Room 302, Thursday Afternoon

[not_a_moonie]

The nice thing about having a room to yourself was that you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Today Alana had a little bit too much restless energy to sit and read, so she played with her music app until it started blaring something that made her want to pogo madly and bounce off the furniture.

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl ...

She still wasn't a hundred percent sure what a Cambodia was, but whatever. Anything that made her shout along joyfully worked just fine. She hadn't bothered closing her door, but that worked just fine, too.

[OOC: Open post, open door. Dante thread is NSFW.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was bored, and Alana was just down the hall-- and listening to something good, at that.

So it seemed perfectly natural to park himself in her doorway, rap his knuckles on the door, and go, "Hey, if it isn't my favorite planetary expat," he said, "Planning to tourist?"

[not_a_moonie]

"Maybe," Alana said, grinning at him but barely pausing in her dance to gesture him in. "The song doesn't make Cambodia sound that great, but who knows."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned, but he only half-shut the door as he came in. It'd be sad if the rest of the floor had to miss out on the Dead Kennedys, right? "You know what they say," he said merrily, "It's tough, kid, but it's life."

[not_a_moonie]

"S'true," Alana decided, nodding. She was slightly out of breath from the pace of the song. "And I don't want to -- oof -- only see the pretty parts of your planet. That'd be cheating."

[rebelseekspizza]

"People in the non-pretty parts tend to know how to party," Dante said, flopping down on the bed with a happy oomf. "Though hey, by the looks of it, so do you."

[not_a_moonie]

"Never said I came from a pretty part of Landfall," Alana shrugged, flopping down beside him as the song crashed to an ending. "Or that it, y'know, has pretty parts, so. Did you really just claim my bed?"

Well, it wasn't like he hadn't been in it before.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm willing to give up half of it," Dante said, turning his head and flashing her a cheeky smile. "If you tell me about your part of Landfall."

[not_a_moonie]

Alana snorted with barely concealed amusement as she turned toward him. "Do I have to?" she asked, prodding him with the tips of her boots. "It's boring. All houses and shops and soldiers and stuff. Wherever you're from is probably more interesting."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nah," Dante said. "Limbo City's like the island, but bigger, and shittier. Outer space, though, I've never heard about that."

Admittedly his geography was kind of lacking in general. And... most parts of his education, actually.

[not_a_moonie]

"It's just people, Dante," Alana told him. "We have better technology -- seriously, you guys are primitive that way -- and more sentient species, and there are these robot people with TVs for heads running around, but in the end? It's just people."

She leaned in to kiss his neck, thinking about what she was saying. "The stars seem closer there, though. I do miss that."

[rebelseekspizza]

He stretched his arm out and draped it lazily around her shoulders. "I'll bet lots of tiny shit like that is different," Dante mused, careful to tilt his head towards her without blocking her off from his neck. That was kinda nice.

Then he rewound the conversation in his head and blinked. "...Though, really, robot TV people?"

[not_a_moonie]

It was kind of nice, wasn't it? Which was why Alana nipped a second kiss before she answered.

"Robot TV people," she nodded. "They're ... I dunno, we call them Bluebloods? They're all named things like Duke Robot III and Princess Robot XII. Seem pretty weird to us, too, when I think about it."

[rebelseekspizza]

"But... what are the TVs for?"

Dante was seriously weighing the questions vs. getting in on this kissing thing, but decided that was just about weird enough to weigh things in the former case's favor.

[not_a_moonie]

"They show little videos that show what they're thinking about," Alana informed him. (Slightly impatiently -- she wanted to get to the kissing.) "Like, if they're talking about a battle, you'll get blood and guts on the screen. When they're calm they're just blank."

[rebelseekspizza]

"That is so weird," Dante said. "Huh. Think they show porn when they're--?"

But that was about as far as he was carrying that line of thought, because hey, why think about other people's porn when you're right here?

He shook his head. "Weird," he repeated, and then he slid his hand over to cup her cheek, leaning in to give her a contemplative kiss. Which mostly meant 'not completely aggressive', when he was involved.

[not_a_moonie]

"They do," Alana told him. "Don't ask me how I know that, but they do."

She returned the kiss, sweetly but with some heat. "They're weird. And we should close the door."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let out an over-the-top sigh. "I guess I can do that," he teased.

He stole another kiss before he grudgingly pulled away, wandering across the room to shut the door.

And, idly, take off his shirt. He might as well cut other interruptions off at the knees while he could.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana had seen attractive guys without a shirt before. That wasn't why she was staring at Dante like he was made of pizza and she was starving. But, well, he was very attractive, and Saturday night she hadn't really been in a state to properly appreciate it, and ...

She licked her lips and reached her fingertips up to tease them against his stomach as he got back to the bed. "I like your tattoo."

It was like an arrow pointing right at his spectacular ass.

[rebelseekspizza]

And he'd grown it all himself, too.

Dante grinned at her. "Thanks," he said, settling back in - and sliding a hand onto her waist so he could tug her closer. "I've been told it's pretty nice."

[not_a_moonie]

"It is. I feel bad for you that you can't see it without a mirror," Alana said, rolling toward him. "I especially like how it points at your ass."

She was not particularly subtle today, no. But with the way she was kissing along his collarbone, it hardly mattered.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let out an appreciative snicker. Hey, he was a simple guy. Who was taking advantage of the situation to sneak his hands under the back of Alana's shirt, running them upwards.

Being a little careful around the wings area. He wasn't sure he remembered how sensitive that was.

"You're also always welcome to check out my ass," he said generously.

[giveherahand]

Mara poked her head into the open door. "Sounds like you're having fun."

[not_a_moonie]

"Mmmm, thanks, but then I can't kiss you," Alana said, squirming against him and helping him take her shirt off in the process. (Human boys weren't great with blind wing-handling in general, she'd found.) "It's a whole dilemma thing."

Not that she didn't intend to have fun trying to solve the conundrum. Right now, for example, rubbing a free hand over the curve of his bottom was almost as good as seeing it would have been.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante helpfully tossed her shirt aside. "I know it's got to be difficult," he said solemnly, pressing closer under her touch.

"Good to know my drunk memory isn't completely shot," he added, "You look fucking fantastic with your shirt off." Enough reason to nibble on her bottom lip, right? Right.

[not_a_moonie]

"Nope, I'm hot without the beer goggles -- shot goggles? -- too," Alana said lightly, and then didn't say much at all because he was a very good kisser and therefore she she should be kissing, not talking, right?

The biting was nice; she repaid it by sliding her nails along the skin of his back, pressing just hard enough to be sure he'd really feel it.