Amaya couldn't even tell what she was doing. She didn't even see what Phil, Meg or Hercules were doing. The three were probably shocked. They might have even thought it was amusing. The two were making quite a display of themselves thanks to the alcohol running through their systems. When Arin laughed at what she said, Amaya giggled along with him not even sure what she was giggling about in the first place.
When Arin wrapped an arm about Amaya's shoulder, she didn't even protest. Heck she didn't even seem to realize what was going on anyway. "Crazy, mayve bu' fun!" she replied. As for what Amaya said, it was exactly what Arin's drunken mind thought she had said. However, Amaya's drunken mind didn't even process what she was doing or saying anyway so there were no filters to her thought process.
As Arin retorted, Amaya let out another giggle. "I wouldn' min'!" she said with a wink, winking a foot away from where Arin actually was.
Arin laughed when Amaya called herself fun, amused by this to no end for some reason "Fun huh? Yeah, fun would be better when we don' haft fight~ more…funner~" he giggled softly, his mind foggy with booze to think too rationally.
Then, Amaya responded to his witty retort with a suggestive comment and a wink, and this made Arin's face turn red, and his heartbeat speeding up "Well, der's jus' me, Maya~ ain't I enuf ta keep ya company?" His head rested on her shoulder, looking at her drunken face from even closer now, she could smell some of the wine in her breath.
Amaya gave a too vigorous nod and it made her world spin even more. Feeling sick from the spinning, Amaya stopped nodding her head. "Whoa!" she stated. "Yeah, no fightin' ith bedder."
When Arin turned red, she pointed and giggled at him. "You're turnin' bread again!" When Arin spoke, neither of the two really knowing what they were saying, Amaya chuckled at what he said. "Yesth! Justh if you were more, it woul' be funner!" As he placed his head upon her shoulder, she smiled over at him. Her face was redder in coloring. Whether it was because of the wine or because of Arin resting his head on her shoulder was certainly a thing to wonder.
"Your breaf smellth like grapeth."
Then, she winked at him. "Wan' ta go someplathe privy?" Nope, she was definitely not in her right mind. Hopefully, they didn't end up doing something they both regretted.
Arin giggled as Amaya said he was turning bread again, snickering softly at Amaya "Heehee~ you thaid bread again~" His face was flushed from the wine, grinning from ear to ear as Amaya pointed out he would be 'funner' if there were more of him "Well, maybe I'm gonna have to learn me a clone spell~"
She pointed out that his breath smelled like grapes and he was already reaching for a bunch of them. The moment she asked if he wanted o go someplace private, his blood began to boil, staggering and grabbing another branch of grapes for the way "Herc'les, Phil, Meggy~ The dinner was great, but could point us to the sleeping chambers. I think my friend here has had enough fun for one day, and I think she needs to relax in a bed~~"
Amaya giggled when Arin said that he would have to learn to do a clone spell of some kind. For some reason, anything said sounded rather funny. Besides, more Arins would be fun even if there would only ever be one Arin. Of course, it was construed as something suggestive and her drunken mind had definitely said it like that. However, the other part of her drunken mind really did think that more Arins around was a fun idea. He was her friend so why wouldn't she think it fun with more of him around?
When she pointed out that his breath smelled like grapes, Arin had been grabbing for grapes. When she had asked her question, Arin had spoken to Phil, Meg and Hercules in his drunken stupor. Arin completely missed what Amaya was saying which was probably a good thing. Phil had put a palm to his forehead. "Oi!" he stated. Meg looked to Hercules, not sure if this would be a good idea. Then again, they perceived them as a couple of sorts and the two did need to sleep their alcoholic beverages off. Boy, were they going to have one heck of a hang over.
"Alright, I'll lead you to the sleeping quarters." Hercules got to his feet and lead them down a hallway. Amaya, as they went, was staggering and stumbling this way and that, giggling the entire way. If Amaya knew what she was doing, she would have wanted to crawl under a rock and die due to embarrassment right now.
