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[Happy Valentine's Day! August sends her a wooden carved troll with a little scroll of paper in its hands. It is holding a poem]

You are the sunrise
Bright and full of promise
Your lips on my cheek
Make my worries fade

You are the midday sun
So warm and calming
I think of ways
To make you laugh again

You are the sunset
Still glowing in the darkness
I try to compose the words
For all I want to say

I'll end with this: Happy Valentine's Day

[ Kori can't quite believe the gift she gets. Although he did say he would be her Valentine's, she didn't exactly know what that would entail, and she wasn't expecting this. The troll was so cute, and evidently carved with attention to detail, but it's the poem that she adores the most.

She sends him back a basket with gifts in it, too, although her choices may seem a little stranger: some soaps, shampoo, fruit wrapped like gifts, flowers and a bottle of ketchup. Randomly. Also a card written with clean, round writing. ]

Dear August,

I loved your gifts. Your poem about me was so beautiful.
I wish I could give you something just as wonderful, but I didn't prepare in time.
Please accept these gifts, and allow me to do anything you wish later. Maybe I can take you out on a date somewhere you like.

Kisses to my sweet Valentine!

Koriand'r

[ Her name is the only thing written in Tamaranean on the page. ]

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[After almost a week hiding inside his townhouse after Kori left, Akira decides it's time to finally emerge from his solitude. He used to like being by himself, not doing much of anything; or he thought he did. He'd never really been alone; he'd been given his space, but he wasn't alone all the time. Not until his friend died, and that's part of what he's been reflecting on after his fight with Mugen. That, and coming to terms with things he hadn't wanted to think about and had tried to compartmentalize and then forget them. It was a catharsis in some way, and it clarified a lot of Akira's confusion over things he... felt, but couldn't explain. Things he does, or defaults to, that had so quickly become instinctual out of fear. But he's in a different place now, with different people who don't seem to think he's cruel and looking down on them because he's reticent and reclusive, because he doesn't offer unnecessary words, because he doesn't smile. He's realised that it's not going to be the same, that if he lets someone in, they're not going to hurt him. It's not an inevitability. It shouldn't be expected. It's taken three months for him to deal with things that happened shortly before his arrival on the island, and it seems both too long and too short of a time frame.

He doesn't hesitate once he gets outside. He's walking slower, but his knee fully supports him, so he chooses not to use the trolley system. The destination is unknown, but it doesn't matter. Festival activities are set up throughout the city, but he finds most of them uninteresting, and so Akira spends his time looking over the booths when he comes across them. The art holds his attention for a few minutes, but is ultimately passed up. He does secure some of the penis-shaped gummy things, which he will give to Nao for pancake toppings. It might make him laugh, and Akira... wants to hear it.

He's distracted from what amounts to unintentional gift-shopping by the scent drawing him to the booths further down; a mix of musky and earthy smells and the metallic hint of blood. Colognes and things of that nature weren't common where he came from, unavailable in run-down areas where he spend most of his life. Had they been, he still wasn't the type to use them. Yet, he stands in front of the robots, listening to their insistent claims that he take this particular bottle as it was meant for him. And he does, because it's free and he finds that he's strangely enticed by it, more-so once it's on his skin.

Venturing from the perfume booth and continuing along, Akira doesn't quite register what the robots are selling from the next few stalls; the scent is too captivating somehow and it's taking almost all of his concentration. But not quite enough for him to walk past Kori without seeing her, and though he'd usually wait until she says something first, he wants to be more... assertive with socialising.]

Hey...

[Kind of.]

[ Kori was just as easily drawn to the booth with all the perfumes and colognes, and she's not even the slightest bit wary about one of them being offered to her so insistently. In fact she's all too eager to take it, the scent of it practically calling to her, intense and alluring. She can't really say why it feels so right, but she feels almost... complete, excited and alive once it's on her skin.

As for the effect of the perfume, she really doesn't notice it immediately, and even when it does, it doesn't seem to bother her much at all. She finds herself drawn to a number of scents around her, calling to her, but as she walks through the streets, one particular scent reaches her nose, and she's turning around even before Akira greets her. ]

Hello. [ Smile easy, she moves closer, hands sliding up his arms, cupping his face as she leans in to kiss him. ] I was just thinking of you.

[ Well, not quite, but details. ]

[Her presence is felt more intensely than usual as their lips meet. It's not just her warmth. Before Akira responds to her comment, he wants to - needs to - kiss her again, lingering a little too long. When he pulls away, he stays close enough to feel the heat of her skin and take in her scent. It's different, but it's... pleasing.]

