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i'm sorry to report when he bolts upright she fuckin' laughs like a bully, just straight up. it's warm and a little giggly because she is tipsy.]
Hot and cold... [she teases, reaching to hold the back of his shirt.] First you can't keep your hand off me and now you're trying to run.
[you're going to make him explode]
i'm sorry to report when he bolts upright she fuckin' laughs like a bully, just straight up. it's warm and a little giggly because she is tipsy.]
Hot and cold... [she teases, reaching to hold the back of his shirt.] First you can't keep your hand off me and now you're trying to run.
[you're going to make him explode]
[LMFSKJDHG HELP WE JUST THREAD WEEK 0 FOR THE WHOLE GAME
THE BULLY LAUGH IS SO CUTE AND SHE IS CORRECT FOR IT!! He does, in fact, explode--rather, his emotions kind of puff up into a burst of static, his ears bright red.]
I--no! That wasn't--
[HYELP. He is such a top but right now you'd never believe it.
Less cute and funny are the other emotions tangled up in that flustered, tipsy embarrassment--threads of guilt and conflict woven through, and the sensation of withdrawal, not unlike a stray dog creeping backward into an alley.
flurry — 02/05/2024 6:18 PM
PIXI LIKE IM GONNA RUN BUT HEY
He has, however, somehow convinced himself that she's drunk enough to need fussing even if she already told him to stop, so right now what this means is that he just kind of sits here and vibrates in place as he tries to decide how to flee and stay here to watch over her simultaneously]
THE BULLY LAUGH IS SO CUTE AND SHE IS CORRECT FOR IT!! He does, in fact, explode--rather, his emotions kind of puff up into a burst of static, his ears bright red.]
I--no! That wasn't--
[HYELP. He is such a top but right now you'd never believe it.
Less cute and funny are the other emotions tangled up in that flustered, tipsy embarrassment--threads of guilt and conflict woven through, and the sensation of withdrawal, not unlike a stray dog creeping backward into an alley.
flurry — 02/05/2024 6:18 PM
PIXI LIKE IM GONNA RUN BUT HEY
He has, however, somehow convinced himself that she's drunk enough to need fussing even if she already told him to stop, so right now what this means is that he just kind of sits here and vibrates in place as he tries to decide how to flee and stay here to watch over her simultaneously]
[yeah staples you to this post
IS HE A TOP I'M NOT SURE I BELIEVE THAT. anyway, he gets embarrassed, and she's very amused by that. it's not that she doesn't feel the threads - the guilt, the way he wants to get away, but she doesn't quite know what to do with it. when she feels something like that, she does not allow it. so. if it upsets him, she trusts him to tell her no.
she just watches him agonize for a second, and impulsively brushes his hair out of his face.]
Drink more water, Luke.
IS HE A TOP I'M NOT SURE I BELIEVE THAT. anyway, he gets embarrassed, and she's very amused by that. it's not that she doesn't feel the threads - the guilt, the way he wants to get away, but she doesn't quite know what to do with it. when she feels something like that, she does not allow it. so. if it upsets him, she trusts him to tell her no.
she just watches him agonize for a second, and impulsively brushes his hair out of his face.]
Drink more water, Luke.
[Looks at Luke's lore looks out the window... sometimes you're a top but it's complicated... death is now a prerequisite quest for this tragic backstory, whomp whomp.
She is right that he'd tell her to stop if he really wanted to, though; and maybe that, too, is a little bit of the reason for that complex knot of emotion. The fact that he doesn't--that he lets her push his bangs away, that he obediently lifts his water bottle and drinks from it like she says--only worsens that knot, but for now, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he simply lets her amusement fill the air between them, dampening the effects of his own.
He keeps himself upright, this time, toying with the water bottle.]
How's the coffee? [Safety redirection for safety...]
She is right that he'd tell her to stop if he really wanted to, though; and maybe that, too, is a little bit of the reason for that complex knot of emotion. The fact that he doesn't--that he lets her push his bangs away, that he obediently lifts his water bottle and drinks from it like she says--only worsens that knot, but for now, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he simply lets her amusement fill the air between them, dampening the effects of his own.
He keeps himself upright, this time, toying with the water bottle.]
How's the coffee? [Safety redirection for safety...]
[gazes
she tilts her head back, sorting through. the knot is concerning, in a distant sort of way, but she doesn't press. she's just enjoying what she has, for now. stealing away little moments, like she always does. she doesn't often get things like this.]
You're a master of your craft. [she tells him, bringing it up to sip.] I've been ruined for all other coffee.
she tilts her head back, sorting through. the knot is concerning, in a distant sort of way, but she doesn't press. she's just enjoying what she has, for now. stealing away little moments, like she always does. she doesn't often get things like this.]
You're a master of your craft. [she tells him, bringing it up to sip.] I've been ruined for all other coffee.
[It's fine it's fine it's fine... it's better that it goes unacknowledged, really, and his vibes and body language immediately relax. In fact, there's that stupid burst of pride again--WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SMUG. HE'S NOT A BARISTA!!!]
Pretty good, right? [HEHE] I promised Dahut I'd make drinks for him, to go with his baking. I'll make a fancier one next time!
[Even he isn't dumb enough to use a milk steamer when he's tipsy]
Pretty good, right? [HEHE] I promised Dahut I'd make drinks for him, to go with his baking. I'll make a fancier one next time!
[Even he isn't dumb enough to use a milk steamer when he's tipsy]
[aaaaa]
It wasn't like that. [Well. It kind of was, because the more he cares about someone, the more tightly he guards his secrets--he was never going to share it willingly. But at the same time, he remembers how much she opened up to him, how badly he'd wanted to get her home safely. Knowing that he'd failed her, specifically, is a regret that's nestled into his chest, right beside his illness.]
