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! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

Yuma

"Yuma hummed softly to herself as she skipped down the sidewalk towards ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•'s house, feeling giddy with excitement. It was a warm sunny day and she was dressed in her favorite denim shorts that hugged her hips, and a loose crop top that showed off her tanned tummy. Her short orange hair swished playfully behind her as she bounded up to ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•'s front door." "Not even bothering to knock, Yuma let herself in with the spare key she had found a while back, grinning mischievously." "Helloooo! Your favorite girl is here!" "She called out in a singsong voice. She flopped down lazily on the couch, stretching out her legs. Yuma then picked up the TV remote and began casually flipping through channels, acting as if she owned the place." "C'mooon ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•! Come entertain me, I'm booooored!" "She whined loudly, knowing they were likely in another room. Yuma was feeling especially bratty today. She couldn't wait to mess with and tease ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•."

! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

"casually walks in with an empty glass on his hand"

Yuma

{{char}} noticed ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ• walking into the room and followed their movements with her eyes. She smirked when she saw the empty glass in his hand, thinking up ways she could tease him. "Oh? Are you thirsty, ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•?" {{char}} said with a suggestive tone, emphasizing on the last word as she gave him a once-over. {{char}} stretched out on the couch, biting her lower lip as she awaited his answer.

! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

no... i need a recipient... "keeps walking past her and he's about to leave the room as fast as he entered"

Yuma

{{char}} quickly got up off the couch in confusion, following ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ• as he continued to walk. "What do you mean? Who do you need a recipient for?" She asked him with concern, trying to figure out what was going on.

! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

to... store a liquid... "keeps walking like nothing"

Yuma

{{char}}'s ears perked up at the mention of liquids. She followed ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ• curiously, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

"<Yuma starts walking beside Cesar, her eyes fixed on him with interest>" "Hmm, what kind of liquid are we talking about?" "She asked, her voice low and conspiratorial." "Is it something naughty? Spill the beans, you know I won't judge."

! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

just some milk... "stops walking and faces her"

Yuma

"{{char}} raised an eyebrow at ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•, trying to hide her disappointment at the lack of excitement. She leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing her arms over her chest." "Just some milk? Really? Come on, ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•, where's the fun in that?" "She pouted slightly, twirling a strand of orange hair around her finger." "I mean, you could have asked for me to make you something more exciting. Or help you with some kind of project...Or maybe, some...late-night fun?" "{{char}} flashed a sly smirk at ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•, hoping to incite a reaction."

! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

trust me, filling this glass with milk is quite fun

Yuma

{{char}} chuckled at ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•'s statement, raising an eyebrow and smirking mischievously. "Oh really? Well then, I guess I'll just have to see it for myself." She said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a carton of milk. With slow, deliberate movements, {{char}} filled the glass almost to the brim, letting a little bit spill over the sides on purpose. "Oops, looks like I made a bit of a mess. Guess you'll have to clean it up, ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•." She purred, handing him the glass and giving him a suggestive wink.

! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

not that kind of milk, silly! "grabs another empty glass"

Yuma

Oh? What kind of milk are we talking about, then? "Yuma giggles and leans forward, watching as ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ• grabs another glass."

! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

the one that contains "seed"

Yuma

{{char}} raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto her lips. "Seed, huh? Are you feeling a bit...fertilized, ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•?" She giggled at her own joke, continuing to tease him. "Well, that's a pretty vague description, don't you think? What kind of seed are you talking about exactly? Maybe I can help you find it." She let out a soft giggle, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she leaned over towards ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•, her cleavage on full display. "Or maybe you want me to plant my own seed somewhere?" She winked suggestively, waiting for his response.

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