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[He doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that there's a bright light in his face and he just wants to sleep. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning he finally opens his eyes and sits up. The room he's in is perfectly white, without any sort of interesting features. There's a desk and a chair, but nothing on either of them. They're as white as the walls and floor, and on closer inspection, the bed he's in is just as white and spotless as the rest of the room. The sheets are a bit on the stiff side even though he's been sleeping under them, and the bed is kind of hard for his liking, so he finally squirms out from under the covers and stands.

The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.

The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]

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Hah! At this rate we'll get out 'cause they don't want to put up with us anymore!

Wouldn't that just be cute as hell.

[You're getting cuddled again, asshole.]

I dunno if I'd call that "cute"...

[He definitely doesn't mind the cuddling and leans into it immediately, nuzzling a bit in return.]

[He laughs a bit at that, the sound soft and weirdly subdued, though he's really obviously pleased with everything.]

...Hey, do you care if I...

[He pauses for a moment, pulling back a bit, before deciding that he doesn't care what the answer is and just kind of going for it anyway; after all, the worst Naki can really do is shove him off. Either way, when he kisses him it's quick, fleeting, and he pulls back easily once he's done it; it...certainly was something, anyway.]

[Naki doesn't get to ask Kimbley to clarify because suddenly he's being kissed, and before he can even react Kimbley's pulled away. It only takes a moment for Naki to go bright red and for his eyes to shift.]

Wh-- What was that for!?

[He's not mad though, just very flustered. He stumbles over his words for a moment before finally managing to choke out something halfway coherent.]

Y-You-- Wh-- Why the fuck did you stop, dumbass!?

[And that seems to settle him a bit because he yanks on Kimbley's shirt to pull him back in for a proper kiss.]

[There are a lot of answers he can give to that first question, and almost all of them are defensive and literally all of them involve some sort of creative swear at the end; fortunately, Naki spares him from having to use any of them when he grabs him and pulls him forward to kiss him again.

Oh.

He's not entirely sure if the kiss could be considered nice but the important thing is that it's fun, and it feels good in ways that he's not sure are familiar but he's not going to concern himself with that as much as he normally might have if they were doing something else. The point is that his arms are easily draped across the back of Naki's neck and the kiss on his end is rough and hard, and if he'd stopped too quickly last time, well...he doesn't seem inclined to now.]

[Good, because Naki would just get mad if you stopped now!

He's eager and energetic and it's like he just can't sit still. Naki eventually settles for playing with Kimbley's ponytail, but it's obvious that he's very wound-up and when he finally has to break the kiss to catch his breath, he looks a bit too excited. Once again words don't seem to be happening, but at least he's not in tears this time.]

[Kimbley's kind of laughing a bit when the kiss breaks off, quiet but energetic, and he leans forward to nuzzle up against him again in the interim; that hair-playing is really nice, and so is...pretty much everything else, and it's obvious that he's incredibly pleased with this.]

...Damn.

[...Even if he can't think of anything better to say than that.]

[Naki laughs at that, immediately returning the nuzzling. He doesn't stop with the hair-playing because it's nice and Kimbley seems to like it.]

What, that's it? "Damn"? I think I at least deserve a "fuck"!

[...............wait]

Ohh, hey, that was pretty good!

[GODDAMMIT NAKI]

[NAKI]

You are so fucking terrible -

[...And you are getting so much nuzzling, goddamn.]

I really don't know what you were expecting...

[He's very pleased though and leans into that nuzzling, reaching up to mess with the shorter strands of Kimbley's hair.]

[Ah, that...that feels really good, actually, and that'll get a soft sound out of him before very long as he leans into Naki's touch.]

Pretty sure that's cheating, you know.

Did I ever say I played by the rules?

[Good, because this is fun! He likes getting reactions like this out of Kimbley, they're always really cute!!]

Fortunately not, because you'd be a fuckin' liar.

[God, how many times does he have to tell you that he's not cute...]

So how damn forward would it be to tell you to stay in here with me, whenever we decide to get sleep tonight?

[You're probably going to have to keep reminding him, his memory's not all that good!!!]

Eh, forward or not I'd definitely prefer it. I don't really like being alone.

[Especially not here where the people watching them can come in.]

...Yeah, you've mentioned that a few times, actually. That you don't like that sort of thing.

Yeah. I'm sure there's a reason for it, but... I dunno. Maybe I'm better off not remembering that shit, y'know?

...Would you tell me if you did start remembering that sort of thing?

Huh?

[Give him a second, he's not sure what to do with that.]

Uh, yeah? I think so. I mean it'd be kind of a big deal to remember anything at all, even if it was something bad. And... yeah, I guess I might not wanna tell you about it, but hell, I'll at least let you know if I remember something!

That's all I wanted to know, yeah. I mean, I'm not going to pry into it if you don't want to tell me, because I probably wouldn't know what to do with it anyway. If you want to, that's fine, but if not, then hey, that's fine too.

It's just good to keep track of what we know and what we don't, you know?

Yeah. If one of us starts getting our memories back, the other one might get 'em too, so it's better to be prepared for that shit.

You'll do the same, right? If you start getting memories back, even if they're fuckawful? I mean obviously you don't have to share 'em or anything. Just... y'know. Let me know that you're remembering shit.

[And for a moment he's tempted to deflect it, like he always does - to tell Naki that he'll say something if he thinks it's anything important - but he catches himself this time; he's been saying that a lot lately, and they've just been saying that they'll try not to do that, so...just give him a second.]

...Yeah. If I get anything back, I'll let you know, okay?

[He's not really sure why there's hesitation there, but Kimbley's answer is enough to calm Naki down.]

Good. Good! Even if it's something really dumb or boring, okay? As long as it's a memory, it doesn't matter what it is. It's not like we can really be picky about that shit anyway.

Well, yeah. It'd be too convenient, otherwise.

[...]

If it turns out I was something really boring like a shopkeeper and the first thing I remember is not being paid enough to deal with someone's shit, I'm going to be really mad.

[Naki laughs at that, tipping his head back until he finally manages to quiet himself.]

If you were some kinda underpaid shopkeeper I'm gonna fucking lose it. You're the last person I'd ever assume would be a fucking cashier! I still like the idea that you're the prince of Fucklandia.

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