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ergastulum. (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Megohime got up to retrieve another glass, motioning for Masamune to enter. “It’s whiskey- not my favorite, but father left behind so much, I figured it a waste to not drink it.” She said, pouring a second glass, then offering it out to him.
 
“Yeah, I’m convinced at this point it’s only meant to kill your taste buds.” She muttered, pouring herself some more and taking a gulp.
 
Megohime sat back against the desk and laughed, her face already flush from the drink. “Yeah, it doesn’t really get any better, but it’ll get easier to drink the more of it you have.”
 
Megohime took a few sips, then looked to Masamune. “So you said you were a blade for hire, have you always been one?”
 
Megohime looked down at her glass, tilting it back and forth. “I’m sorry, that sounds awful.”
 
“Well... Do you want to continue what you’re doing?” She asked, looking up at the ceiling. “Why don’t you just... leave it all behind?” Her tone was gentle, genuine, like she was genuinely asking rather than teasing.
 
“You could always start over... You don’t have to be perfect, just... Do what feels better than this.” She muttered; Megohime didn’t know what she was saying, it sounded dumb, like anyone would take her seriously, she was just drunk.”
 
She felt her face flush hot, her heart fluttering in her chest. “This job isn’t exactly normal, is it what you want for the rest of your life?”
 
Megohime was silent again for a while, then downed her glass of whiskey. “You don’t have to have such sentiments for someone like me, if I’m lucky, I’ll live maybe a bit longer than the average tag before someone gets their bullet in my head.” She said, staring at her empty glass.
 
Megohime was taken by surprise, her eyes going wide; she wasn’t sure if it was the whiskey or something else, but her lips tingled. Without thinking, she kissed back, leaning up and closing her eyes.
 
Megohime shook her head, her heart beating hard in her chest. “No.. No don’t be sorry..” She whispered, leaning up to kiss him gently again.
 
Megohime dropped her glass, letting it land on the plush carpet with a heavy thunk. She brought her hand up, placing it against his cheek and returning his kiss with urgency. They way he pressed himself against her, the feeling of him pinning her to the desk, it made her body flush hot. She had been with men before, back when she was a rebellious teen, but this was different. She wasn’t doing this because it angered her father, or purely because it felt good, it was because she loved him. Loved him? She barely knew anything about him, but yet, she felt so strongly for him, every time she saw him, she felt safe.
 
He held the kiss for as long as he possibly could before he pulled away slowly, "You taste like alcohol.." He said, but it wasn't judgmental or anything. Was he teasing?
 
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