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[beejfu]

"Sure, if it'll make you feel safer. Knock yourself out, kid." He turns back around, starting to get more of a feel for the room itself and tuning Rhys out. He goes to one of the boxes to root around.

"Shit, if only we could start a fire going in here.."

[therushingsky]

"There's a light switch on the wall." Rhys suggests, weakly.

That's why you wanted the fire, right? Stop tuning him out!

[beejfu]

"That's your safeword? Going to take a while to get out while you're screaming, Stringbean."

His back is still turned, and he doesn't go for the light switch at all.

[therushingsky]

Okay, fine. If we're gonna play it like that...

"Cold shower." Rhys says, firmly, "That's my safeword."

One he's fairly confident will be a turn off for them both.

[beejfu]

"Nope! Rejected."

He turns back around, holding what can only be described as a heavy-duty set of pliers, that he's unsuccessfully trying to heat up with his light-based powers, turning it red.

[therushingsky]

"You can't reject my safeword, dude!"

Rhys protests, immediately shrill and unhappy.

cw; consent issues, it will not go darker than this, promise

[beejfu]

"I can if it's stupid! Now lift up your shirt."

Re: cw; consent issues! It's a consentual kink scene between two mediocre communicators/assholes

[therushingsky]

"Ice bath." Rhys snaps, but he does as he's told, and lifts his shirt with his real hand.

[beejfu]

He rolls his eyes but goes in to try and pull a rib out of Rhys....

and stops.

"Fuck." Says the demon, softly.

"No. No, fuck this."

[therushingsky]

Rhys immediately tenses up as he feels the pliers against his side, then-- it doesn't happen.

"What? What's wrong?"

[beejfu]

"This doesn't feel right." He whines, dropping the instrument of torture entirely.

"Like, normally I'd be all yeah! Torture! Maim you up a bit for being stupid enough to let a literal demon pull you into a place where no one would find you and chain you to a wall. And now I'm looking at your face and you're so SCARED and don't get me wrong, it's hilarious, but I don't...want to make you scared of me."

He drops to the ground, the sadness glow back, to sit in front of Rhys with his head in his hands.

[therushingsky]

Rhys tries to reach for Betelgeuse's hair, but the chain on his other wrist keeps him too high to make contact.

"I'm not scared of you." He says, softly, "You keep me-- kind of off balance? But I came down here because I trust you not to fuck me up. Because we're friends and we-- y'know, we care about each other."

[beejfu]

"Believe me, Rhysball, nothing would give me more happiness than to fuck you up, but I'm trying to be good now."

He explains, his head propped up by his fists as he meets Rhys' eyes blearily. He doesn't get up to unchain him from the wall.

"This sucks. Being alive and having all these emotions suck. I feel bad about shit now; I didn't know that was POSSIBLE."

[therushingsky]

"Aw, come on, we didn't come down here to make you feel bad."

Rhys offers, consolingly,

"But-- maybe that's a good thing? You're having feelings! Making progress! You're gonna be outta here in no time!"

Then, a short pause.

"Also, y'know, there's definitely a low key amount of fucking me up that would probably make me like you more."

[beejfu]

He sniffles. Looks up.

"R-really? Not like, flay all the skin from your bones and wear it like a skin puppet but more like...sexy whipping?"

[therushingsky]

"Oh wow yeah, not the first one."

Rhys says, emphatically,

"But yeah, sexy whipping. I'm totally into that."

[beejfu]

He nods, and mutters under his breath;

"And it's not like...it was so awful about the bath shit, don't get me wrong, but I kind of like it when you did it."

"Is this what negotiating kinks are? I feel like we should be writing this down."

[therushingsky]

"Yeah. Wow. We're probably should have talked about this a couple of hours ago."

Rhys observes,

"But yeah, that's what we're doing. Sometimes it's nice having someone else, take control and push your boundaries out a bit, and do stuff that you definitely wouldn't be okay with if you hadn't given them permission."

[beejfu]

"Or at least until I chained you to the wall and you rubbed lice shampoo into my short and curlies." He climbs to his feet grudgingly, to go help Rhys down.

"It seems so...uh. Shit." He rattles Rhys' wrist.

"You don't have a key for this thing, do you?"

[therushingsky]

"I can live with being chained to the wall."

Rhys replies, then the penny drops.

"Buuuuuut, not permanently. Damn it-- Maybe check the shelves?"

Immediately twisting his robot arm, like he's going to be able to squish his completely non-flexible limb out of the non-flexible manacle.

[beejfu]

"Jesus. You'd think a hidden torture room onboard a prison ship would have better organization." He says, heading for the lightswitch and then to hunt around.

"On the bright side, I found the boltcutters!"

[therushingsky]

"Let's try not to imagine what those were originally put down here for."

Rhys replies, more obviously relaxed than he has been since they found the stairs,

"Okay dude, cut me loose--"

Pause.

"I mean, or don't. You've still got like, a good twenty five minutes on the clock."

[beejfu]

He blinks....and grins at that.

"Want the lights on or off, Beanpole?"

[therushingsky]

"Off. You can bring the mood lighting yourself."

He extends his hand, wiggling his fingers meaningfully. Get over here.

[beejfu]

He flips the lights off again, and kicks off the lighting to a grim sort of greenish glow.

"MUCH better."

But he comes when called, lured over by Rhys' hand.