[SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

[killtime]

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Who ⬤ Andromache of Enma & likely questionable company!
What ⬤ Bastard woman desperately seeks naps and other thrilling tales
When ⬤ Catch-all for late June, after the events at Kaigo no Bou, and throughout July
Where ⬤ Andy's apartment (derogatory), various other locations in Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!


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[killtime]

[ Aerith is a problem Andy's willing to have. She's a sight even from a distance, standing underneath the lights in a pretty pink dress that falls just so it teases at a hint of her thighs. As Andy makes her way up the street towards her, she can make out that mischievous smile. She's always liked a girl with a smile like that. ]

Hell's a small world. [ She answers back wryly, coming up to meet Aerith. There's a stark contrast between them as they stand there together — Andy with her long hair in untamed waves down her back, her dark jeans and combat boots, the masculine fit of her black jacket. ] Don't tell me you're out here by yourself.

[ A little tilt of her head, and a faint upward quirk at the corner of her mouth. There's this knowing look in her eye when she goes on mildly: ]

Were you waiting for someone?

[everblooms]

[ She drags a cheeky smirk out of Aerith with her remark. "Don't tell me you're out here by yourself," Andy says. Aerith plucks a bit of fondness out of it, even if it's not there, just to please herself with. Without thinking about, a response follows. ] Okay.

[ She's out here, alone, all by her lonesome, looking like she's ready for a tumble through the city. It'd be strange if suits weren't the normal for Enma's workers. Women from Tamamo probably roll through here all the time, kept as secret lovers or friends. ]

Here. [ Aerith plucks one flower out for Andy, and nearly holds it out for her. She thinks better of it at the last moment, and tucks it into one of the belt loops of Andy's pants. It'd be a daring move if she weren't already wholly too forward as is. ] It's thanks, for saving my bacon that night. I finally had something to reward you with.

[ She was waiting for you. But they both already know that, don't they? ]

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[ She obliges Aerith by holding still for her as she tucks that pretty bloom into Andy's belt loop. Through the fabric, she can feel the light brush of Aerith's fingertips at her hip for that fleeting moment — an anchor for her attention until Aerith withdraws, leaving her with that little memento.

This one's bold, isn't she? And not intimidated by Andy at all. Not like some of the others. She teases with familiarity, as if they were meeting for the hundredth time instead of the second, and Andy finds herself more charmed by that than she really should be. ]

Oh? So that's what this is? A reward? [ Wryly, in a way that's half-invitation and half-challenge: ] And here I thought maybe it was because you like me.

[everblooms]

[ For all the people she's met in her lifetime, there are few as magnetic as Andy. There's many that have dragged just as dramatic of a reaction out of her, but nothing quite as immediately positive and fun. Her quip gets a giggle to bubble out of Aerith, and though she clasps her hands together behind her back, Aerith still fidgets, staying to and fro like a leaf in the wind. ]

Maybe... [ She starts, but never continues; her tone carries into her next statement without any drop or lilt. Perfectly teasing and sweet, despite it. ] But I want to take you for a ride before I decide.

[ Is that intentional? You choose. ]

So, can I borrow you? I'll make it worth your while.

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[ It's hard to say how much of it is intentional on Andy's part. She's a mercurial creature, prone to whims and reckless impulses. Aerith has seen it before — how readily and almost thoughtlessly she threw herself into battle that day during the blood rain. She's going to see it again now, too. No fight here, but Andy still doesn't trouble herself with the consequences when she steps in closer, eliminating the distance between them.

Then it's as easy as tilt of her head to bring their faces within mere inches of each other. Her dark eyes are curious and amused, watching Aerith from under half-lowered lashes when she answers mildly: ]

Borrow? [ Wryly: ] Give me a chance. Maybe I'll convince you to keep me for a while.

[everblooms]

[ Andy plays into her hands eagerly, she thinks, like settling in for the long haul. The playful smile that's bloomed along Aerith's lips widens just a touch, and she thinks to herself that Andy is a little too easy and eager. Maybe that's her charm, though; it keeps Aerith on her toes. Something's got to bite, right? Though temptation is certainly there, she still twists to move away and on down the street. ]

Gonna have to give it your all if that's what you want. Keep trying!

[ She's teasing. Just teasing, honestly. ]

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[ Andy's never really played at hard to get. Hard to know, maybe — but not hard to have. Fearless, reckless — she's willing to play this game and find out whether it's a prize or a punishment at the end of it all. She probably likes it more than she should when Aerith dances away from her, leaving her wanting. Keep trying? Sure. She can do that. ]

I don't mind. [ Wryly, as she follows after Aerith: ] I'm not the type that needs you to go easy on me.

[ Now that — that bit's the truth. ]

Might even have more fun if you don't.

[everblooms]

Aww, you wanna spend time with me that badly? In that case...

[ A plan is formulating in her mind, as Aerith puts it together spur of the moment. Initially, she'd thought about just heckling her, forcing her to spend time together and teasing her for a bit. It'd be easier, for sure, because Andy seems like she's itching for a bone to chew on, but it's no fun to just give it to her. ]

You've got to earn it. [ When she spins around to look at Andy, Aerith has her hands clasped behind her back, is rolling one of the heels on her shoes back and forth, is smiling like the cat who ate the canary... ] So, give me a run down. What are you good at?

