[Chihiro will receive a surprise image of Simon in what looks to be a changing room within the mall they both work at, clad in nothing but a red speedo. After almost a year of slaving tirelessly at the gym every single day, the poor, horrible boy is finally in search of a new swimsuit, as this will be the first time he doesn't wear a shirt straight into the pool. His face is the same color as the material that tiny piece of cloth is made out of, and unfortunately he is clutching his junk to save Chihiro's pure and unwashed eyeballs.]
It doesn't fit
[The only reason he is sending the image is because 1)this was one of the things that Chihiro had picked up when they went Big Manly Underpants shopping and 2)it would be easier than explaining wtf was going on.]
helP me PLEase i can't get out of it i thINK it's cutting off mY blOOd circULATION
[ Chihiro is blushing because his eyes go to the picture immediately and it's??? Simon??? With a speedo? And he's holding his junk?!?? Thank goodness he's not standing anywhere extremely public right now. But then he sees the text and instantly starts to panic. WAIT, it's not a booty call, Simon needs help? ]
Um!! Where are you? I could help, somehow...
[ He thinks? That's what Simon's asking right. Either way, he's sure they can figure this out before Simon dies of cut off circulation... ]
[It's a part of why he's stuck in this awful mess. He's so embarrassed, god, and he hopes that Chihiro will remember. Thankfully, the Super Highschool Level Programmer is the kind of person who has a great memory.]
[ He does remember, thankfully! One does not easily forget fun places you go with people you care about. Right??? ]
Okay, I'll be right there!
Um... don't faint.
[ And as soon as he sends the text he zooms off! When finally gets to the store's dressing room area, he's a little out of breath, but Simon might recognize his little feet as he cautiously kind of peeks at any legs he can see so he can figure out which one is Simon...
He'd announce himself, but what if people are around wondering what's up...
[Simon has been fumbling around for however long Chihiro has taken to get here, and in one of his pathetic attempts to get out of this vaguely triangular dick prison, the disgruntled teen has banged his elbow and knee on the wall a couple of times. Despite the persistent insistence from the female employees (for this very specifically engineered hentai situation) due to the noise, he has remained sequestered in this very space. It appears that so far, Simon has been guarding his manhood with all the fervor of someone who has decided to wait until his wedding night to bare it all.
Err, save for what's about to happen??? yee boi 🍆]
Psst! C-Chihiro!
[He peeks his head through the curtain, doing his best to cover himself. If he doesn't faint from the constriction of several major blood vessels (which yes, medically speaking, are very much in that particular region 💀), he could just pass out from sheer embarrassment. All that's visible for now is that yellow hair and perhaps some pale, slightly freckled shoulder, though there's a hint of relief on his face when he catches sight of Chihiro's signature choppy, layered bob.]
[ The female employees honestly probably know how to deal with this a lot better than Chihiro does, but for Simon's dignity, he will do his best.
He perks up when he hears Simon, and then turns to match his voice with his face popping out of the curtain. Alright, this was the easy part! Awesome.... now for the rest. ]
Ah, a-are you doing okay? I...ah...
[ Does he just go in there? The employees are definitely going to know...
But Simon's life is more important actually so nevermind. ]
Okay, I'm coming in there. [ Are you ready for him to push into the curtain, because here he goes. ]
[Simon whips around, doing his best to cover himself with one stupid hand, although his pathetic rat wang is all he's able hide. Despite the copious amount of time Simon spends at the gym and in the outskirts brawling with a varied assortment of cyberpunk hooligans, he has yet to feel confident in that pale, pasty skin of his. Chihiro will notice that his friend has made some considerable progress when it comes to filling out, sporting a broader set of shoulders and a more threatening pair of arms than when they first met. Sure, Simon may or may not have sent his fellow nerd a few posed snapshots of his so-called gains, but this is the first time that Chihiro (or anyone, for that matter) will be privy to all of them at once.]
So I-
[He inhales sharply, indicating that the combination of humiliation and the tightness of that accursed piece of fabric have made it difficult to breathe-]
Might've... Probably? Picked up the wrong size, hrgggh...
