sun's up, we wait all day ( semi-closed. )

[flugels]

Who: lancelot (flugels) & event partners
What: new in town
When: duration of intro event
Where: flona cove & the city
Warning(s): tomfoolery in cupid's pool under vane's thread... sad.

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[cajolery]

[ When he squeezes her hand, it just brings her attention back to the fact that they are holding hands, for all intents and purposes... and, ah... no, she must stay focused! He's relying on her to guide him safely through the teleporter, and she can't falter! ]

Very well. Shall we?

[ He doesn't seem to feel any trepidation, so that's good... shoving all other thoughts aside, she closes her eyes and fixes their destination in her mind, her grip on him unconsciously tightening in anticipation—

—and off they go. ]

[flugels]

[ to be sure, he has to focus on the fact that this is for a larger purpose than just physical contact. so he takes it step further; lancelot takes her other hand, too, and stepping closer. there's nothing intimate about this, he tells himself, and simply smiles at her. ]

After you, my Lady.

[ the light nearly blinds him when they teleport. by the time they hit the surface, but he stumbles against her... backing her up against a wall. ]

[cajolery]

[ Clair has made this journey through the teleporter a few times now, and so she knows to brace herself for the landing in particular—what she doesn't really expect is for Lancelot to stumble forward... maybe she should've warned him about that too—

Ah. Fortunately, they ended up in some sort of alleyway between buildings, with walls on either side of them. It's one of these walls that he has her pressed back against, his hands on either side of her head. Even though it was an accident... she can feel her breath catch in her throat at his closeness. It seems even she's weak to being kabedoned. ]

Ah... [ How long has it been since she's been so close to someone? She can't deny, now that he's in front of her, that... she blinks. ] Are you unharmed?

[flugels]

[ their bodies are uncomfortably close to one another, and he would try to shift free, but it wouldn't be without feeling their limbs touch. he does his best to press his back against the opposite wall, his eyes wide when they meet hers, but he quickly looks the other way— it's indecent to be at this proximity to a lady. ]

I'm... all right. What about you, Lady Clair?

[ lancelot moves his hands out of the way, but there doesn't seem to be a better spot for them... ]

Are you able to move?

[cajolery]

[ My, they sure have wedged themselves into quite the pickle, haven't they? Clair pretty much stays as still as she possibly can, since moving at all will... bring them into... contact, and the blush on his face (which she can see well enough, thanks to their proximity) is just making her more and more aware of that fact.

In fact, she can feel her face starting to get hot too. ]

I... Indeed I am! Able to move, that is, and I am quite alright as well. Quite so. [ She gets the distinct feeling that she's just digging this awkward hole deeper, but the words are just coming out of her like that time she hurled in Chuuya's hat. Help. ]

Perhaps... mayhaps we should— [ She tries to flatten her back against the wall and squeeze past him, but it just causes her thigh to brush against his. ]

[flugels]

[ he's thankfully not dressed in full armor for this occasion, but it also means that he feels almost everything. the heat that radiates from her person is especially worrying for him, making his face grow even a deeper shade of red. and by now, lancelot can't tell if what he feels on his features his own temperature, or the warmth from her face.

he keeps his eyes elsewhere as he responds to her, but even that is difficult -- because it's rude. ]

That's... good, to know, my Lady. I'll do my best to stay clear for you, but —

[ his breath catches at this throat when he feels her skin stroke against his thigh. ]

Please, keep- keep going if you are comfortable to do so.

[cajolery]

[ Comfortable? Yes, she's completely comfortable. This is the most comfortable she's ever felt in her life. Right here. Is it just her, or are the walls of the buildings just closing in on them, forcing them even closer together? She can feel the heat of his body like this—and the wildfire thumping of her own heart. ]

Y... Yes, of course.

[ She'd definitely frozen, startled by the little electric jolt of contact when her leg grazed against his—there's no other way around it, though, and so she gathers every ounce of her considerable willpower and keeps moving. ]

D-Do pardon me...

