[He gets to his feet, rolling the Peanut-less shoulder with a grimace and flexing his hands. He doesn't sway, but there's definitely a woozy feeling to his vibes, still; it's obvious he's way more tipsy than he looks. HOW DARE THIS SHIP GIVE AWAY HIS SECRETS.]
He was very, very drunk, and was amazed by me being able to move my hand.
[she sounds amused. he stands, and she follows him - and this time, he can feel a sort of hesitation and then resolution, and she rests a hand on his arm.]
He's fine. You don't need to babysit. Come with me.
[She predicts correctly, since he immediately starts trying to pull in his focus, concerned--but the touch grounds him, and Scien has... .... .......WELL there's probably at least one other responsible person out there. Probably. IT'S FINE.]
Mess hall. I'm going to get you water. [a beat.] ... And me water.
[she doesn't move much closer or like try to help him walk, unless he really needs it. but she won't move her hand away! it'll stay there if he lets it.]
But he lets it stay!! And he's mostly steady, though he does, as they walk, list a little to the side; not enough to run into her, but enough that her hand serves as a true support. His thoughts are also far less guarded, a few stray ones drifting out.
Hope there's no undercover jobs... ... gave it away... ... no chilis for Peanut...
Please
Once they get to the mess hall, though, he blinks a few times, like he's just realized where they are. He lifts his left hand and rubs at his eyes, straightening up a little.]
Do you need a coffee? I can make some. [The fussing is back]
[she guides him! she's tipsy too, but she is way more used to this. a night of drinking and helping her companions back to their rooms is a very typical experience for her. it's familiar, and it almost puts her at ease. like a cat getting used to its new home.
she catches those thoughts here and there, but can't make sense of anything other than the peanut part.
also not the fussing!! she gives him a flat look.]
You can show me how to do it, if you want some. [stop trying to take care of everybody!!!]
[sorry about almost stabbing a guy to death on the mingle, luke, except not sorry because he grabbed her and wouldn't let go and she panicked like a dog tearing apart the furniture]
A license to make coffee? [what
oh my god she's going to try to follow him but she doesn't actually have access to the kitchen so she probably gets stopped, i think those are the rules.]
Also yeah he has Special Kitchen Access so he breezes right in hehe]
Don't worry! Barista Luke is here to satisfy you!
[OKAY
Anyway there's a bunch of cartoonish bangs and crashes and then an explosion--no just kidding it's normal kitchen noises. Actually, having something to do seems to have invigorated him; if she hovers around the door, she can probably hear him humming... Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Why.
No matter; soon enough, he comes back out!! In one hand, he's got a lovely cup of coffee--the other is tucking something into his pocket, and he's got an opened water bottle tucked under his arm. Despite his unsteadiness earlier, his hand is very steady, and he looks just. So proud of himself. ONCE AGAIN, NO MODESTY HERE.]
One coffee for Miss Throné!
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anyway she just stands here in the doorway. woman standing. she hears him humming - and doesn't. recognize the song, which is very funny, but. when he comes out, she is just that sort of like endlessly faintly amused vibe.
she will take the coffee.]
Did you drink water. [she says rather than asks, pointedly, bringing the warm cup up to her lips with both hands.]
[She drinks it and Luke rips off his mask to reveal he's Childe and poisoned it, completing the cycle
No just kidding. Once his hands are freed of the cup, he'll take the water bottle and shake it a little.]
I did, I did! I'll grab you one too. [THERE HE GOES AGAIN but only for a second, and he returns with a second, unopened water bottle for her. Maybe he will sit down now.]
And look, yes he does!! He MUST FUSS--at least while he's on his feet. When he's sitting, though, his energy slowly starts to settle again; it won't take long for that drowsiness to creep back in.]
Make sure to drink the whole thing... hangovers are the worst... [She could drink you under the table idiot]
Don't have one. [Tips over... leaning on her, slightly, because I have to torture you as much as possible while I still can.] Gave Margaret and Anise the room.
a long pause. she does not push him off of her, but instead shifts so that he falls over and is in her lap instead? is this what you wanted luke i bet it isn't]
[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.
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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]
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.]
[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...]
