the one where makima pops bocchi the rock

[overlies]

Who: makima & co! that could be you!
What: a few closed prompts for housemates and random open prompts for any wanted run-ins! also open to plotting and wildcards!
When: post mob's explosion, throughout the rest of march + april
Where: the dog house (you can't tell me that's not what house makima is called), the entertainment feed, other locations to be determined!

Content Warnings: psychological & emotional manipulation, devil contracts, gaslighting, victim blaming, body swapping, zombie dogs, violence, more tba if/as they come.

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[overlies]

I had intimate help.

[ but what’s this about drinks? makima likes drinks. she likes this already. this body will definitely not be as tolerant of how much makima’s true body could take (an unreasonable, impossible amount for a human being), but it could be a fun game to guess with. ]

If you could keep up with my drinks, I’ll tell you how.

[fogsong]

[ her brows shoot up beneath her frizzy bangs. intimate help. she flushes lightly. oh, wow. she knew he was a bit of a playboy but. okay. ]

Keep up...? [ she laughs at the idea. he's so much meatier than she is! sharon knows how drinking works! ] I'm not an idiot! You would drink me under the table.

[ but it kind of sounds like fun so: ] The only way I'll drink against you is you drink two to every one of mine. [ that seems fair to her! ]

forgive my lack of icon swap, i’m on mobile! ❤️

[overlies]

[ hmmmmm goes trevor—! ]

—Alright.

But first, [ don’t worry, it’s very quick. “trevor” holds up a coat she’s had her eyes on since second one in this store. ] a new purchase.

[ it’s beautiful, deep red leather and embroidered with black trimmings. it’s so fancy pants. ]

not forgiven!! (☞◣д◢)☞ (i jest ilu gimme your mobile tags)

[fogsong]

I never thought you'd go for something so fancy but... [ she nods approvingly ] It'll look good on you. I bet Alucard will be impressed.

❤️!!!!

[overlies]

[ alucard ????? ??

?????

not that “trevor” really changes his weird . . . fixed smile?? he finally blinks after what seems like an awkward amount of time, but (s)he’s pleasantly surprised! ]

Would you like to choose my slacks?

[fogsong]

You really wanna trust me with that? [ already, she's looking for a pair of pants. ] I could pick something garish. [ she's thinking neon green. with tassels. bell bottoms.

but she's fingering a pair of dark, tight pants with a velvet brocade, black on black. she holds them up for him. ] What about these?

[overlies]

[ hm! he goes with a smile. which just really translated as please don't 🙂 she is a dapper, elegant being. but trevor brings his attention on over to the true choice, scratching his chin and humming as he inspects everything.

basically, trevor knows how to fashion. ]

Hmm. [ he puts them over the legs, then concludes: ] This might belt my waistline just enough to be acceptable . . . Just a moment.

[ trying them on is a breeze. trevor returns to show off with a catwalk with the most feminine sway! turn! pose strike! ]

Is my bottom too defined?

[fogsong]

[ all those instinctive alarm bells she'd been willing to silence for the sake of that bet return, louder than ever. trevor surely can't catwalk. and those poses.

at the question, she finally frowns. ]

All right, the gig's up. [ the words are blunt as she steps closer, almost as if to corner him. ] I'm willing to believe a lot of weirdness when it comes to Trevor but this is a step too much now. Who the fuck are you?

[overlies]

[ oh . . . half-busted! she supposed she wasn’t making an effort to hide herself, anyway. and even with sharon’s demeanor swiftly changing to the defensive, it seems the imposter doesn’t feel the least sort of threatened in the slightest.

the man simply keeps his hands held loosely behind his back, his posture high, and his gaze direct— and not without a smile that does not slack. ]

We have a deal for that. Remember?

[ she’s a demon. and she’s quite harsh when it comes to the rules of any sort of deal! gonna have to drink yourself into a coma for an answer!! sharon!!! ]

[fogsong]

[ the way he stands reminds her of someone. even the way he smiles. how did she fucking miss this? alucard was right: something was wrong. ]

I feel like that deal was made under false pretenses. [ she grumbles. sure, it was an assumption on her own part but... still! ]

[overlies]

I never make faux deals.

[ wink .......???? ]

It's almost Happy Hour. Why don't we get going?

[fogsong]

[ she makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat. whatever. she'll just have to win then. ]

Yeah, sure. [ it's clear she's no longer looking forward to this. ] So, what should I call you then? Because I'm not calling you Trevor.

[overlies]

[ hmm. this only takes a moment, but she comes with something easily enough: ]

Damaris. Mari for short.

[ it’s not random. ]

[fogsong]

Mari, huh? [ she lets mari take the lead, figuring she has a better idea of what bar she wants to visit. ] Sharon Da Silva. Why bother pretending to be Trevor?