[ At least she tries to be somewhat quick about... what is essentially dragging her body across his. ]

[flugels]

[ a similar kind of pep talk is going on in his mind right now. it's something along the lines of, don't flinch, don't look— wait, don't make that face, either. it's hard to keep a neutral expression, especially when she begins to move at last.

he feels nearly every part of her body as they drag across his, and he does his best not to think about it. even if it's difficult not consider this is only made easily because she's... well... soft? after she manages to slide out of the alley, lancelot finds that he has to stay pinned in spot just to catch his breath— and definitely not think about what just happened.

after a moment, he follows after her. by now, it's impossible to look at her in the eye. ]

My apologies. You helped me travel down here, and you were inconvenienced for it. I owe you.

[cajolery]

[ Goodness gracious. Thank Mila that that's over with. Her heart is beating so fast that she thinks she might expire—but maybe that would be a good thing, after that ordeal. She could swear that she felt every inch of his body... against hers... ]

A-Ah... why, it was no trouble at all!

[ Her face still feels like it's burning up, and so she avoids his gaze in turn—very uncharacteristic of her, but she just can't bring herself to do it. Will she ever be able to look at him again without remembering the way—

Oh, stop! She's being foolish! She's hardly a demure little girl anymore, and she spends most of her days witnessing far more wanton things than just occurred to her now.

Easier said than done. She clears her through and edges towards the street past their little alleyway—perhaps the fresh air will do her heart good. ]

Please, do put such thoughts of [ what just happened ] obligation out of your mind. Come—allow me to show you the city.

[flugels]

[ and neither is he an adolescent, or a boy out on his first date. this isn't even a date, but the way his heart is beating, and his face a similar rosy color to hers, he's beginning to wonder where all of this is coming from. but in his own defense, it's not like he can say he's ever been in such a... tight situation before. he feels ashamed that his mind is still even on that. ]

Ah, you'll do that?

[ that will definitely keep his mind off her... er, off the whole ordeal. ]

I cannot thank you enough, Lady Clair. I shall follow your lead.

[cajolery]

[ They emerge into the street and—yes, this is much better. The sun is shining and the crowd bustles around them—it's like their little alley adventure never happened at all! She can definitely just forget about it and move on with her life.

She turns and flashes him a smile. ]

Of course. I cannot very well leave you to wander about, can I?

[ That would just be rude. Also it would ruin this opportunity for her to be knowledgeable and helpful. ]

I do recall you saying that you wished to locate your comrades, no? Perhaps we may find them hereabouts.

[flugels]

[ clair may be playing it off well, but lancelot still has lingering feelings about their... how would one describe that? "encounter"? before she turns to face him, she may notice that he's got a hand over his chest, gently rubbing the fabric over his skin. it actually bothers him, feeling his own hand there— he doesn't know why he does it other than the fact that he still feels the phantom brush of her breasts against him... and her thighs against his knees.

ah, no... he can't allow himself to succumb to such indecent thoughts. she may catch him waving it off—

luckily, he catches himself before long, trying to recall the last thing tells him— ] Um...

[ oh, how foolish of him. of course! the whole point going planetside is to find his fellow knights. ]

That's correct. [ on... both points. yes. ] This city seems quite large, so I don't expect to find them by mere chance.

[ at the very least, he attempts to compose himself again and turn to the young woman, smiling gently at her. ]

If you could just show me the landmarks, I'll be able to take it from there. I wouldn't want you to feel burdened by my ignorance...

this neckbeardy meta is killing me

[cajolery]

[ She does notice, her gaze flickering down to the hand flattened against his chest. She was trying so hard to ignore it before, but she couldn't help but notice the hard press of his body against hers... at the time. And now... he's handsome, of course, but she also can't help but notice that, more importantly, he has a kind face.

What would've happened if he hadn't moved back? She wonders.

Goodness, these little lulls in the conversation are dangerous. She startles a little to find him talking to her again, and glances away from him to hide the way her cheeks flush. ]

Must I keep reassuring you? Tis no burden at all! [ He's going to accept her goodwill whether he wants to or not!! ]

Come. Why do we not start with the residential district? I presume that is where you will be residing, in any case. [ That way, he can use it as a point of reference. ]