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She's not wrong that it's (probably?!) secret, though, so he groans a little, but he sits up, rubbing his hands over his face.]
Sorry, I'm up, I'm up. [For the moment.] I'm not much of a drinker.
[Yes that was obvious]
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Apparently not. [teasing!] You should actually drink water. You don't want to end up like Scien.
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What happened to Scien?
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[she sounds amused. he stands, and she follows him - and this time, he can feel a sort of hesitation and then resolution, and she rests a hand on his arm.]
He's fine. You don't need to babysit. Come with me.
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Alright. [Easily agreeable. Curious:] Where?
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Mess hall. I'm going to get you water. [a beat.] ... And me water.
[she doesn't move much closer or like try to help him walk, unless he really needs it. but she won't move her hand away! it'll stay there if he lets it.]
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I won't get sick.
[Thanks Luke
But he lets it stay!! And he's mostly steady, though he does, as they walk, list a little to the side; not enough to run into her, but enough that her hand serves as a true support. His thoughts are also far less guarded, a few stray ones drifting out.
Hope there's no undercover jobs... ... gave it away... ... no chilis for Peanut...
Please
Once they get to the mess hall, though, he blinks a few times, like he's just realized where they are. He lifts his left hand and rubs at his eyes, straightening up a little.]
Do you need a coffee? I can make some. [The fussing is back]
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she catches those thoughts here and there, but can't make sense of anything other than the peanut part.
also not the fussing!! she gives him a flat look.]
You can show me how to do it, if you want some. [stop trying to take care of everybody!!!]
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That doesn't stop him from attempting to march into the kitchen anyway though]
No way! M' Dahut's barista. [why did he say it like that] You'll see. I got a license. [not the licenses]
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A license to make coffee? [what
oh my god she's going to try to follow him but she doesn't actually have access to the kitchen so she probably gets stopped, i think those are the rules.]
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Also yeah he has Special Kitchen Access so he breezes right in hehe]
Don't worry! Barista Luke is here to satisfy you!
[OKAY
Anyway there's a bunch of cartoonish bangs and crashes and then an explosion--no just kidding it's normal kitchen noises. Actually, having something to do seems to have invigorated him; if she hovers around the door, she can probably hear him humming... Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Why.
No matter; soon enough, he comes back out!! In one hand, he's got a lovely cup of coffee--the other is tucking something into his pocket, and he's got an opened water bottle tucked under his arm. Despite his unsteadiness earlier, his hand is very steady, and he looks just. So proud of himself. ONCE AGAIN, NO MODESTY HERE.]
One coffee for Miss Throné!
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anyway she just stands here in the doorway. woman standing. she hears him humming - and doesn't. recognize the song, which is very funny, but. when he comes out, she is just that sort of like endlessly faintly amused vibe.
she will take the coffee.]
Did you drink water. [she says rather than asks, pointedly, bringing the warm cup up to her lips with both hands.]
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No just kidding. Once his hands are freed of the cup, he'll take the water bottle and shake it a little.]
I did, I did! I'll grab you one too. [THERE HE GOES AGAIN but only for a second, and he returns with a second, unopened water bottle for her. Maybe he will sit down now.]
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You don't -- [she starts, amused, but. he comes back, and when he does, she will help him sit down.] Thank you.
[takes the water bottle.]
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And look, yes he does!! He MUST FUSS--at least while he's on his feet. When he's sitting, though, his energy slowly starts to settle again; it won't take long for that drowsiness to creep back in.]
Make sure to drink the whole thing... hangovers are the worst... [She could drink you under the table idiot]
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You are fussing. Stop. [sits down next to him.] Do you ever stop moving?
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He is listing to the side again though]
Of course. I sleep five whole hours every day.
[Sound less proud of this terrible fact]
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[she says, dry as the desert. watches him slowly tip over.]
I'm not going to carry you to bed.
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a long pause. she does not push him off of her, but instead shifts so that he falls over and is in her lap instead? is this what you wanted luke i bet it isn't]
Then you can sleep on the floor out here.
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No, I gotta guard the door...
[
for like ten seconds before he realizes what's happened and bolts upright]
I'll see you later--!
[WOW LOOK AT THE TIME]
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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]
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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.
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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]
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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.
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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...]
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