[Simon's nose and ears are the color of a cherry tomato, which can be attributed to the fact that he knows just how smart the other boy is. Of course he's gonna put two and two together as to why the blond suddenly got so curious about trying this stupid thing (thong??) on, especially since it was exactly the kind of piece Chihiro picked up the last time they went shopping for more comfortable (and manly) undergarments for the smaller boy.]
I would like to offer you the humblest of my apologies for this extremely sticky situation.
In exchange for your assistance, if you are indeed, uh, down-
[He coughs, clearing his throat. Oops, the bulge is probably moving, gomen chihiro, gomen merry!!! hello satan]
[ Chihiro doesn't mind the pale skin so much, but he's definitely noticed the appearance of muscles filling out! At least, he's pretty sure it's actually impossible for himself to gain any bulk, but it's definitely working for Simon. Not that he stares too much or anything... probably...
Except for right now, when he's trying to stare at anything but Simon's crotch. Especially if it's ... moving!? ]
Simon-kun! [ His voice is both exasperated and chiding. ] It's completely the wrong size! Y-you can't even breathe properly...
[ Damn what must it be like to be capable of getting something way too small..... ]
D-don't worry about paying me back or anything. I'd rather you be safe and comfortable first...
[ So yes. He's apparently "down" to assist. (Makes the sign of the cross over myself) ]
H-hey! It's not like I just plop on stuff like this all the time! Isn't it supposed to be form fitting, or whateve-aAGH!
[He gasps loudly in a pitiful attempt to fill his lungs with more air. Wow, that is not comfortable. Is his breathing irregular due to embarrassment or dick entrapment? We will never know for sure, though he is certainly facing the excruciating perils of both right about now.]
Um, I think you have to get behind me...
[Simon practically hears the tire screeching sound effect in his ears. Oh no, he knows what has to happen, and it is even worse than he had initially thought...]
I... Nobody's ever seen me like this before.
[Seen him naked, that is. Not even his own mother actually? Not since he was an infant, what the flying fuck, he hates this.]
Gulp.
[is he audibly gulping??? yeah... he is]
Youuuuu...
[The easiest way for him to free himself would be to simply step out of the speedo. Chihiro is going to have to stretch the infernal thing from the back by holding either side, allowing Simon enough time to pathetically hop out of it. That's the plan!!!! That's it. It's time for the Slongshank Redemption, baby.]
Probably wanna close your eyes.
[that is unless
u... would like 2 look
chihiro.
butt why??? literally it's a bUTT and it's so pale it probably emits a blinding light when exposed to the elements (or in this case, the poor computer geek's innocent and unsuspecting eyeballs)]
[ Even if he's flattered that Simon wanted to send him a risque photo like this. Ahh...
He shuffles a bit, working his way about so he's standing behind Simon now, his own face refusing to be any color but bright red. ]
Okay. Just ... tell me what to do.
[ Simon's not allowed to gulp audibly, since at least one of them has to be brave about this! Although maybe it will be Chihiro in the end, as he swallows slowly and then speaks up as logical-sounding as he can. ]
Simon-kun, if I close my eyes, I don't think I could help much....
[Fair maiden or not, Chihiro's bravery has earned his character another three-pages of purple prose in Simon's disgusting self-insert novel. Ah, to hear the supergenius' dulcet tones say something as kind to him as that is music to Simon's ears, which are paler than the rest of his body, and the rest of Simon's body is as close to He's Not Dead, He's Just a Pasty White Guy as any human being could possibly get. Perhaps this uncomfortable, foolhardy turn of events is worth the humiliation. Oh, to be touched by the hands of one of the multiverse's most brilliant minds! Is this not what they call second base?]
Great! Whew. Maybe with your help we'll b-b-both be outta here in no time...
Ahah, eh-heh-
[just get on with it shit 4 brains]
Okay, so you just have to-
[Simon's entire face turns red at this point, and while he mistakes the heat for that accursed blush that always seeps into his face when his heart rate soars-]
To.....!
