|| 3 [Accidental Audio]

[kingofthisworld]

[Well, thanks to Midna, Ganondorf now has a piano in his room. And he can be heard playing a rather haunting melody. He doesn't know his communicator is on.]

((OOC: Open commentlog for everybody. :D))

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

'Respect women.'

[Cackles.]

I think that's the most offensive thing I have ever heard you say.

[She sits up in that jerky, unnatural speed that belies her size and is just so hard to follow. In a second or two she's behind Ganondorf, hands on his back, leaning over his shoulder and looking down at him.]

You're silly.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

You mock my heritage?

[He whirls around and reaches for her wrists. But he's not-so-surprisingly slow for his size. He brings his face close to hers, his lips hovering only a few inches from hers.]

I do not like being mocked. What should I do about that?

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[She gives him just enough time to finish his sentence before leaning forward and sucking on his lips.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He pulls away.]

If you think to kiss me, then do so properly.

Sorry about that bb D8

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

I'll do as I please.

[She strokes his cheek, then puts her forefinger and thumb over his nostrils and honks his nose with a big ol' smile.]

Sorry for what? >___>

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He twists his head away from her.]

You are beginning to aggravate me.

randomly stopped tagging last night :>

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Snicker.]

You suck at this game.

Oh it's fine, bb <3

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He smirks]

Or perhaps I'm tired of playing.

8>

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Well, then you lose.

[She's very matter-of-fact.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

And what have I lost?

[He's reaching for her waist, just to make things interesting.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

I can think of several things, but to tell you...~

[She trails off, drawing little symbols of her tribe across his chest in quick, light strokes. Nothing comes of them, of course. She's just touching. She doesn't seem to mind that he's gone for her waist, but she's yet to step into the contact--draw any closer than she already is.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Well Midna needn't worry, as he'll be the one drawing her closer. He ignores the symbols traced across his chest and instead smirks at her.]

Is there a consolation prize?

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[There's no resistance. In a fluid motion, she steps closer and grins.

And shakes her head 'no'.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

There must be something you want to give me.

[He's closing the gap between them.]