Arin was stumbling along with Amaya, helping her stay on her feet all the way to the sleeping quarters. Once they were brought to their room, Arin thanked Hercules, in a somewhat slurred, but still sensible voice, and helped Amaya into the room.
The room was quite spacious, easily large enough to accommodate one more if the need arose. But for Arin and Amaya, this was more than enough space for them to get comfortable "C'mon Maya, letsh get ya into bed~" He stumbled with Amaya into the bed, both flopping onto the mattress, and likely both giggling ridiculously from the fall.
"I tink dat wine shtuff's what my folks used *hic* to drink when we had fam'ly over, cush yer bein' just as goofy as they were~"
Somehow, Amaya made it to the room with the help from Arin. As they got inside, Amaya gave Hercules a wave and a goofy grin as she passed. It was a lucky thing the room was spacious. If it hadn't been, Amaya would have at least bumped into or tripped over everything along the way over to the bed. It didn't even occur to her that there was just only one bed in the entire room.
As they got a bit into the room, Amaya could hear Arin urging them to get her into bed. "Oookayyyy~!" she replied. As they made their way over, Amaya tripped over her own feet and stumbled. Her stumbling had caused Arin to follow suit and the two of them plopped onto the mattress. Amaya let out a giggle in response. Arin was giggling too.
When Arin spoke, Amaya heard him say how she was acting goofy like his parents when family was over. She poked his nose, giggling. "An' tho are you~!" she said in a sing song, slurred voice. They were rather close. Due to the alcohol in her system, what filters Amaya normally would have at that moment were gone. Any impulse could drive her to do anything. So, at that moment, being so close to Arin had caused Amaya to gently place a clumsy hand on the side of his face. Somehow, to her in her drunken state, he looked harder to resist. Without even realizing what she was doing, and would likely not even remember what she did, Amaya neared her lips to his and kissed him. It wasn't a typical kiss. It was sloppy compared to how a normal one would have been but she had done it.
After a short moment, Amaya giggled when she had pulled away. No, she certainly wouldn't remember doing that at all the next day. "Ith gettin' hot in 'ere! Why don' we take our clothez off?" Amaya said, not even waiting for Arin's response as she removed her shirt. Thankfully, she had a bra on underneath but hopefully she didn't get very far before dropping asleep in her drunken state.
Arin giggled when Amaya poked his nose, saying he was acting just as goofy as she was "Not ash much ash you t'ough~" He looked into her eyes as she placed her hand on his cheek. But even in his inebriated state, he didn't expect the kiss that followed, and he was extremely red in the face now. A slight impulse overtook him, and he took hold of her head from behind and pulled her into a slightly less sloppy, and passionate kiss, one that likely only one of them was bound to remember after this night was over.
After the short while had passed, she pulled away, giggling. He was also giggling softly, but because of the kiss that he shared with Amaya. It was unexpected, but definitely not unpleasant. His hand was rubbing her side while looking into Amaya's eyes, but he stopped when she started taking her clothes off, saying it felt hot in there. Arin's blushing got so deep, that the excess blood of seeing Amaya practically topless had some leaking from his nose. He sat up suddenly, regretting this choice when he began to get disoriented. It took a minute to reorient himself, but he looked at her again, trying desperately to maintain eye contact, given the other, more arousing sight that his teenage hormones were telling him to look at instead.
"A…Amaya?" He trailed off, not sure how else to address this. He was still sober enough to realize that Amaya, under different circumstances, would never allow him to see her like this. So why of all times, especially after what happened in the underworld, was she doing this now?
Amaya wouldn't likely remember anything come the next day. Everything would likely be all just a blur for her. Unfortunately for Arin, she was doing these strange things because of the alcohol in her system. Normally, Amaya would have been far too embarrassed to do any of these things. It was unfortunate that she couldn't remember the kissing but it might be for the best. Amaya might have been too embarrassed come the next day if she remembered anything she did tonight.