[He's actually suffocating. You know, from all the restricted circulation? That's why it takes so much effort to get just the one word out.
So he passes out mid-sentence, falling to the ground in the dusty-ass changing room.]
[ He waits with bated breath for the great and intelligent Simon to give him instructions. Instead, Simon seems to crumple to the ground like discarded clothing, his face all red and ready for death. ]
S-simon-kun!!
[ No doubt his distressed cry has drawn some heads but Chihiro forgets where they are for a moment as he dives down by Simon's side. Okay, what did he read about first aid methods... or wait! The speedo, it's too tight! They need to get blood flow back where it belongs.
I hate this so much. ]
Hang on, Simon-kun, I'll free you!
[ Forgetting how embarrassing it absolutely is, Chihiro uses all of his tiny little strength to rip the speedos from Simon's body. Except he's not that strong, and he has no scissors or anything, so he can't tear the fabric, but he can convince it as quickly as he can (not that quick.... but he won't die probably) to come off of Simon's waist and down his legs. ]
[Upon being freed from what can only be described as dick asphyxiation, Simon rises from the ground, gasping for air. A hand shoots up, darting over his all-too-pale chest, as he pants and "composes" himself, completely unaware that he has now been exposed, irrevocably and irreparably. The way he's breathing, you would think his lanky body had been dragged out of a river and he'd only just come to.]
You... You saved me. I... Ah...
[He tilts his head downwards, blond, raggedy locks tumbling over his bare shoulders. Simon's gaze is met with the pathetic sight of his own manhood, which is debatably the most pathetic part of him, save for his deplorable nature. The Apex's second-in-command may measure his muscle mass in weekly increments, hoping each time for a detectable change in progress, but this? This he does not make a habit of looking at, not when it isn't absolutely necessary and getting in the way.
So, he shrieks. Chihiro's poor, sweet little ears.]
Gah! D-DON'T LOOK AT ME.
[Or it, for that matter.
Simon has bared his soul to Grace many times, perhaps one too many times, but never in his life has he been utterly nude in front of anyone, except when his mother bathed him as an infant. She had to put oatmeal in the bath... His skin has always been delicate. Thank goodness that the sun on the Infinity Train is primarily artificial...]
I'll just put my pants on, [this is said with all the indignance of a child who has spilled his own ice cream on his shirt] and meet you outside.
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Date: 2021-05-28 03:08 am (UTC)[Chihiro will receive a surprise image of Simon in what looks to be a changing room within the mall they both work at, clad in nothing but a red speedo. After almost a year of slaving tirelessly at the gym every single day, the poor, horrible boy is finally in search of a new swimsuit, as this will be the first time he doesn't wear a shirt straight into the pool. His face is the same color as the material that tiny piece of cloth is made out of, and unfortunately he is clutching his junk to save Chihiro's pure and unwashed eyeballs.]
It doesn't fit
[The only reason he is sending the image is because 1)this was one of the things that Chihiro had picked up when they went Big Manly Underpants shopping and 2)it would be easier than explaining wtf was going on.]
helP me PLEase i can't get out of it i thINK it's cutting off mY blOOd circULATION
when u finally tag and then ur computer restarts and eat it
Date: 2021-06-14 02:41 am (UTC)Um!! Where are you? I could help, somehow...
[ He thinks? That's what Simon's asking right. Either way, he's sure they can figure this out before Simon dies of cut off circulation... ]
ofc this was the tag it canned. the computer knew it was cursed
Date: 2021-06-14 03:18 am (UTC)The last one we went to together?
[It's a part of why he's stuck in this awful mess. He's so embarrassed, god, and he hopes that Chihiro will remember. Thankfully, the Super Highschool Level Programmer is the kind of person who has a great memory.]
Thanks a ton.
I owe ya one.
it tried to stop me but im too strong
Date: 2021-06-16 02:38 am (UTC)Okay, I'll be right there!
Um... don't faint.
[ And as soon as he sends the text he zooms off! When finally gets to the store's dressing room area, he's a little out of breath, but Simon might recognize his little feet as he cautiously kind of peeks at any legs he can see so he can figure out which one is Simon...
