I'm not supposed to be here… Surely this transporter can return me to where I came from.
[Kain says this to no one in particular in a low, annoyed tone. With his arms folded, he's watching the scenery pass by outside as they're brought around on that little tour of this world. The more he sees, the less he wants to be here. This society's ways are… pretty uncomfortable for him, to say the least. The sooner he can figure out how to leave, the better.]
[He shifts around a bit, trying and failing to hide the obvious mark that he's ended up with. There must be a way to leave this place, there must be. Maybe if he just stays on this train indefinitely, he'll end up somewhere else.]
Table It For Later
[Kain watches the meeting unfold with a great deal of uncertainty. He still doesn't feel as if he truly belongs here. After all, he already has someone he has feelings for, even if those feelings can't be returned. It's also just strange to him how open this world is about sexuality. As someone very private about such urges, he's not used to seeing it all on display like this.]
[Then there's the role that he's been assigned. A submissive. Why did they give him such a role? Is there a good reason for it, is there something… something they've seen in him? Do they know all about what he'd done, what had been done to him? Does this mean something? After watching the demonstration and having a pamphlet shoved in his hands, he feels even more awkward, reddening as he flips through it. The pamphlet is all about being a submissive, of course, depicting images of submissives tied up, handcuffed, and in other various compromising positions, giving hints and tips for how to be the best sub possible.]
[No, it can't be for him, this can't. There's just no way. Of course, there is some part deep down that's curious, the part of him who's always wanted someone else to take control… though he definitely will have a hard time admitting it.]
Kain Highwind | Final Fantasy IV/Dissidia 012 | Submissive
Lies Travel In Company
I'm not supposed to be here… Surely this transporter can return me to where I came from.
[Kain says this to no one in particular in a low, annoyed tone. With his arms folded, he's watching the scenery pass by outside as they're brought around on that little tour of this world. The more he sees, the less he wants to be here. This society's ways are… pretty uncomfortable for him, to say the least. The sooner he can figure out how to leave, the better.]
[He shifts around a bit, trying and failing to hide the obvious mark that he's ended up with. There must be a way to leave this place, there must be. Maybe if he just stays on this train indefinitely, he'll end up somewhere else.]
Table It For Later
[Kain watches the meeting unfold with a great deal of uncertainty. He still doesn't feel as if he truly belongs here. After all, he already has someone he has feelings for, even if those feelings can't be returned. It's also just strange to him how open this world is about sexuality. As someone very private about such urges, he's not used to seeing it all on display like this.]
[Then there's the role that he's been assigned. A submissive. Why did they give him such a role? Is there a good reason for it, is there something… something they've seen in him? Do they know all about what he'd done, what had been done to him? Does this mean something? After watching the demonstration and having a pamphlet shoved in his hands, he feels even more awkward, reddening as he flips through it. The pamphlet is all about being a submissive, of course, depicting images of submissives tied up, handcuffed, and in other various compromising positions, giving hints and tips for how to be the best sub possible.]
[No, it can't be for him, this can't. There's just no way. Of course, there is some part deep down that's curious, the part of him who's always wanted someone else to take control… though he definitely will have a hard time admitting it.]
I don't think I was meant for this…