He lifts his hands, as if to reach out to her, then lowers them again, instead loosely gripping his arm as if to hold back.] It wasn't... supposed to get that bad so quickly. I thought I had more time.
It wasn't like that. [Well. It kind of was, because the more he cares about someone, the more tightly he guards his secrets--he was never going to share it willingly. But at the same time, he remembers how much she opened up to him, how badly he'd wanted to get her home safely. Knowing that he'd failed her, specifically, is a regret that's nestled into his chest, right beside his illness.]
He lifts his hands, as if to reach out to her, then lowers them again, instead loosely gripping his arm as if to hold back.] It wasn't... supposed to get that bad so quickly. I thought I had more time.
[well, listen, it's touch week, so if he reaches out, she reaches in return. she won't grab if he doesn't want to, but she offers a hand, at least.]
I wish you'd had more time. I wish... that all of you had had more time. [she exhales, slow.] But you aren't gone. That's more than I could ever ask for.
I wish you'd had more time. I wish... that all of you had had more time. [she exhales, slow.] But you aren't gone. That's more than I could ever ask for.
[you did your best
also wAUGH. the hug surprises her, but she's very okay with it - she laughs, just a little, and then buries her face against his shoulder, hugging him back. she's gotten better at touching, over time.]
No. [she mumbles.] It aches, sometimes. But I'm told that's normal.
also wAUGH. the hug surprises her, but she's very okay with it - she laughs, just a little, and then buries her face against his shoulder, hugging him back. she's gotten better at touching, over time.]
No. [she mumbles.] It aches, sometimes. But I'm told that's normal.
[Being het will do that to you. That was directed at Throné being touchy not at my tag formatting
His hold tightens a little at her answer, though, unhappy.]
I should've been there. [(He could not have been there anyway) (He doesn't know that)] But you've been... okay, otherwise?
[Apart from all her CR dropping like flies]
His hold tightens a little at her answer, though, unhappy.]
I should've been there. [(He could not have been there anyway) (He doesn't know that)] But you've been... okay, otherwise?
[Apart from all her CR dropping like flies]
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[Do it and join us we have (redacted) and (static noises)
He's quiet for a minute--then strokes her hair, just once, before he finally pulls back.]
I know. I wish you didn't have to. [That she could rely on someone else--that she didn't have to keep fighting, the way she does at home. The way she clearly has for so, so long.] But I never doubted you would.
He's quiet for a minute--then strokes her hair, just once, before he finally pulls back.]
I know. I wish you didn't have to. [That she could rely on someone else--that she didn't have to keep fighting, the way she does at home. The way she clearly has for so, so long.] But I never doubted you would.
[ah yes very enlightening
she leans a little into the touch, the way he strokes her hair - that's nice. when he pulls back, she looks like. exhausted. like she's finally kind of just letting herself not stand up straight in public. she takes what he says and holds it tightly, but... she doesn't know what to say to it. she doesn't have much room for wishing the past was different, these days. if she did, she'd just collapse.]
... I miss all of you. [she says, quietly.] The dead.
[a beat.] Well. Most of you. [three guesses as to who she doesn't miss]
she leans a little into the touch, the way he strokes her hair - that's nice. when he pulls back, she looks like. exhausted. like she's finally kind of just letting herself not stand up straight in public. she takes what he says and holds it tightly, but... she doesn't know what to say to it. she doesn't have much room for wishing the past was different, these days. if she did, she'd just collapse.]
... I miss all of you. [she says, quietly.] The dead.
[a beat.] Well. Most of you. [three guesses as to who she doesn't miss]
[Seeing that look on her face, he can't help but slide his hands down to take hers, leading her away to sit down somewhere more private. If she joins him, he'll wrap an arm loosely around her shoulders, which will be extremely funny in the moments when he glitches back to Woboji. Fortunately it is affection week so Throné doesn't have to do all the heavy lifting this time.]
We miss you too. [...Should he say this. Probably not. Says it anyway--] I'm pretty sure all of us would've been furious if you'd wound up on our side.
[SOMETIMES... BASICALLY EVERY DEAD PERSON IS VERY FOND OF SOMEONE...]
We miss you too. [...Should he say this. Probably not. Says it anyway--] I'm pretty sure all of us would've been furious if you'd wound up on our side.
[SOMETIMES... BASICALLY EVERY DEAD PERSON IS VERY FOND OF SOMEONE...]
[she does! he takes her hands, and she goes willingly - it's touch week, but she does seem a little more comfortable with being touched in general. sometimes you make friends with an extremely cuddly teenager and you get used to it.
she leans into the arm he has wrapped around her, and then kind of laughs at that last bit.]
... It's a strange feeling to know that I have that many people who care, but I'm not ungrateful. [she says, glancing at him with a little smile.] I made a promise to stay alive, so with any luck you won't see me there.
she leans into the arm he has wrapped around her, and then kind of laughs at that last bit.]
... It's a strange feeling to know that I have that many people who care, but I'm not ungrateful. [she says, glancing at him with a little smile.] I made a promise to stay alive, so with any luck you won't see me there.
[Snuggly teens save the world...
He seems content to stay like this, letting her rest against him. It's a poor substitute for true safety and protection, but if it's all he can offer, then it'll have to do.]
Good. [But he also doesn't want her to worry, so he adds--] It's not terrible, though. We're doing fine.
He seems content to stay like this, letting her rest against him. It's a poor substitute for true safety and protection, but if it's all he can offer, then it'll have to do.]
Good. [But he also doesn't want her to worry, so he adds--] It's not terrible, though. We're doing fine.
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