smash_logs | It's like the fun never ends.

It's like the fun never ends.

Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOTEL EDITION
Where: The hot springs RESORT.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Hotel shenanigans.

After a relatively normal bus ride, you find yourself at a secluded mountain resort.

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In his arms, Cress could detect that faint tremor. It wasn't consoling in the sense that she could cling to a person who had unshakable confidence for her condition to revert to normalcy, but at least she wouldn't face her uncertain future alone, and he would be there to share the same feelings. And he was right about many things. For the time being, her nerves were soothed.

"I'm glad... Yes, you're right. No matter whether Cress is a boy or a girl, Cress will always be Cress." Reclining away from their embrace with her hands still laced around his back, she offered him a canny smile coupled with a wink of the same persuasion. "And we could always use a cute girl in our mix to reel in a different crowd of customers."

...Oh no. She's being cute. How is he supposed to resist her charm now that she was, well, a girl? And how did she have it down so easily, this girlish charm thing? Chili stared at her with wide eyes, his fists balled up tight.

"Y-Yeah! You've got a point!" he exclaimed. He wasn't smiling - he just looked shocked at her proposal and her cuteness. "But- But- What if people start being creepy at you?! I'll beat 'em up, I'll beat them for sure! Nobody's gonna touch you!!!"

And now, Chili was suddenly protective and passionate. Cress's charm worked, clearly.

What an interesting new power she had over him now! Could she really pluck at his heartstrings with the flash of a wink? His sudden flare of ardor and proclamation to protect her confirmed it.

Interestingly enough, she noticed to herself, she wasn't nearly as annoyed as she thought she'd be by his brotherly instincts taking over so powerfully now that he was a she. In fact, she might be enjoying picturing how worked up he could get over her safety.

"No need to get so hostile so soon!" she advised, pushing one of her fingers up in the air and wagging it back and forth. "I can see where your concern lies, but don't forget. I, Cress, am completely capable of fending for myself against suitors. What difference does it make if they are men?"

His passionate flare did not leave him, and he raised his fists and took on a defensive pose. "Because men think they can do whatever they want with girls like you!" he shouted. "But that's wrong and you can prove them wrong, but I wanna prove them wrong too! We can team up!"

He was making this seem like a serious issue, even though Cress had only just begun his journey as a girl...

Edited 2013-04-12 20:56 (UTC)

"You seem so heated up about this subject," observed Cress with a flicker of amusement glinting in her eye. "Even though I say I can handle it, you find it necessary to budge in regardless. You've never been quite so overprotective before."

"I'm not being overprotective!" shouted the overprotective brother. "I'm just making sure you know that you can count on me!"

He'd always been just a tad too overprotective. Nevertheless, these feelings she could evoke were fun to play with, especially with this new element mixed in.

But really... was this any time to toy around? She chose to drop the strings in favor of ushering this in a different direction. "Yes, yes, as I always have." She placed a hand on his shoulder firmly. "For now, let's continue on as though nothing has changed. It would do us no good to wallow in our concerns for the future should this be unchangeable. Would you like to go get something to drink with me? Panpour is thirsty, you see..." The aquatic monkey's tail bobbed slowly.

His expression dropped and he blinked at Panpour, then looked back to Cress. "Oh, yeah. Sure! I'd like that," he responded, smiling. "I could use a drink myself."

"Excellent!" She snapped her fingers playfully. "Let's be off, then."

Cress led the way over to the room where the food buffet was lined up. The popular venue had quieted down considerably since it was past every meal of the day. Every time she passed it by, she would feel her mouth water at the sight of all the gourmet morsels lined up, fresh and ready to be eaten. It was so tempting to gravitate toward the tables and scoop up some plates while they were at it, but Cress steeled her discipline and headed straight for the soda to get one for both herself and Panpour.

"Feel free to grab whatever you'd like," she urged her brother in case he felt restricted to the options she had chosen.

"..." Food... It looked so good... Chili couldn't help but grab himself a few snacks, really, so he openly seized that invitation and grabbed a couple things that looked particularly good. Oh, and then he grabbed some soda for himself.

When he met up with Cress after he'd gotten everything he wanted, he grinned. "Yeah, I couldn't help it. I like food. And it all looks so good!"

It was probably lucky that he didn't grab a whole huge plate of it, but the two of them could easily split the amount of food he'd grabbed.