... Were you?

[ Well, she certainly doesn't mind the harder kiss, even if part of her still is pushing her to take again, to take more, to be more demanding. A small part of her that she manages to ignore for the time being, momentarily distracted by his question. ]

Oh, I was. I didn't even know it was your scent I was feeling, but it's delightful...

[ She tips her head closer, down to bury her nose in his hair, down his neck. Oh, he smells so wonderful, it makes her whole body pulse. ]

[Oh. That's what this is, because it's her scent that's drawing him in too. It's not something he's going to resist; it's only enhancing the things he already feels for Kori. Only... in a different way. He'd usually be content with her taking the lead, would even want her to, yet her nuzzling doesn't produce his typical whines of pleasure. He wants more. He wants her, wants to... mark her and make her his. He runs his fingers along her side, digging in with as much pressure as he can. He moves away from her mouth just enough to fix his own on her throat and nip softly. A warning, maybe. He doesn't know what he's doing, but he knows what he wants... He may be growling.]

[ Even his hardest grip isn't enough to cause her any pain, and the way he nips at her neck is pleasurable, but it's oh so far from leaving any marks behind. It would take considerable strength and skill to manage that, and unless he's not actually a human as he's always presented himself as.

Either way, she's more amused by the attempt than anything, and she giggles, allowing it for a moment, even tipping her head back. Then eventually she reaches for his hair and gets a firm grip on it, tugging his head back, her own teeth sinking harder over his throat. Not hard enough to bruise... yet. But she'll get there eventually. ]

[The growling is cut off when she grabs his hair and pulls him away, replaced by a distressed noise. It's quickly turned to a low groan as she bites him. It's certainly enough to get him aroused, but it's not enough, it's not what he wants right now. The perfume on her skin is redirecting his proclivities, towards aggression and the desire to possess. He twists his fingers in her hair and yanks, harder than he would have any other day, violently.]

[ He does manage to catch her by surprise, but that's the only reason that yank actually produces any effect. She gasps as her head is tilted back, for a few seconds exposing her neck to him, but before long she's grabbing him by the arms and shoving him back, using both her strength and her weight to pin him against the nearest wall. Also definitely harder than she normally would, but thankfully not hard enough to cause any damage. ]

Do you want to fight me?

[ Is that it? Is that what they're really doing now? ]

You can't handle me.

[He can't help but release a soft groan of pleasure at being shoved against the wall that hard. But for some reason, he's not ready to submit yet. He should, but he won't. He doesn't think she'd actually hurt him; not badly, not any more than he wants to be, and maybe that's part of why he continues to give in to the compulsion to... tame her. Because she's letting him try. Only he can't really do much from this position, hooking one leg around hers and trying to unbalance her.]

[ It's not a strong enough move to take her. Even stronger, sturdier humans than him still couldn't take her down, so his attempt doesn't even make her budge, now that she's alert. She does shift against him, pressing closer, grabbing both wrists and pinning them to the wall. ]

You will come with me.

[ They will continue this, just not here. So she attempts to pick him up from the ground, so she can fly them to her apartment. ]

[Fuck. He doesn't know if he's more irritated or turned on, probably the latter despite any effects in play. Because it isn't a question, it's a statement. She's taking what she wants. And he won't protest at this point, because he's not dumb enough to try something while they're flying and potentially fall to his death.]

[ Kori, for once, doesn't seem too worried about how Akira is feeling. His actions have been bold and defiant, and while it amuses her to see him try to fight her, it also fuels her desire to claim him. At least he's smart enough not to fight her while she's flying them to her flat, and once she gets them through the window, she quickly lifts him up and throws him onto the couch, planning to climb on top of him immediately after. ]

[Akira doesn't have time to plan anything here, and his advances are instinctual predatory movements. An attempt to sink his teeth into the flesh between her shoulder and her neck once she's gotten on top of him. His nails will do nothing either, but he rakes them over her back. Even if she wasn't so strong, he couldn't move her, but he tries to shift their positions anyway, bracing one foot against the arm rest as if leverage would help at all.]

[ He doesn't really hurt her at all, but the harsher touches feel good to her. She groans when his nails drag across her skin, when his teeth sink into her flesh as hard as he can manage. One of her hands moves to his hair then, yanking hard to pull his head back, pressing her mouth over his to claim a hard, demanding kiss from him, her own teeth digging into his lips. ]

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