emmycecil sent: Guy, do you prefer sex as a woman or as a man?

“Why do you keep… Ugh, fine… Man. I am male, after all…”

emmycecil sent: Do you think you'd try pegging now that you know how good it feels to be penetrated? :3c

“I don’t— I don’t think that follows the same principle…” 

emmycecil sent: So Guy-- how was sex as a woman? c: You can tell me~

“Why— Why do you want to know? That’s on the list of things we don’t speak about ever again—”

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It was probably quite a bit against protocol to engage in such banter on this trip at all; she was with Dodge, after all, and he’d been going around insisting that yes, she was rich; yes, she’d had a very good upbringing, thank you very much; and oh, maybe he was interested in her. And after all that, gossip could spread quickly and reach Dodge’s ears that she’d been perhaps flirting with some other boy whose name no one really thought worth knowing.

Ahh. Hell with that, Noelle thought. She could take a risk and she wasn’t afraid of a little slander. What did she care what these people thought? Besides, if Dodge thought he could keep a leash on her, he was sorely mistaken.

Guy took their little stumble in stride— ahh. It was such a relief that someone else on the train didn’t take everything so seriously. Noelle made a mental note to keep in touch with him; Dodge and the others would drive her insane without the break Guy offered her in his easygoing nature.

“Me too,” she agreed. Quietly she moved back into the proper position, moving a little more carefully now to the music. “Not sure what’s got everyone so uptight. Have you been feeling it, too? I thought it was just how these people are, but it’s unusually stuffy…”

The music soon slowed to a more leisurely tempo. A bit of a sly smile creeping on her face, Noelle squeezed his hand a bit. “Maybe we should stick together then, hmm? I think you and I are about as casual as it gets on this train.”

Before she could continue, a sudden sound caught her off guard— a loud pop, like… an engine going out, perhaps? Or—

“… Did you hear that?” It was distant and muffled by the sound of the band, but a few other people seemed to have noticed as well, and suddenly began looking about for the source. A train attendant who’d been standing by the far door left the room quietly and quickly.

It really was horribly palpable in the air. It hung in the atmosphere of glass like a pungent odor, and was far from willing to vacate from their perimeter. It poisoned their air and made everyone seem so troubled, so uptight and frigid. Unfriendly and tentative. 

Where as Guy was always used to seeing the train bustle with the colors of life. Filled with tenacious passengers with bright languages and attires; all of which were generally friendly with one another. Some elite thought themselves higher than others, namely workers, but at least the passengers would usually get along just swimmingly. 

This was a locomotive with a track record clean as a whistle. They had never had a mishap, never had trouble. Not an engineering problem, or a fight among customers. Not even a delay on their schedule. He’d be damned if this was the trip where all that changed. Regardless of the clouds that brewed far on the horizon, and approached with a terrible speed of darkness. 

Nodding finally in agreement, Guy turned his attention back to Noelle. A smile resurfaced on his face in response to her own sly gesture, squeezing her hand back in response. “What a pleasant idea, Noelle. I—” 

The blonde male’s words were drowned in the sudden pop of air, a snap of breath that resonated through out the cars. It sounded like it came from a few cars down the line, toward the lower passenger cars— Guy shivered. He’d worked long enough on this train to know that was not the sound of a typical malfunction of machinery. And he had seen enough of a street life to know the exact kind of device that made that noise. 

“Stay— Stay here,” Guy said to Noelle, praying she would listen to him and stay put as he turned on heel to follow the attendant who had already vanished into the next car. He worked on this train— whatever was going on was his trouble as well. He knew that noise too well. That was the sound of a gunshot. Likely from a simple pistol of sorts. Someone had brought a gun on the train, and had the malicious intent to use it. Hopefully, he told himself, as only an accident. Hopefully no one was hurt. He had to check regardless—

Yet, as he finally stopped running, and the toe of his shoe plopped softly into a small, wet smear of acidic crimson, he wished that he had stayed back in the entertainment car with Noelle. 

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