2nd Butterfly - [Video/Action] FUN WITH HOROSCOPES! Murasaki Edition

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Day 1-6: Truth may be perception, but you're just a freaking liar. [Everything Goes!]

[During ALL this event, Murasaki will be, mostly, saying the truth But she'll slip a lie or two in there, oops! Sorry about that. It's up to you to know if she's lying or not though (( mun will tell you when she is, don't worry )) ]

Day 2: Your dinner will make you pray for death. [Action]

[Ah... the fresh smell of bagels. Those do look delicious! And Murasaki didn't eat anything all day, so it's only natural she quickly devours say bagels while sitting inside the bakery.

Everything is going just fine, until she gets to the very last one.

The first bit is, at first, OK.

But then, comes the taste. A taste like moldy peaches. And rotten fish. And expired milk.

Needless to say, she promptly spits out the once tasty pastry and now nothing NOTHING will take that taste out of her mouth. And now she wants to die, just so then she can' taste that anymore.]

Day 3-4: Your next career: Gangster Florist [Video/Action]

[The feed starts and Murasaki is wearing all black and... black shades. And a fedora. Why the hell is she wearing those things anyway?

Also, her next announcement seems... rather suspicious.]

If anyone wants... some things to be taken 'care off', you can call me. I can make problem's 'disappear', if you guys know what I mean.

[She's obviously talking about how flowers make everything better and how everyone loves them. What you think she's talking about? Later on, she can be spotted walking around town, carrying a violin case. Full of flowers.]

Day 5: All your furniture has moved one inch to the left. [Video]

[Murasaki is mostly normal now, aside from the lying. There's something bothering her though.]

... Say... is it just me... or is my furniture moving by itself? [She looks at her bedroom. Her things were moved. She can feel it.]

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[His expression sobering suddenly, Goemon bows his head low, holding his position.] Pet me. [Then, after a moment, he adds (with an air of solemnity characteristic of him and a voice that is deep and quietly compelling):] Please.

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[OK, so we went from 'I don't even know who you are' to 'please pet me'. That's some serious shift of behavior right there. Not to mention that Goemon was never keen on public displays of affection.

Still... it would be nice to get to touch his hair, after such a long time without doing so.

Without further ado, she puts her hand on Goemon's head and pet it, a smile on her lips. She can't she isn't enjoying that change.]

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Mn. [The gesture rouses a murmur from deep within his chest. Her touch is pure indulgence, as if this was the one thing he had desperately craved with every fibre of his being for the last few years: his nerves tingle, his scalp prickles and crawls, a little frisson runs down his spine. For as long as she is patting his head, he is entirely spellbound.]

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[She can definitely feel he's happy. As happy as she ever saw him. And that's quite enough to make her heart flutter a little. Whatever happened for Goemon to have that change of heart, Murasaki didn't want that to change.

Sure it's a little bit strange for her to be petting his head somewhere in the streets like that, but she'll take that over him giving her the cold shoulder any day.

Murasaki feels inclined to say something, but doesn't. For some reason she feels like, if she says something, that whole scenario is going to break, so she remains silent, her fingers brushing against Goemon's hair... Talk about a warming feeling.]

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[While wallowing in bliss, he is not unlike a dog receiving a long anticipated belly rub, perpetually craving more - although thankfully, he doesn't go about rolling around on the ground and batting his hands in the air. There comes a point, however, when having his head stroked is no longer enough seems to fully appease his keen desire to be touched.

This will not do.

He impulsively frees his right arm from his sleeve (half of his hakamashita pooling at his waist), thusly encouraging her to trail her fingers over his bare shoulder. Heck, if she could scratch his back, that would be lovely.]

This is ridiculously LONG

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[If he started acting like a dog, that would certainly cross the line a little. Hopefully, he didn't.

Still, his next action leaves Murasaki just as perplexed.

In all honesty, Murasaki has a hard time processing just what Goemon is trying to 'tell' her with that. For someone like him who is very prude, it comes off as surprise that he's exposing his skin like that and...

Wait... is he expecting her to touch him on the shoulder and arm?

OK, it does look like that. And it sounds weird. Appealing, but still weird.

Maybe it's not a good idea to do that. He's clearly under the influence of that place and maybe going with that might not be the best course of action. She knows he'll get all flustered afterwards and... what if he starts avoiding her?

Still, it's rather tempting. Looking back at her memories from when they were to marry, Goemon now seemed a lot older than then. And that's certainly drawing her to him.

Hesitantly, Murasaki runs her hand through Goemon's hair and her fingers touch his shoulder. Lightly at first, as if she's scared something bad can come out of it, but then she places her hand on top of it, feeling the warmth of his skin. It's a somewhat familiar feeling, but it seems so far into the past that she can't help but feel overjoyed by that.]

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[Head lowered to his chest - a muscle rippling in his clenched jaw - he simply waits, waits with fiercely burning impatience to feel her fingers sliding over shivering, goosebumped skin. Then at last, it comes... and despite its cautiousness and softness, her touch produces an intensely vivid, electric sensation that sweeps across the grain of his nerves. He shuts his eyes, shamelessly absorbed in perfectly PG-rated pleasure.]

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[Even if he doesn't say anything, she can tell he's overjoyed by her simple action.

Since there was no harm into touching him - and she certainly appreciates that - she keeps on caressing his shoulder, and then goes for his arm.

Is it just her or... does he look a lot physically stronger than before? Not that he was ever weak. Far from that. But something in the back of her mind can't shut up about that impression of him being older.]

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[His heartbeat quickens, deepens, as her hand feathers over his shoulder and over faint scars she may or may not remember from whenever she has last caught a glimpse of him in some state of undress. With a sudden, inexplicable urgency, he snatches her wrist – and with no consideration as to whether his boldness would startle her or not, he promptly guides her fingers to his right side. Ribs he had fractured long ago had a habit of aching in cold and damp weather, after all, regardless of whether he threw on layers of clothing or not; and although the pain is dull in the face of stronger sensations, he is most appreciative of this special attention. His grip on her slackens gradually.]