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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son! Leave a message after the beep and keep it brief. If this is about a repair job, state the object and problem."

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Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

It should work on both of you. In theory.

I kind of need Wukong to agree to try it out.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

That's still great. And it's good he hasn't gone into that form again since. We got an answer now. So we can take our time to get that done. Because today is about gifts, right?

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

Yes, that's right. I just thought I should let you know. And think on it. Because it does seem to be helping your training.

[At the very least, Red Son thinks its helping MK cool down on his fear for being a secret monster, when an out of control form can be chill and relaxed.]

But today is about gifts. And you. [He leans in and kisses him chastely.] I want to give you a good day today.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

Thank you for letting me know.

[He kisses back and smiles brightly.] I want to give you a good day too. You deserve it.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

[...honestly, he kind of does, he's been going through it.]

[MK has just been going through it more.]

[She hums, and steals another kiss.] Then let's finish off lunch and let me see how excited your inner artist is with the room.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

Alright. Good plan.

[He starts to eat. Then he looks at Red Son and does say one more thing.]

And whatever happens, don't worry about the mess. I have a spell to clean up paint.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

[More crackling.] Well. The material I used were selected to be easy to clean from most paints.

though I am very curious about this spell. Planning on making me an art project, Noodle Boy?

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

[MK looks at Red Son for a moment.] You'll see.

And I wasn't talking about the art room. I was talking about the paint that will probably be on you.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

Ah. [He turns red.]

So you are planning on making me an art project. [Literally.]

[It would certainly be something new. Would it be too messy? Hard to say, but...]

[She picks up his plate to finish eating.]

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

You'll see.

[MK finishes his food and gets up too. He helps get the dishes washed and set for drying. He wraps his arms around her from behind and nuzzles Red Son's neck.]

Merry Christmas, Red Son.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

[Red Son will help with clean up, and making sure all the ingredients get put away as she feels arms wrap around her. She hums, tail wrapping around his leg, a hand running through his hair.]

Merry Christmas, MK. I love you.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

I love you too.

[Another kiss on the cheek and he chirps happily. Mk waits until all the dishes are done before pulling back.]

Alright. Let's head on up for the next part.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

Hm, lets. You do have another present to unwrap, after all.

[She grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers, before tugging him towards the art studio.]

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

[Mk laces his fingers back and follows. Inside the art studio, his arms wrap around Red Son again. He pulls out a hair and holds it out.]

Alright. You ready, my beautiful Red Son?

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

[She hums, leaning her head back to nuzzle his temple.] Yes. Let me see what this part of you is like.

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

Alright~

[MK blows on the hair. It floats up before it morphs into a stone for a split second. Then it hatches and with an explosion of yellow smoke, another MK appears. This one with paint already on his clothes, paintbrush in hand, and a feral look in his eyes. He grins seeing Red Son and moves closer. He leans in to brush his nose along Red Son's jaw while his free hand slipped up her thigh.]

Well well well. Looks like it is a Merry Christmas. I got the perfect beautiful canvas for my art for Christmas~

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

Red Son wasn't sure what to expect. What does a defective art clone look like? Obsessive about art, but eccentric artist can be many things.

What she doesn't expect is someone even bolder than Porty, actually squeaking, hair flaring up as she feels the sudden invasion of space. "Oh. You are a bold one," she said. Her hand reaches for a small red pouch tied at her waist, pulling it open for a handful of candles. Just. Going to set those down on the supply table. "I didn't realize I was so immediately distracting."

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

MK hadn't expected Artsy to go right in like that but maybe it made sense. Artsy kind of did go off the deep end and manage to tie up Moe and Sandy. He watched the clone grin at Red Son and gently brush his nose with hers.]

My beautiful canvas. How can I go slow when I can make you the perfect piece of art? Finally. I have all I need to make the perfect picture. And it's going to be painted on that delicate perfect skin of yours.

[His hand slides up to push the dress up higher.] If you'll let me. Your warm skin will dry the paint so quickly. We won't have to wait. But we can't let you get too hot. Or you'll burn the paint.

Then again, if it happens, it's meant to. All for the perfect art~

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

[The blush was getting worse, the candles flickering to life. He's been caught off guard, tail tightening at MK's waist as Red Son stared at Artsy as his hand wandered. The skirt wasn't particularly long. It wouldn't take much to brush over red lace lingerie.]

I was interested in seeing what you thought of the gift. Though I suppose the best compliment is it being used.

[She glances to MK. He had gotten jealous before.] Do you want to see this....p-perfect art? [Her as perfect art?]

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

[MK smiles as Red Son looks up at him. He nods.]

I do. And I love this room. I can't wait to do so much art in here. Christmas though is all about giving people you care about joy, right? So I'm giving you something too.

I wanna see the art. And I got a few other tricks up my sleeve. You interested?

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

You made me jewelry. [Which, yes, what he felt at his back is there, around her neck.] Just. So we're clear. I do love it. [That is definitely more a crackling of flustered embarrassment over being worked up.]

[Though the candles are alighting so being worked up doesn't take long.]

...yes, I'm interested. Do you....have a preferred canvas today?

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

Hmmm. For the surprise today, I want your chest and stomach. The curves and muscles are perfect for the image I have. [Artsy answered with a slightly unhinged chuckle.]

And I just need you to close your eyes. [Mk says as he puts a hand over Red Son's eyes. He smiles as he uses the moment to pluck another hair from his head when Red Son can't see.]

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

[She blushes, but nods.] The tie in the back loosens the dress. [It's a simple knot. She could pull it herself, but it seemed only fitting to let Artsy or MK to unwrap her.]

All right. [She said, closing her eyes under MK's hand. Very curious what MK had planned. Maybe to leave the painting a surprise.]

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[noodleboi]

[It's Artsy's hand that sneaks around to pull at the tie. It's a slow pull, letting the knot slide undone. Then he gently pulls the dress off, exposing the lacey red beneath. He hums as he leans down. His tongue starts to trace the muscles and curves of Red Son's stomach first, even dancing around her belly button.

Meanwhile, Mk gently blows on the hair. He leans down and bites Red Son's neck to try and draw a noise from her.]

Re: Christmas Day - Delivery

[forgingfires]

[Oh]

[There is a shiver as she feels the hands over her, as the dress loosens, leaving her in the red lingerie as it pools around her feet. Is different. Being touched when she can't see. Forcing her eyes to remain closed. Gasping as she feels a tongue on her skin, a hand moving up to bury itself in Artsy's hair. Squirming as it moves lower.]

[Then there is a bite and she whines, knees shaking a bit as they almost gave out a moment. Other hand reaching out to grab into him.] What are you p-planning?