How about another meme?

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

It's Monday night, why not?

Fun for awkwardness and/or kinkiness....

Here post somebody in, and the person who tags them? Congratulations, you're now handcuffed together. No keyholes and there's power dampeners to prevent those of you with magic/super strength to break them easily. How they come off? That's up to you, and your new partner to figure out!

Have fun!

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[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::He's almost out, aye. A few last drips and the cuff snaps.::

Bee, wahn-t off?

[morphitudinous]

[Whew.]

I'm mobile enough, and I think I'll be able to find a safe way to remove this myself. Can you do it without hurting me?

[Of course Renne wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He knew that.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Rrrr-enne trrry. If Bee noh move no-thin-g.

::He's a touch nervous -- knowing his own temperature limit is all well and good. But a Human requires something a league ahead. Still, he could pull it off::

[morphitudinous]

Right. I'll be still, promise.

[He stills again, calling on the meditative techniques he'd picked up to keep balance.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Noh move no-thin-g.

::his voice is a wee bit stern there -- think what he did on himself was delicate? That's nothing compared to now.

A deep breath later, Renne positions three fingers on the cuff, almost paranoid of touching flesh or cloth. This paranoia isn't ill founded either, once the temperature slowly begins to rise where his fingers are::

[morphitudinous]

[Nothing's moving. Not even his thoughts, which are deliberately kept quite still. He's taking this very seriously.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Which is good. By degrees, the temperature of his fingers increases, and by contact, so does the cuff::

[morphitudinous]

[He trusts Renne completely. He can't allow any anxiousness about being burned to...well, cause a burn. Time to be patient and lay his health in another's hands.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::He's paranoid enough about this. Very paranoid. Once the cuff begins to actually become malleable, the imp's other hand/paw comes under it in preparation. When the thing liquiefies, he'll be damned if any of that touches Billy::

[morphitudinous]

[Billy worries slightly about Renne's safety at that, but if he moves, it will be disastrous. Staying still, even if it's getting difficult to.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::By now, he's nibbling his lip just a little. Nervous? You could say that. But, he keeps on, pretty much ignoring the liquefying substance of the cuff drip-drip-dripping onto his free paw. This is Renne here; he thrives off of heat.::

[morphitudinous]

[Renne has his friend's complete trust. They're going to pull through this. It's okay. He repeats this over and over.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Drip. Drip. Clink.

Holding perfectly still to let the substance safely cool, the imp gives a little grin. The clink is a good sound, yes, and there's a distinct lack of cuff where his fingers had touched::

[morphitudinous]

[Slow grin.]

Let me know when it's clear, all right?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Is ahl-mosst done.

::Chirp. Another minute or so and the cuff won't be dangerous to touch::

Eee. Naow.

[morphitudinous]

Got it.

[A tip of his wrist and it's finally off. Phew. Huge smile of relief.]

Are you all right?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eey-ess. Bee?

::Chirp. Sigh of relief::

[morphitudinous]

Perfect.

[He reaches forward with his now-free hand and tousles the hair in front of him fondly.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Hee!

::Giggle. Of course, this earns a gentle pouncing::

[morphitudinous]

Thanks again.

[Quick hug.]