He'd announce himself, but what if people are around wondering what's up...
He'll just whisper instead. ]
Simon-kun...
no subject
Date: 2021-06-16 05:33 am (UTC)[Simon has been fumbling around for however long Chihiro has taken to get here, and in one of his pathetic attempts to get out of this vaguely triangular dick prison, the disgruntled teen has banged his elbow and knee on the wall a couple of times. Despite the persistent insistence from the female employees
(for this very specifically engineered hentai situation)due to the noise, he has remained sequestered in this very space. It appears that so far, Simon has been guarding his manhood with all the fervor of someone who has decided to wait until his wedding night to bare it all.Err, save for what's about to happen??? yee boi 🍆]
Psst! C-Chihiro!
[He peeks his head through the curtain, doing his best to cover himself. If he doesn't faint from the constriction of several major blood vessels (which yes, medically speaking, are very much in that particular region 💀), he could just pass out from sheer embarrassment. All that's visible for now is that yellow hair and perhaps some pale, slightly freckled shoulder, though there's a hint of relief on his face when he catches sight of Chihiro's signature choppy, layered bob.]
Over here...
no subject
Date: 2021-06-19 02:34 am (UTC)He perks up when he hears Simon, and then turns to match his voice with his face popping out of the curtain. Alright, this was the easy part! Awesome.... now for the rest. ]
Ah, a-are you doing okay? I...ah...
[ Does he just go in there? The employees are definitely going to know...
But Simon's life is more important actually so nevermind. ]
Okay, I'm coming in there. [ Are you ready for him to push into the curtain, because here he goes. ]
no subject
Date: 2021-06-19 04:23 am (UTC)[Simon whips around, doing his best to cover himself with one stupid hand, although his pathetic rat wang is all he's able hide. Despite the copious amount of time Simon spends at the gym and in the outskirts brawling with a varied assortment of cyberpunk hooligans, he has yet to feel confident in that pale, pasty skin of his. Chihiro will notice that his friend has made some considerable progress when it comes to filling out, sporting a broader set of shoulders and a more threatening pair of arms than when they first met. Sure, Simon may or may not have sent his fellow nerd a few posed snapshots of his so-called gains, but this is the first time that Chihiro (or anyone, for that matter) will be privy to all of them at once.]
So I-
[He inhales sharply, indicating that the combination of humiliation and the tightness of that accursed piece of fabric have made it difficult to breathe-]
Might've... Probably? Picked up the wrong size, hrgggh...
[Simon's nose and ears are the color of a cherry tomato, which can be attributed to the fact that he knows just how smart the other boy is. Of course he's gonna put two and two together as to why the blond suddenly got so curious about trying this stupid thing (thong??) on, especially since it was exactly the kind of piece Chihiro picked up the last time they went shopping for more comfortable (and manly) undergarments for the smaller boy.]
I would like to offer you the humblest of my apologies for this extremely sticky situation.
In exchange for your assistance, if you are indeed, uh, down-
[He coughs, clearing his throat. Oops, the bulge is probably moving, gomen chihiro, gomen merry!!! hello satan]
Dinner's on me. A-and, maybe breakfast, too...
no subject
Date: 2021-06-26 01:35 am (UTC)Except for right now, when he's trying to stare at anything but Simon's crotch. Especially if it's ... moving!? ]
Simon-kun! [ His voice is both exasperated and chiding. ] It's completely the wrong size! Y-you can't even breathe properly...
[ Damn what must it be like to be capable of getting something way too small..... ]
D-don't worry about paying me back or anything. I'd rather you be safe and comfortable first...
[ So yes. He's apparently "down" to assist. (Makes the sign of the cross over myself) ]
no subject
Date: 2021-06-26 02:45 am (UTC)[He gasps loudly in a pitiful attempt to fill his lungs with more air. Wow, that is not comfortable. Is his breathing irregular due to embarrassment or dick entrapment? We will never know for sure, though he is certainly facing the excruciating perils of both right about now.]
Um, I think you have to get behind me...