Edited (ha ha holy fuck) 2013-04-28 19:05 (UTC)

Cress was waiting at a table for him, and she welcomed his return with a smile. Panpour sat on her lap, since chairs just didn't do it for his height disadvantage.

"I see you were hungry as well," she replied. Of course he was. He was Chili. Chili was a metabolistic furnace.

Yes. That's right. "Who could say no to all that food?" he asked, acknowledging Cress's observation. "I sure couldn't."

That was an accurate observation on Chili's part, sure, but if you were to add Pansear into the equation...

"Go, Pansear!"

...Chili was probably going to need more food.

"You can have some if you want, Cress," he offered, smiling at her. Pansear was already reaching for some of the grapes Chili had on his plate. Chili didn't seem to mind.

"Why, thank you!" She didn't make a grab for anything just yet despite how the food called her name, and even if she did, she feared that, even with all her manners and poise, there was even a margin of possibility that she would get even as much as a crumb on Celes's dress. She'd promised to keep it spotless.

Panpour leaped onto the table, staring up at Chili with its non-eyes.

"I presume that means Panpour may have some as well?"

~~"No." Chili shoved Panpour off the table and pretended it never happened.~~

"Sure, go ahead," said Chili, grabbing a grape from Pansear and popping it in his mouth.

"So where did you get the fancy dress?" asked Chili. He couldn't tell it belonged to Celes like this - without the dark twintails and the red of her eyes, it didn't look so much like Celes's dress as it did a gothic lolita dress that Cress happened to be wearing.

"Oh, this?" She brought her hands to herself. "It belongs to Celes," she replied, smiling what was meant to be a calm smile but had the bearings to break giddy at any moment. If her zeal wasn't present in her smile, then it was certainly discernible through the added buoyancy to her voice. "She let me borrow it for the time being. What do you think?"

Chili squinted. Just barely.

"I still think blue accents look better on you, when it comes down to it," he said. He tried to sound dismissive about it when he spoke, but it didn't show through very well. "Can't you wear your clothes? Why do you have to borrow hers?"

Come to think of it, why didn't she? Shrugging, she settled with, "It didn't feel right somehow. Additionally, don't you think red and blue complement each other?"

"Sure, yeah they do, I guess," he replied, idly pushing his straw around in his soda. "I just don't get why you have to wear a dress just because you're suddenly a girl. What's the big change for?"

"If I'm going to be a girl, I might as well have fun with it," was her dismissive reply. It made her somewhat uncomfortable to delve into the topic of Celes with the way Chili was acting about it. She could tell he wouldn't approve of their relationship, didn't approve of their relationship, and she already sensed that he knew something was up. Nonetheless, no words had ever passed between them on her new girlfriend. If she could help it, she would prefer to duck out of this argument for the time being. She was never in the mood for it.

She twirled a finger around a long, blue lock, discovering how much fun it was to play with hair that flowed down to her back. "Besides, wearing my own clothes didn't feel right at the time."

While she thought, Chili watched her out from the corner of his eye expectantly. Like he knew something they were both mutually aware of. She was right, in that: he suspected something wasn't being said between the two, and he didn't like it that Cress was avoiding his watchful eye.

"You mean when you turned into a girl, right?" he asked, both content with and annoyed at the path their conversation took. "So I guess you were with Celes again, huh?" He kept his eyes trained on hers.

She emptied a long sigh, the kind that makes your shoulders sag. "Of course I meant when I turned into a girl. And yes, Cress had been with Celes at the time." The tone of voice she carried those words on continued to be casual and dismissive, conveying that there was little importance to the matter. Which, of course, there wasn't.

In a way, he hoped that didn't mean that Celes would be found wearing Cress's clothes, but he didn't really want to ask. Cress sure was hanging out with Celes a lot... He quirked an eyebrow, but then reached down to eat something off his plate. Perfect coping mechanism.

"You sure are spending a lot of time with her."

She frowned, her eye taking on that solid defensive glint that silently demanded he back off. "Yes? Is there a problem? We get along."

"Just saying," Chili said through a mouthful of food.

Something else occurred to him, and he wondered about it. "Does that mean that Celes..." He couldn't figure out how to finish the sentence, because it was still too weird that Cress had turned into a girl somehow. How could he ask about Celes turning into a boy? "You know."

"No, I can't say I know. What are you getting at?" A hint of annoyance pushed her tone. The siblings' assumptions about what each other meant were going different directions.

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