Bracelets for the soul

    "Eww, stop. We're not buying leggings. Ew. No." he sputtered, sighing internally at her apparent fashion deficiency. Looks like it'd be a long day, after all. He unconsciously started fiddling with the strap of Aberdeen's tank, tugging it off their shoulder as he continued to listen to Maicy's ultimatum, obviously not pleased with the thought of it. It'd take much more than that to compromise with him, for he was arguably the most difficult person in the entire experiment. A title like that isn't simply achieved by a few petty comments, and it sure as hell couldn't be broken with the promise of mall food. He was more peckish than hungry, anyway, and with the expected lightheadedness from the frequent portal-making slowly starting to creep up on him despite the date just having started, he'd much rather have a snack than a meal. Also, just who does she think she is, trying to barter with him? Shameless. His smile stretched wider at the thought.

    "First of all: sweetie, you were gonna buy me lunch regardless; that was non-negotiable. Secondly:" he argued, pressing her soulmate closer to his body and running his hands all over as he pouted at her. "I don't wanna~~~~...."

Aberdeen attempted to push themself off of Alti, their hands being pressed against his body as they were held tighter against him. Their hands gripped at the fabric as Alti began rubbing his hand on their body. Pink steam was gushing out of the hole in their neck, Aberdeen no longer being able to help it. This whole experience was all so new to them. And with each passing day, they became more and more confident that Maicy was indeed their soulmate, so....

Why haven't these feelings gone away? Aberdeen was reaching their breaking point. They either needed to somehow talk their way out of this, which was incredibly unlikely, or push themself off of Alti and risk the chance of their head coming off and exposing the fact they were supernatural to everyone. If alcohol wasn't effecting their system, they'd have pulled away ages ago.

At least, that's what they'd want to tell themself. "A-Alti!" They muttered. "H-how would Cyrus react to s-seeing this? Th-there are two other people w-watching right now! Th-they can tell him!" They attempted to threaten the man, hoping this would do something to stop him.

    Alti laughed at the couple's attempt to out him, the man letting go of the steam-spewing fighter only to then swiftly hook his arm around their waist to press their body against his. The free hand, haughtily waving at the girl's sudden spark of confidence dismissively, pointed at the former spy as his owner continued his hearty chortle. The threat didn't faze him in the slightest. How could it? She just gave it away! He looked to the snarky broad's side, Alti eyeing her purse menacingly as he knew inside held the source of the only case the foolish two would ever be able to muster in their efforts to get him to stop. In a split second, a portal appeared underneath the bag with a similarly-sized one appearing underneath Alti's condescending hand. He quickly snatched it up, holding it over both of the little ones' heads and shaking it giddily as if he had won something, trying to use that happiness to quell the pang of nausea that threatened to peer from the double-portals. 

    "AHAHAHAH, you connect the dots, honey~!" he rang as he swung away, "Can't tell on me without your phoooooooone~~~~~~~~"

"Oh you fucker! You mother fucker, c'mon!!!" Maicy growled as Alti took her phone away through that cheap portal bullshit.

It's also seems that Aberdeen is getting aroused by Alti, which is slowly making Maicy lose her confidence. Maybe it's just they're drunk.... right??? She then heard Aberdeen just wanted to Alti to let go. Right...?

"Wait..... I should've of thought of this earlier."

All the training and missions Maicy has been though....... this should be in good use. Maicy kneeled down for a moment, stood back up and began to run towards Alti. She tries to jump up so she can reach her phone from the man-child's hand.

    Alti sneered down at his prey's begging, seeing full well from the pink plumes of steam flowing from the cracks in their prosthetics that their 'wanting out' of his little game was a huge load. He twiddled the fingers on the hand full of the blushy bartender, testing their body for sensitivity in the allotted space his fingers were able to move freely in. "Ahh, don't be such a tightass, Aberdeen~" he mused lowly as he seductively smiled at their ticking time bomb of a face, "Loosen up a little, would ya'?" The snickering was suddenly cut off once he heard the sounds of steps barreling towards him, following by the retrieval of the purse from his grasp and what had to be the lamest one-liner ever delivered in the history of forever.

    Alti blinked at the snatch, slowly lowering his hand as he tried to stifle the laughter within. It didn't work, and the man was soon erupting with laughter, pointing at the former 'agent' who was probably feelin' herself way too much now for that retrieve. "Woooooooow, a secret agency that teaches their recruits to run and jump and reveal their identities in a public mall!!! Newsflash, Matilda:" he exclaimed, gesticulating as if he were about to reveal something huge, "it's not a secret anymore." He continued his wicked cackling. "Bet that company of yours got ran down to the ground if their agents are half as silly as you!! That catch? Ha! You could learn that shit in der Grundschule--" he stopped himself, faltering momentarily before he shakily raised his head back up at her. "U-uh I mean... p-primary school...." he stammered finally, albeit with a bit of an accent. The fuck was that? he wondered, his bewilderment prematurely snipped once the retired agent pressed her phone against her ear to further incriminate him. 


    His disparaging smile now replenishing, Alti listened to Maicy's 'threat', his mind running the bits of message he actually managed to catch through his broken haze. 'Man-handling Aberdeen'... Interesting choice of words, he thought, knowing full well how a message like that could be construed in the mind of a snarky pacifist such as his soulmate. Now you're starting to get it. he sneered internally, gesturing lightly with his free hand at his opponent before melodramaically pressing the back of it against his forehead and gasping loudly for all to hear.

    "OHHHHHH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~ YOU TOLD MY BOOOOOOYFRIEND ON ME. I'M SOOOOOOOOOO SCAAAAAARED!!!! Haha, now you're playing my game, bitch! Myyyyy tuuuuurn~" He beamed, the hand lowering and presenting itself to Maicy as if he were bartering with her. "Someone's forgetting that I still possess full access to their room," he reminded her, "so unless you want those precious granny clothes of yours on a one way ticket the the deepest, darkest, fieriest pits of Hell where they fucking belong, I suggest you disregard that message FOR me. I'll wait." he smirked. "It's your move~"
    

Aberdeen's body shook as Alti began to poke and prod the fighter's more sensitive areas. Which, to be fair, were very copious on their body with their aura stuck like this, given that was generally what the pink aura called for. Sensitivity and sensuality, despite it being with someone they were less than happy with. Especially since this whole 'game' was only meant to upset their soulmate and nothing more.

In voluntary moans began frequently escaping their lips as they struggled to do anything. What as left to do? The one thing that Aberdeen was almost positive would get the scantily clad man to stop had gone completely out the window, now that Maicy had called the message off. The fumes erupting from their neck were become more and more violent with the constant assault on their person, the fighter quickly becoming desperate.

"Altiiii!! Please, stop!! My head is going to burst!!" They shouted, oblivious to what that may or may not have sounded like. "Please!! What do you want!? What can I do to get you to stop!?"