Mission 3: Ghosts of the Past

[hellspawnedhero]

*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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[fullofthorns]

[ 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.

[hellspawnedhero]

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.

[fullofthorns]

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. ]

[hellspawnedhero]

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

[fullofthorns]

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.

[hellspawnedhero]

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.*

[fullofthorns]

[ 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. ]

[hellspawnedhero]

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.*

[fullofthorns]

[ 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.

[hellspawnedhero]

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

[fullofthorns]

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. ]

[hellspawnedhero]

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

[fullofthorns]

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.

[hellspawnedhero]

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

[fullofthorns]

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.

[hellspawnedhero]

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

[fullofthorns]

Shower, drink water, sleep, eat. Simple stuff, Dante.

When you get better, you come find me, yeah? we'll settle this little issue right out. Winner take all.

[ She might have been implying it was a win/win situation, but the girl gave no solid indication, suggesting it was in Dante's best interest to win, one way or the other.

walkingover and picking up her coat and katana, she winked and blew a kiss Dante's way before heading out. ]

K-Man. Get your shit together!

Yes ma'am! Good evening, Coronamon. I hope to see you again.

Haa, yo~u little fli~rt! [ Roze taunts Kotemon, who protests, sputtering as they let themselves out. ]