The answer to Arin's question as to why Amaya was doing all of this was because she had drunk too much wine. That is, too much wine for someone who had never drunk before their entire lives. That was why she was so far gone. She had never been desensitized to it. She never got a chance to build an immunity or endurance toward it. The alcohol in her system had also made her feel warmer. So, the only way for her to resolve that was to remove her clothing. She started with her shirt. Then, she went for her pants and undid those too. Removing them so she was just in her under garments. Poor Arin, having to see this.
When Arin had spoken her name in a questioning manner, Amaya blinked over at him before grinning from ear to ear. "Imma bith cooler 'ow!" She thought for a moment. She gave a shiver and suddenly cuddled next to Arin. "M-Maybe a bi' too cool."
Arin was blushing even more now while watching Amaya undress, having to shift his legs as his pants suddenly felt tight. Part of his brain was telling him to ditch the clothes, but he still had enough sense to understand that doing so would open up a whole can of worms that would likely make things worse in the long term for both of them, both with trust, and possibly other risks as well.
Then, Amaya shivered and cuddled next to Arin, and his mind was reeling. *OhcrapwhatamIgonnadoshe'snotactinglikeherselfandwemaydosomethingthatwe'llregretifIletthingsgoanyfurther!!!* Taking a deep breath, he slowly wrapped his arm around Amaya's waist, turning his body to face her, and smiling softly "…I…If you want…I could help you…keep warm enough…We need to go to sleep, so we can keep going."
He had hoped he had gotten through to Amaya, but in her drunken state, he wasn't so sure she would want to listen to him.
Amaya didn't realize just how much torture she was putting Arin through when she had undressed. As far as she was concerned, she was trying to get out of those hot clothes. When she removed them, save for her under garments, she didn't put into the equation just how cold it was going to be for her. So, naturally, she went for the nearest heat source. Unfortunately for Arin, that heat source was him. She didn't know how he felt when she had suddenly cuddled up next to him.
As Arin wrapped his arm about her waist, Amaya let out a giggle. "That ticklez!" She heard Arin speaking to her. If she wanted, he could help her keep warm but in order to do that, they had to go to sleep first. Amaya gave him a confused look. "...Are you thayin' you want me?" Amaya said, confused.
"In that cathe~!" Amaya said as she started to mess with Arin's shirt. Poor, poor Arin.
Arin wasn't expecting Amaya to misinterpret his words. But unfortunately for him, she did, and now she was trying to pull off his clothes. He was too shocked to react fast enough to having his shirt and jacket removed, showing off his toned figure just as he did back In Atlantica, but he did manage to catch her before she went after his pants. Trying to sober up enough to speak clearly, he gathered up the nerve to try and diffuse the situation
"Amaya, pleashe shtop, and lishten t'me before you do shomething you'll regret later." He took firm hold of her hands and held them in his, looking into her eyes "I won' deny that I 'ave feelingsh for you, but right now you aren't yourshelf." He waited until she understood before continuing "I do want you, but I want you to be t'inking clearly enough to acshept my feelingsh, without some drink making you act againsht yer better judgement."
He waited again to see how she would react, before continuing "I…Love you, Amaya…I don' wanna take advantage of you while you're influenshed by wine. If you undershtand that, then letsh jusht go to shleep, and try to get over whateversh makin' ush act weird, pleashe?" He kept looking into her eyes, looking serene, yet still lidded with alcohol in his system, a look in combination that almost seemed seductive and alluring if one wasn't in the right mind. And in Amaya's case, she wasn't, the poor girl.
Amaya looked up at Arin when he had stopped her from trying to undo his pants. Having taken hold of her hands, Amaya was forced to look up at Arin confusedly as he spoke to her. Everything he was saying, although he was drunk, was rather sweet. If only she would be able to remember all of this the next day.
