（ despite the low rank, he's become something of a regular fixture at the naked yolk — sometimes, it's a rented room, sometimes it's a floor demonstration. people have largely learnt not to fuss — though of course he's always ushered out of the way or consigned to the less affluent areas as soon as a royal suit steps into the establishment.
which: fine. he's never really cared about that sort of thing, anyways.
but for now, he's there waiting. for the sake of not losing the time out of his memory, he goes as soon as they talk, and arranges a room, and lets the attendant know to let tomura in once he arrives. the room itself is small, with naked industrial beams across the ceiling and hooks that are arranged in helpful places. there's a bed in one corner with a metal frame and plenty of areas to make tie-offs, and a desk in one corner. a rug — lightly frayed — offsets the sterility of the room, but only barely.
time isn't something he pays much mind to anyway, so in the time before tomura's arrival he spends his setting up hanks of different coloured ropes in soft quarter-inch jute so it's easier to differentiate which rope is tied where. they've been tossed down on the bed, and cy's sitting at a desk that is definitely more for teacher/student spanking larp (based on all the d-rings situated in key areas to tie someone down, anyway) than for actual work whenever tomura enters.
cy's casually dressed in clothing that skews comfortable, dark colours that will contrast the rope. tomura gets one hand lifted in casual greeting. ）
Room's ours for six hours, so we should be able to cover most of the easier stuff. Do you know any knots on your own?
[ On the polar opposite end, Tomura's barely set foot in the Naked Yolk beyond a cursory exploration when he first arrived here. Nevertheless, it doesn't particularly fluster nor scandalize him, walking past the masks, the collars, the floggers decking out the lobby area, and onward to the hallways of the private rooms. More than anything, the air he gives off is unimpressed, bored and completely uninterested in the bells and whistles of human depravity brazenly on display.
The room Cyram's selected for them is met with the same reaction once he lets himself in. His eyes skate over the sex furniture like it's nothing more than your average IKIA desk, and he ends up more or less skimming over Cy as well, apart from brief recognition that the man is here. Then his eyes land on the array of rope spread out on the bed, and there his gaze finally lingers, considers the items in front of him.
Six hours, huh? To him, it sounds like plenty of time. ]
What kind of knots? [ He finally turns towards Cy now, after approaching the bed and leaning a hip against the metal support. ] Like for hostages, I guess.
[ He shrugs, careless. Might as well speak frankly. ]
（ is the only answer that statement gets, and then cy leans one elbow on the desk so he can better lever himself sideways to look at him. ）
Okay. Show me how you'd do that.
（ he stands up, pushing the chair back in under the desk neatly before coming over to the bed where tomura's standing hipshot there. he sorts through the ropes and grabs the red one, holding it out for tomura to take. whatever the guy chooses to do, he'll find cy a pliant and willing 'hostage' to being bound. mostly, he just wants to see what he's done in the past, and if there's anything he needs to unlearn that isn't just being an edgy little shit. ）
[ There are options, here. Only some. Ropes aren't so popular in his world now: they're too easy to break, to corrode, to burn, to cut, and the odds aren't insignificant that a hostage could be capable of doing at least one. Anyone who could afford it—villain and hero alike—would prefer the sturdy, high-tech cuffs that would even cancel out the Quirk of anyone restrained in them. Still, All For One had seen to his thorough education; who knew when he might be without funds, without resources, slumming it in some abandoned construction site?
He goes for a simpler option, one that doesn't involve any furniture. Manipulating the rope is more of a struggle than it used to be, less the three fingers on his left hand and yet retaining his habit of not touching anything with all digits on his right. The concentration needed makes him frown, though the rope gradually shapes into a loose pair of handcuffs to be slipped over Cyram's wrists. Then, some tugging and shuffling with the knot tightens the loops until he eliminates the slack in the rope, and a stopper knot—another slight struggle—locks it all into place.
Finally, he takes the remaining trailing ends of the rope and gives them a sharp tug. Whether Cyram pitches forward or not, it's his signal that he's finished. ]
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so you know how to do all that stuff?
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but yeah.
i'm decent at all of it.
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how to do tying
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（ didn't have that one on the list today, but he'll roll with it. ）
okay.
hands on?
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（ bless the fact this is text so the absolute desert drip on that statement does not carry (easily). ）
you can tie me up. better to learn on a real person anyway bc things like pinch/pressure points can't be easily explained w/just diagrams.
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fine
when/where
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bc im feeling like if i suggest a place and you don't like it you're going to murder me in my sleep or smth
but hey i like to live dangerously, let's do a private room at the naked yolk in, oh
three hours?
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but I know what I'm asking for
[ and the reality that they're both rank threes... ]
3 hours
[ he'll be there, not exactly punctual, in a t-shirt and a pair of joggers. ]
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which: fine. he's never really cared about that sort of thing, anyways.
but for now, he's there waiting. for the sake of not losing the time out of his memory, he goes as soon as they talk, and arranges a room, and lets the attendant know to let tomura in once he arrives. the room itself is small, with naked industrial beams across the ceiling and hooks that are arranged in helpful places. there's a bed in one corner with a metal frame and plenty of areas to make tie-offs, and a desk in one corner. a rug — lightly frayed — offsets the sterility of the room, but only barely.
time isn't something he pays much mind to anyway, so in the time before tomura's arrival he spends his setting up hanks of different coloured ropes in soft quarter-inch jute so it's easier to differentiate which rope is tied where. they've been tossed down on the bed, and cy's sitting at a desk that is definitely more for teacher/student spanking larp (based on all the d-rings situated in key areas to tie someone down, anyway) than for actual work whenever tomura enters.
cy's casually dressed in clothing that skews comfortable, dark colours that will contrast the rope. tomura gets one hand lifted in casual greeting. ）
Room's ours for six hours, so we should be able to cover most of the easier stuff. Do you know any knots on your own?
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The room Cyram's selected for them is met with the same reaction once he lets himself in. His eyes skate over the sex furniture like it's nothing more than your average IKIA desk, and he ends up more or less skimming over Cy as well, apart from brief recognition that the man is here. Then his eyes land on the array of rope spread out on the bed, and there his gaze finally lingers, considers the items in front of him.
Six hours, huh? To him, it sounds like plenty of time. ]
What kind of knots? [ He finally turns towards Cy now, after approaching the bed and leaning a hip against the metal support. ] Like for hostages, I guess.
[ He shrugs, careless. Might as well speak frankly. ]
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（ is the only answer that statement gets, and then cy leans one elbow on the desk so he can better lever himself sideways to look at him. ）
Okay. Show me how you'd do that.
（ he stands up, pushing the chair back in under the desk neatly before coming over to the bed where tomura's standing hipshot there. he sorts through the ropes and grabs the red one, holding it out for tomura to take. whatever the guy chooses to do, he'll find cy a pliant and willing 'hostage' to being bound. mostly, he just wants to see what he's done in the past, and if there's anything he needs to unlearn that isn't just being an edgy little shit. ）
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He goes for a simpler option, one that doesn't involve any furniture. Manipulating the rope is more of a struggle than it used to be, less the three fingers on his left hand and yet retaining his habit of not touching anything with all digits on his right. The concentration needed makes him frown, though the rope gradually shapes into a loose pair of handcuffs to be slipped over Cyram's wrists. Then, some tugging and shuffling with the knot tightens the loops until he eliminates the slack in the rope, and a stopper knot—another slight struggle—locks it all into place.
Finally, he takes the remaining trailing ends of the rope and gives them a sharp tug. Whether Cyram pitches forward or not, it's his signal that he's finished. ]