except it's touch week so the urge to reach out is there, to just pull him in instead of holding hands, but he is still holding out where he can. stubborn.]
[ he will not do that! in fact, he will get closer, still like an annoyance but also because he's already holding his hand and it's touch week. he's frankly lucky he doesn't have a bird in his lap at the moment because he is enjoying teasing him. ]
funny because he super doesn't! but he doesn't say anything to it, just laughs a little. ]
"Not the worst" feels more right, actually. [ but he will stop leaning into his space and just drop down, now, slumping into the couch and leaving pretty much no space between them. equally dryly: ] High compliment, though. Thanks.
[ sitting there for a moment, vax looks at emet. the heavier words go unsaid - he's not alone in that, either. acceptance is something that vax still struggles with daily, but it doesn't have to be that difficult.
.... ]
...Mm. [ he seems to accept this answer, thoughtful, and then frowns. ] ..y'know, I better go check on Yasusada.
[ ... there's just a moment where there's a flash of mischief on his face - blink and you'll miss it. as revenge from thursday, maybe, after an absolutely disastrous weekend, with the remains of an effect firmly in place, vax moves quickly - he darts upwards, puts his right hand on emet's further cheek, then pulls his face close and gives him a big, fat kiss on the closer cheek, squishing his face a little bit in the process.
[--and then he's cut off by that cheek smooch, that word shifting to a startled and decidedly undignified sound. he would undoubtedly be embarrassed by it, if he were really registering that at the moment.
he's too flustered to do anything before vax has already bounced off the couch, surprise still clear on his face, a dusting of red across his nose and cheeks, the tips of his ears.
and when he's stopped bluescreening, from behind vax on his way out:]
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Iunno, what am I implying.
[ stop ]
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[he mutters, making a face.]
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Not the first time I've heard that one. [ (distantly, percy voice: i dont know why i tolerate you) ] 'cause I'm a delight, probably.
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[huffs. stop being in his space!
except it's touch week so the urge to reach out is there, to just pull him in instead of holding hands, but he is still holding out where he can. stubborn.]
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Yeah? See, you like me, though.
[ mr forehead kiss ]
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[dry, with a roll of his eyes. stop do not perceive whatever that was...]
I will grant you only that you are not the worst company here.
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funny because he super doesn't! but he doesn't say anything to it, just laughs a little. ]
"Not the worst" feels more right, actually. [ but he will stop leaning into his space and just drop down, now, slumping into the couch and leaving pretty much no space between them. equally dryly: ] High compliment, though. Thanks.
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[stop being a huge (literally) fucking tsun, emet-selch. he doesn't push vax away when he settles.]
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Seems like a pretty resounding "I like you" from you, actually.
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[just take the compliment "that's not much of a compliment the way he said it" it COUNTS.]
Fine. Say what you will.
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he laughs, though, a soft chuckle in his chest, and tips his head, raising an eyebrow, pleased. ]
Are you capable of accepting something?
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[being trapped here. what he's been told of his future.]
But not everything.
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.... ]
...Mm. [ he seems to accept this answer, thoughtful, and then frowns. ] ..y'know, I better go check on Yasusada.
[ ... there's just a moment where there's a flash of mischief on his face - blink and you'll miss it. as revenge from thursday, maybe, after an absolutely disastrous weekend, with the remains of an effect firmly in place, vax moves quickly - he darts upwards, puts his right hand on emet's further cheek, then pulls his face close and gives him a big, fat kiss on the closer cheek, squishing his face a little bit in the process.
and then springs off of the couch. ]
See you tomorrow, big guy.
[ and with a wink, vax turns to go head out. ]
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[--and then he's cut off by that cheek smooch, that word shifting to a startled and decidedly undignified sound. he would undoubtedly be embarrassed by it, if he were really registering that at the moment.
he's too flustered to do anything before vax has already bounced off the couch, surprise still clear on his face, a dusting of red across his nose and cheeks, the tips of his ears.
and when he's stopped bluescreening, from behind vax on his way out:]
This is precisely why--!!
[INTOLERABLE!]