[Simon practically hears the tire screeching sound effect in his ears. Oh no, he knows what has to happen, and it is even worse than he had initially thought...]
I... Nobody's ever seen me like this before.
[Seen him naked, that is. Not even his own mother actually? Not since he was an infant, what the flying fuck, he hates this.]
Gulp.
[is he audibly gulping??? yeah... he is]
Youuuuu...
[The easiest way for him to free himself would be to simply step out of the speedo. Chihiro is going to have to stretch the infernal thing from the back by holding either side, allowing Simon enough time to pathetically hop out of it. That's the plan!!!! That's it. It's time for the Slongshank Redemption, baby.]
Probably wanna close your eyes.
[that is unless
u... would like 2 look
chihiro.
butt why??? literally it's a bUTT and it's so pale it probably emits a blinding light when exposed to the elements (or in this case, the poor computer geek's innocent and unsuspecting eyeballs)]
no subject
Date: 2021-10-07 04:30 am (UTC)I-I know! I'm just worried is all...
[ Even if he's flattered that Simon wanted to send him a risque photo like this. Ahh...
He shuffles a bit, working his way about so he's standing behind Simon now, his own face refusing to be any color but bright red. ]
Okay. Just ... tell me what to do.
[ Simon's not allowed to gulp audibly, since at least one of them has to be brave about this! Although maybe it will be Chihiro in the end, as he swallows slowly and then speaks up as logical-sounding as he can. ]
Simon-kun, if I close my eyes, I don't think I could help much....
this is disgusting
Date: 2021-12-22 06:27 am (UTC)Great! Whew. Maybe with your help we'll b-b-both be outta here in no time...
Ahah, eh-heh-
[just get on with it shit 4 brains]
Okay, so you just have to-
[Simon's entire face turns red at this point, and while he mistakes the heat for that accursed blush that always seeps into his face when his heart rate soars-]
To.....!
[He's actually suffocating. You know, from all the restricted circulation? That's why it takes so much effort to get just the one word out.
So he passes out mid-sentence, falling to the ground in the dusty-ass changing room.]
i can't believe this
Date: 2022-01-03 09:41 pm (UTC)[ He waits with bated breath for the great and intelligent Simon to give him instructions. Instead, Simon seems to crumple to the ground like discarded clothing, his face all red and ready for death. ]
S-simon-kun!!
[ No doubt his distressed cry has drawn some heads but Chihiro forgets where they are for a moment as he dives down by Simon's side. Okay, what did he read about first aid methods... or wait! The speedo, it's too tight! They need to get blood flow back where it belongs.
I hate this so much. ]
Hang on, Simon-kun, I'll free you!
[ Forgetting how embarrassing it absolutely is, Chihiro uses all of his tiny little strength to rip the speedos from Simon's body. Except he's not that strong, and he has no scissors or anything, so he can't tear the fabric, but he can convince it as quickly as he can (not that quick.... but he won't die probably) to come off of Simon's waist and down his legs. ]
NSFW????
Date: 2022-01-04 08:21 am (UTC)You... You saved me. I... Ah...
[He tilts his head downwards, blond, raggedy locks tumbling over his bare shoulders. Simon's gaze is met with the pathetic sight of his own manhood, which is debatably the most pathetic part of him, save for his deplorable nature. The Apex's second-in-command may measure his muscle mass in weekly increments, hoping each time for a detectable change in progress, but this? This he does not make a habit of looking at, not when it isn't absolutely necessary and getting in the way.
So, he shrieks. Chihiro's poor, sweet little ears.]
Gah! D-DON'T LOOK AT ME.
[Or it, for that matter.
Simon has bared his soul to Grace many times, perhaps one too many times, but never in his life has he been utterly nude in front of anyone, except when his mother bathed him as an infant. She had to put oatmeal in the bath... His skin has always been delicate. Thank goodness that the sun on the Infinity Train is primarily artificial...]
I'll just put my pants on, [this is said with all the indignance of a child who has spilled his own ice cream on his shirt] and meet you outside.
Um. I, am, um... Hngh... Forever in your debt.