breath, digging his fingers into the bedsheets.*

Pretty sure I'm gonna go crazy at this rate if I try that. Think I saw somethin' about a private option on these things, though.

[ Going to work on his other thigh after a quick move around the bed, Roze shakes her head with a smile. ]

A big man like you? You've got more self-control than a sweaty-palmed teenage boy, don't you?

[ She drawled, taunting him with her voice and her ministrations. Even being entirely professional in her touches didn't change that with enough tension, anything was sexual. ]

Maybe after I go home I'll just happen to leave the video streaming while I enjoy a hot shower and some private time.

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I'm keepin' my hands to myself, ain't I?

*With a dirty enough mind, anything can become sexual. But that offer? That doesn't take a particularly perverted mind.*

But if you do something like that, I can tell ya now I'm not gonna be taking it easy later.

So you're saying I shouldn't? [ She asked innocently, finishing with his leg and moving to the foot of the bed. Cracking her knuckles and stretching her fingers, so goes in for the last bit, massaging both his feet and popping his toes, because she could. ]

Just saying I'm not gonna be resting right away if you do. ...Not that I'm expectin' to anyway.

Well, I wouldn't to do anything that could have an adverse effect on your health and well-being. That wouldn't be very kind of me, or responsible, would it? You're probably getting on in your years and your poor heart can't really handle the stress.

Oh no, I've got plenty of life left in me. But if you don't believe me, I'll just have to show ya sometime.

*He leans forward with a grin, eyes drifting down to her chest for a second.*

[ Tempted to dig her thumbs into the more sensitive parts of Dante's foot, she restrained herself and sniffed, shrugging dismissively. ]

Alas, you get nothing, because you're an utter waste right now. Malnourished and over-strained, you couldn't beat me if I had a handicap, and you don't get to play doctor until you can compete.

[ She nods, sitting back some and taking the towel away without a word, eyes on Dante's face with a smug expression as she wiped the oil from her hands and played at being entirely disinterested. ]

I ain't gonna be laid up forever.

*He raises his arms up and stretches, pretending he doesn't realize how much it emphasizes his athletic build or the way it makes his hips shift.*

[ She sighs and smiles, appreciating the view but more importantly, the swagger. There were few things she liked more than a man with real confidence in himself. Plenty of men played at it, but few could really stand the tests of time. Dante probably enjoyed himself as much as she did. ]

Welp, my job is done. You're fed and sorted. There's still strawberries in the bag so you can eat and drink plenty of water. Flush out some of those toxins. Tomorrow, when you get up, take your ass down and get yourself a proper meal.

Yeah yeah...bet Trish's gonna throw a party when she hears 'bout this.

Well, I don't know this Trish, but I applaud her wisdom in laughing at your suffering.

Anyways, unless there's something else, I'm gonna head back to my place and get that shower in. You should too. Olive oil is good for the skin and all but its hell on your clothes.

Keep an eye out. I might change my mind about that video feed. Never know. [ She smirks, winking and clucking her tongue as she fires a finger-gun his way. ]

Anything to do with olives is gross anyway. You ain't gotta tell me to wash it off.

Oh really? [ She replies tartly, narrowing her eyes and propping a fist on one hip as she flicks the towel and tosses it at his face. ]

I'll remember that next time, O Ungrateful One. See you massage your own ass.

Let me rephrase. Olives and stuff made from 'em are gross. Massages like that are amazin' and well worth it.

Uh-huh, nice save. Tch. Anyways, carry yourself into the bath and get sorted. NO running around like an ass unless its to go down and get more food. You rest and eat and stay hydrated.

Understand?

Look at me and tell me you understand.

Alright, alright, I got it. I'm stayin' put.

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