Unfortunately, after Arin had said all of those things, the look on his face seemed very attractive. This time though, since he was holding her hands, there wasn't anything that Amaya could do about it. She let out a small giggle. "You look yummy!" she stated. This time though, she seemed to cease trying to go after Arin. The alcohol seemed to be finally winning over her body, making her tired. She let out a loud yawn before, once again, cuddling up to Arin's side.
"Ooookay...letsh shleep." As she said that, Amaya had finally closed her eyes.
He was nervous when she started saying stuff about him looking 'yummy' worried that she wasn't listening to what he was saying. Thankfully, she finally agreed that it was time to get some sleep, which helped him relax. "T'ank you fer undershtanding, Maya. I'll be right beshide you if you need to get warm."
Happy to have dodged that bullet, Arin helped Amaya lay down beside him, draping the quilt over them and laying on his back so she could cuddle up to him and keep warm. He gave Amaya a soft kiss on the forehead as she drifted off to sleep, wrapping one arm around her softly while she slept, almost protectively. Eventually, he fell asleep, and likely wouldn't wake up until after Amaya did, as battle worn as he was against Dante.
It had been a lucky thing that the alcohol had taken its toll. If things continued as they were, it might've turned out much worse. Thankfully, it didn't and soon enough, Amaya had settled herself next to Arin. Cuddling up to him, she fell asleep. She didn't remember a thing as she drifted into sleep, how Arin had kissed her forehead before they drifted off into sleep.
By the time morning came, Amaya was the first to wake up. She noticed there was something warm next to her. It was the faint sound of something that had woken her up. Blinking, Amaya opened her eyes to blearily look around at her surroundings from where she lay. Just where was she? Last she remembered, Arin and she had feasted along with Meg, Phil and Hercules. After that, well, everything else was all a blur. On top of it all, she had a throbbing headache. Just what had happened?
As her vision began to clear, Amaya was more able to see where she was. The something that was lying next to her, the thing that was abnormally warm to be something warmed from her own body heat, subtly moved. Amaya furrowed her brows as she looked more closely at it. It was...breathing? Amaya blinked for a moment to let her vision clear from the sleep more. Something was wrapped around her waist. Blinking, she soon realized it was an arm! Amaya's eyes widened as she looked from the arm to the figure lying asleep next to her. There was no mistaking him. Amaya felt her face pale when she realized that Arin was bare, next to her...and...so was she?! Amaya's eyes widened even more as her face reddened.
Poor Arin's waking moment would be a high pitched scream as Amaya realized what she, or rather thought, what she had done with Arin. How else was she suppose to take it as she shot up, sitting up to find that she had no shirt on. She didn't dare yet try to see under the quilt right now, fearing the worst. Had they...? "YOU PERVERT!" Amaya shouted, smacking at Arin once. The poor guy.
In all her shouting though, Amaya's painful head ache had increased, causing her to let out a groan before she clutched her head in pain. "Oow, my head!"
Arin woke up to a loud screaming. He summoned his keyblade, and sat up quickly, but as soon as he sat up, he felt a slender palm smacking him hard on the face. He covered his ears as Amaya yelled at him, accusing him of being a pervert. Thankfully, he hadn't drank as much as she had, and the after effect was more of a minor grogginess for him. He groaned in pin as he rubbed his face, sliding out of bed on the opposite side from Amaya
"Jeeze! What was that for? I didn't do anything to you."
He watched Amaya's reactions, making sure to maintain eye contact now that she was apparently her old self, and rubbing his sore cheek in the process "And how am I the pervert? I'm not the one who was suddenly stripping down to her undies, and trying to rip mine off. If anything, I was the one being reasonable last night…" If Amaya was thinking rationally enough, she would notice that Arin in fact did still have his pants on, and was still tightly fastened with a belt.
Amaya saw Arin give a start when she screamed, summoning his keyblade. It was at that moment that she had smacked him. When he recovered, moving to the other side of the bed and climbing out of it, he asked her what that had been for. How could he not know?! Amaya was about to yell at him more if it weren't for the pain that suddenly ran through her head.
