How Markus coped having to wear sunglasses all the time, he'd never know: poor bastard. "Thanks." Mike took his phone into the lounge, wincing as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting. "There you go champ ," she said in a whisper, a finger held over her lips, almost as though she knew Kyu was with him. Shaking it free and paying closer attention, the musician watched as the pint-sized fairy helper on the screen of his phone finished sweeping up, giving a playful wink before bringing open the message box. Pink consumed Mike's eyesight, bringing a slight pain to the front of his head. Kyu started to stir, but thankfully he was able to sidestep his discarded shirt, grabbing the noisemaker before she woke. "Before the ringtone starts blurring." At least now he could see it, the screen bright and shiny, sat beside the sound system and the cupboard where he hung up his shirt. Mike looked beside Kyu to the bedside table, expecting to find his Huniebee, but finding it absent. "I don't think there's anyone else like her. "Somehow," he whispered, watching Kyu with a gentle smile as she fell asleep, snoring loudly. "Nah." Mike took a moment to recall through the haze of his memories, pulling back the brief time he'd spent there, or could've spent there if things played out differently. A whole race of people, male, female and everything else likely in-between through their strange magic, all with a drive like Kyu's? ![]() Were all of the fairies in Sky Garden this way? Now there was something to think about. Try was the active word there, not succeed. She squirmed, giving a faint flash of discomfort before pulling them inside her back. "HUH!" Kyu snorted, sprawling across the bed, her wings crumpling ever so slightly against the mattress. ![]() but I try to see you as a lady where I can." "There you go… Doesn't suit you having that shit splattered all over your lips. He leaned in, despite her giggles, wiping the last of the whitish residue from the corners of her mouth with a clean tissue from his pocket. Mike pulled up his pants and buckled the clasp, moving to help his magical lady. kind of like a drunk after one pitcher too many. The vacant expression and the sluggish movements. ![]() ![]() That look she held - it was familiar alright. She tried to get up, once, twice, and a third time, each attempt more strained than the last, before flopping against the pillows, aimlessly reaching around for a tissue from the box on the bedside table. Kyu hiccupped, magical dust oozing from her pores, spattering across the bedsheets. "You good there, Kyu?" He asked with a deep exhale, the weight of all his earthly tensions floating away. Mike smiled, smooth and assured, more than pleased with his work. Damn she looked spent, but given the nature of a love fairy, it probably wouldn't be long until she unscrambled her head, cooled from the height of sensual bliss and was back in the game for more. Swallowing hard, taking back every last drop of Mike's essence, she let out a woozy giggle, head swaying side to side, her eyes burning in a bright pink light across the expense of the bedroom. Kyu flopped against the bed sheets - face glistening with a thin veil of sweat, her wings beating twice as hard compared to the usual as she heaved for breath.
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