bad decisions, iv edition // for numbers96

[myselfwillbear]

[ IV doesn't know a huge amount about what his crest can do. It's not as though Tron has really told him much - he knows it stops the Numbers controlling his mind, but beyond that? He wasn't told anything.

He's worked out though, on his own, that he can manifest the Numbers outside of the AR, using the crest. It's not perfect, true - Giant Killer is as small as one of his dolls, Heaven's Strings won't leave its sealed form - but they'll appear nonetheless. He's never gotten to experiment with Machu Mach or Dyson Sphere, though, much as he'd wanted to, and none of the other Numbers he's collected have ever been that interesting.

So, truth be told, he doesn't exactly have high hopes for this latest card, 96.

But he'll manifest it anyway, if only the one time, to see.

Which is why he's currently stood over Black Mist's card, crest blazing on his hand as he works on drawing it out into reality. ]

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[numbers96]

[IV being so eager to please, to help V understand, that's good. IV wanting to share, that's better. It has never had a pet quite like this.

(he thinks so simply in his core, too, he's so easy to take from, it's like taking a scalpel to his heart)

When IV asks, the pool rises beneath him, pushes him into the air and waits as tendrils loop under his arms and around his body, to cradle him.

The slime melts back into the pool, but it leaves tendrils behind -- two wrapping around IV's legs, supporting him, spreading them open, one curling around his cock, one still pumping slowly, slowly into his ass.]

Perhaps we'll make a wager, Christopher Arkwright. If you are so eager to leave.

[It pulls the tendril from his mouth, for now, so he can speak, looping it lazily around his neck.]