Arin spoke, asking how he was the pervert when she was apparently the one that had stripped down to her underwear and had tried to remove his clothes in the process. Amaya blinked at him, not even remembering any of it. According to Arin, he had been the reasonable one last night. Amaya struggled to try and remember it all but she couldn't. Amaya struggled to respond, sliding out of the bed on the side she was on which was opposite of Arin. As she did so, she managed to see that Arin wasn't lying. He still had his pants on and his belt was still tied to his waist.
Angry, Amaya turned away from him, blushing badly. How could this have happened? "H-How could this happen?!" Just to be sure of herself, Amaya had lowered the quilt, since she had dragged it off with her to cover herself with. Yes, her underwear was still on. They didn't do anything, thank the gods! Amaya managed to calm down a little. She still kept the quilt wrapped around her though. Now that she was herself again, she didn't intend on wandering around in her underwear right in front of Arin.
"T-Turn around! Don't look!" Amaya said, struggling to find where her shirt and pants had gone the night before.
Arin saw that Amaya was finally starting to calm down. Good, at least she wasn't throwing a tantrum about what happened. Then, she asked something that had perplexed him, she asked how it happened. Did she not remember anything that happened last night? Before he could ask, she snapped at him to turn around and not look
"I'm turning! I'm turning!" He looked in the opposite direction crossing his arms as he waited for her to dress "My guess would be that wine that was at the feast, it had us both acting pretty silly, and you drank a lot more than I did…You were actually acting like you were having fun…And you were being kinda flirty as well…" *Not to mention as horny as a dog in mating season, but there's no way I'm going to mention that unless she does…*
Amaya waited for Arin to turn around. When he did, she searched the room for her clothes. Sure enough, there was her shirt. Bending down, Amaya picked it up and threw it on over her head. She winced with pain when she did so. It were as if every strand of her hair hurt like crazy. How was that even possible? Then, she found her pants. As she was putting these on, Arin spoke to her. Carefully, she turned to look at his turned back to make sure he wasn't going to peek. When he didn't, she turned away and resumed putting her pants back on.
Now that she was dressed again, zipping up her pants, she heard what was said. Apparently, she had drunk wine which was what had caused all of this. It was a lucky thing that Arin hadn't drunk as much or things might've been much worse. Hearing that she was acting like she was having fun and being flirty made her turn a bit red.
"I-I...see..." She wasn't sure what else happened and she didn't dare ask.
Arin shook his head when Amaya apologized for what happened, not like she would've seen "You don't have to apologize. Aside from having to avoid taking advantage of you while you weren't thinking like yourself, I had a good time last night, flirting and joking around with you…" He risked looking back to see if she was dressed again.
When he saw she was fully clothed, he turned so face her, pocketing his hands nervously "Sooo…You don't remember anything that happened last night? Nothing either of us said or did?"
Mega: It's a spoopy phantom!
Mar 2, 2019 12:43:02 GMT -5
Conrí: Okay. *cracks knuckles* I looked over things! I'm likely off to get tea and food, and then, I'll try to...y'know, be a decent student, lol.
Mar 7, 2019 17:12:26 GMT -5
Conrí: But, I'm so happy about all the new activity! Great job on such thoughtful characters, everyone! They will be fun to RP with.
Mar 7, 2019 17:13:25 GMT -5
Mega: *dances in celebration*
Mar 7, 2019 20:27:47 GMT -5
straxeragous: so, a while back Hood and i were on another kh rp site on devientart. and we may have sent this places link to our friends that we still keep in touch with so they can join.
Mar 8, 2019 0:52:56 GMT -5
Conrí: Awesome! Thanks, Hood and Strax!
Mar 8, 2019 10:32:04 GMT -5
Alma Taschner: Been a long while since I did stuff here. Currently considering the idea of coming back and making a new character.
Mar 19, 2019 0:32:43 GMT -5
Alma Taschner: I know I won't be using this old version of Alma if I do.
Mar 19, 2019 0:34:13 GMT -5