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[It's no real surprise that Kirigiri winds up in Ballymallet, considering everything; the prospect of a mystery to solve is a compelling one, and especially so when recent mishaps with magical items have left her more than a little shaken — and interested in distancing herself as far from them as possible. Overall, the little town proves to be quaint enough, for all that it's rustic at best and inhospitable at worst, but being an Amethyst seems to help — for a little while, at least.

For a little while, that is, until negativity starts to spread like a fog across the surrounding area, and it starts to swallow her up with preoccupations. It's all but impossible to ignore; even someone as good as she is at compartmentalization can't hope to hold out against it forever.

So when the garnet called Shorn starts circulating a remedy to help ward off the depressive fugue setting in all around them, Kirigiri weighs her options; none of them are good ones, certainly, but whatever side effects might come of the potion are probably still better than being paralyzed by the anxiety and depression she's already been forced to contend with.

That's what she'll tell herself, later. It was just reason, just a simple reasoned choice and she'd taken it.

Later, however, is when she'll be able to think straight, and right now, she can't. Oh, the fog of sadness has fled, to be sure, but now she's consumed with distractions of a different and much more arousing kind, and that's not something she's able to easily compartmentalize, either.

At least it's relatively easier to deal with, though.

Which is precisely how she winds up seeking out Prompto, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen red from biting at them, with molten emotion aflame in her veins and a rising desperate need to do something about it.]

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( it's one of those things where he figures that the further away they are from people, the less likely they'll be affected.

and does he really need much, to be affected? the fog of depression is a familiar one, something that it feels like he can sense from a mile away; he can feel the way that his mood sinks, the way that his thoughts start to twist into clouds full of desperate downpour, eager to rain on his life here as though threatening to wash out all the good of it into a mudslide. he figures that kyoko, with all of her strength and intellect, will be more likely to stave it off: he figures that she might be less vulnerable to it than he is, though that doesn't prove to be the case. when the talk about the antidote starts, prompto thinks that it's silly, at first. but if it'll help her, then he wants her to have it; and in the meantime, he'll be waiting out here.

the villages here are tiny: it's almost like being back on the road again, with all the land that stretches out around them, unknown and a little terrifying. he's been camping out like the rest, for as long as he's been here; it's not something he likes to do, but they're sort of out of options, aren't they? when kyoko returns to him, he's poking around at the fire that he's managed to build (all by himself, gladiolus would be proud), forcing it to higher heights; it needs to be enough to keep the tent warm, after all, or at least warm enough until they can fall asleep in it. the sound of her footsteps makes his head perk up with a grin--

--and then it falters for a moment. even in the growing darkness of the evening, her skin looks flushed; her lips look like she's bitten all around them, and he jolts up onto his feet as though that might help the heat from going all the way through him, too. )

What happened? Did you get the thing? ( he sounds--mildly concerned, at least, but he's forcing the smile back up, lifting a hand to offer her a wiggle-fingered wave. ) How do you feel?

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[The thing about a series of questions is that there's a part of her that wants to answer all of them in succession, providing answers like — well, like a detective supplying answers, one after another until every mystery is laid to rest. She could say what happened. She could confirm she got the thing. But what feels more important is that last one, how she feels, because right now it's like the only thing she can focus on is how she feels, and more significantly what she's going to do about it as a result.]

I got the thing. I don't...I'm not upset anymore.

[She is, however, shifting her weight from foot to foot, until finally it's too much and she walks up to the boundary of his personal space and then blows right past it, hands moving to his shoulders as she pushes herself up onto her toes to kiss him without warning.]

There seem to have been. Side effects.

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( not upset anymore? that's a relief--such a relief that he doesn't even realize that his shoulders are relaxing, that the breath he's holding comes out in a pleased rush. he doesn't really care about what happens to himself, not really; if he has intrusive thoughts, if things affect him more, if he spirals downward, none of that matters as much as what happens to kyoko, and how he can take care of her. to hear that she's doing better makes him feel better--a ridiculous thing, maybe, but he doesn't mind it.

he doesn't mind it when she closes the space between them, either; his hands lift, cradling her waist before he circles arms around it, wrapped neatly along the curve of her hips. the kiss is a surprise--she had been quiet and solitary, before, but he's not complaining.

curiously, he licks his lips--he can't taste any trace of whatever the potion must have tasted like, only the heat of her mouth. )

What kind? ( is this a girl thing? his arms tighten a little, drawing her closer; his head dips, kisses against her cheek, and then her nose, and he continues, warmly: ) Hungry? Or something? I've heard that like, girls and their hormones and like, then they're super hungry...

( prompto, that is not the same thing. )

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[It helps, at least; each fluttering kiss isn't enough in and of itself to stave off the aphrodisiac as it starts to take hold, but it's better than it could've been without it. Almost reflexively, she drags her hands down off his shoulders to settle lower on his chest, curling her fingers in like seeking insurance against the possibility that he might move even a fraction further away from her.]

What girls have you been talking to?

[Still, he gets a faint laugh out of her, even as she's trying to catch his mouth for another proper kiss again.]

Come back here. Kiss me again.

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Oh, you know...

( no one, he wants to say, everyone? it's hard to find where his thoughts want to go when she's distracting him like this: he takes a step back, steadying their weight together, because the closer that she comes the more that he wants to pull her in, and the insistence with which she seeks out his mouth makes him smile until he realizes it makes for a poor kiss.

so he does as he's told, predictably; one of his arms lifts, reaches in between them to hold her chin between his fingertips and tip it up. his lips land on hers, light and slow--a kiss that deepens a little more than it maybe should, he thinks, before he breaks it apart again. )

You feel warm. ( with their foreheads nearly touching, it's easy to tell. there's a soft note of concern: ) But you're okay, right? Do I need to check you over?