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[ When she spins around, Andy waiting there for her, just a step behind and making no secret of her attention. She's never been the shy type. Why should she be, especially at her age? She is what she is. And if Aerith didn't like that at least a little bit, she wouldn't be here, playing along. Teasing. So maybe Andy's not so convinced that her confidence isn't warranted right now. Maybe she's pretty sure she can earn it, if that's what Aerith wants to see. ]

Can't you guess what I'm good at?

[ As Aerith rocks back on her heels, Andy leans in to meet her as she rocks forward again, bringing them back close to each other, her own wry little smile just scant inches away from Aerith's. ]

You've seen me. [ Dryly, like she's aware of the cliche but thinks Aerith might find it amusing anyway: ] You already know I'm good with my hands.

[everblooms]

[ It would be funnier, she thinks, if Andy had taken the bait at face and simply ran with it. Aerith already had an idea of something to needle to her with; herself, of course. When Andy lets her, it's easy as rolling out pie dough to get a response. Even this leaves her a little tickle-pink in the cheeks, flushed like from a fever and unwilling to get rid of it. ]

I've seen part of you. [ Her quip is simple and factual, perhaps a little sweetly acerbic with how she doesn't back off. She smells the danger on Andy in little things: cigarette smoke, maybe or alcohol. Aerith laughs. ] This is part of you, too. You trying to please me! Keep it up, and... maybe I'll please you.

[ The bridges and tunnels and streets of Hell are innumerable, with many used daily or hourly while others sit undisturbed for weeks or even months at a time. Forgotten pathways to bustling parts of the city, where no one bothers to wander unless they've got an interest in getting lost or becoming forgotten themselves. Aerith is familiar with them in her interest in keeping shortcuts in mind for the city— when you run around all of Hell to deliver things for businesses and individuals, you end up familiar with everyone there, at least, and if Andy notices that Aerith walks the streets of Enma with all the confidence of an alley cat, she wouldn't be wrong.

The confidence must mean she knows where she's going, and it's only when they find a dilapidated looking building that maybe Andy is starting to get the smell of what Aerith is cooking up. She gestures excitedly to the stairs descending down, toward a door with a sliding peephole. It's outside of Enma, just barely, in between where one would take a turn to walk towards Tamamo or Shuten and Enma proper. It's a real shitshow of a building, with a rotten roof that still hasn't healed from the bloody downpour and chunks of the wooden exterior peeled off like someone's stolen them. Exposed foundation doesn't give the impression it passes any inspection, but it doesn't look like the sort of place that bothers, anyway. ]

Ta-da!

[ She's not ratting them out. She's giving Andy a place to impress her, or get her what she wants— either way, she clearly has her finger in the pie of something interesting or fun. Unsurprising to anyone who knows the woman, really. ]

A place to gets handsy with. No fighting! Unless it's part of the game.

[ A hint, it seems, but Aerith waits for the okay. If she's game, she's game. The date is on. If not, she'll find some fun elsewhere even if the disappointment will eat at her. ]

[killtime]

[ Maybe that's just the problem with Andy — she's not a subtle creature. No, she's more like the sword she wielded that day they met. An instrument with clear intent. Sharp. A little bloodthirsty. With a honed edge that's only good for a few things. The last few thousand years has stripped away her tact, and even if she's capable of it, this is a woman that prefers just to cut straight through.

But she can play along. She wants to. Doesn't even question where Aerith is leading her off to — just takes it all in stride, weaving in and out of the streets just a step behind. Aerith walks Enma Territory with a certain fearless that makes it hard not to feel pulled along after her. ]

I like a good game.

[ The rotting building she's been led to is a reminder of the blood rain — a half-collapsed shell. Someone with sense might take one look at the place and turn right the hell around. But Andy sees the potential. Her mouth twists into a wry smile as she sizes up their new playground. Then she gives Aerith a little sidelong look, her tone amicably mocking when she goes on: ]

You have any other rules you want to tell me? Or are you going to take the head start and leave me to figure the rest out?

[everblooms]

[ Step one is don't invite the beast into your home, Andy. She holds her palm out and gets bit immediately, as Aerith ponders extra rules. Wandering down the steps, it clicks for her suddenly. Andy likes to be handsy, so... ]

Nothing too serious. [ She raises her index finger, before glancing back, beaming innocently. ] Just one more thing.

You can't touch me until you win.

[killtime]

[ Maybe it's just Andy that likes getting bitten now and then. Aerith could probably get away with a lot worse when it comes to her. Besides, this is a woman that enjoys a challenge — and maybe it's a toss up, whether or not she plans to follow the rules to a T, but she seems willing enough to play along for now. Hands to herself, just like she's told — but she still keeps close, following Aerith as she makes her way down those steps. ]

I'm starting to feel like this is your idea of foreplay. [ Wryly: ] But, sure. Whatever you say, boss.