[ teej: we could do this thing relating to the plot maybe us: or we could bully emet
anyway we're back at the crystalline apartment. vax is tipsy as hell from a very successful never have i ever game, and still dressed in percy's clothes, glasses sliding down his nose. he leans back against the closest wall, half stumbled, and just seems pleased as punch. ]
Hahhh, that was fun. [ a very nice pre death sendoff. ]
[emet-selch is-- well, so large that it's hard for alcohol to get to him, but as long as they were playing... he feels the effects a bit. just enough. his cheeks are slightly pink--
though, well, it's up in the air if that's fully from the alcohol or if it's partially from their outfits. send help. he just reaches over to steady vax.]
[ emet bullying will happen and i am looking forward to it.
but here's percy still wearing black leather and feathers. he's abandoned the plastic knives, and instead is humming happily, his ears and cheeks incredibly pink. ]
Come on—one foot in front of the other.
[ he'll slink under an arm to help give him a bit more stability with an arm around his waist. ]
[ quit it, he says, like he is bothered by this at all. he will let percy hook an arm around him and lean into emet when he comes close, his left arm slithering around to hook around him too and catching in the back of his robes. no escape. ]
Very fine. [ heh ] Freddy's not so bad either. Right?
... Should dump you in the shower and spray you with cold water. You're lucky we're feeling charitable.
[ but he's helping emet find a place to settle vax down. he's already giving him the full knife pat down ahead of time in case he falls asleep like this. ]
I hate leather pants... how do you even wear these regularly?
[ vax just allows this, honestly. he drops down to sit wherever they sat him, manspreading all over the place, and holds out his arms. in your pat down you will find five (5) lisa frank knives, three (3) glass daggers and three (3) exacto knives. one of these is in his boot. ]
I told you, I'm fine, I'm fine. [ sheesh. he reaches up and pushes his percy glasses back up his nose, sitting back and putting his weight on one arm. ]
's not that hard. Iunno how you dress like this all the time. Feel like I'm dying.
[ as he's moving to undo like two buttons on this shirt. tiddies. ] They look alright on you, though. 's a good look. Make your ass look less flat.
[ he rolls his eyes. vax's assortment of blades clatter in a pile on the table as one by one he de-knives vax until he's certain there are none left. tossing the last one in his boot to the side, he slowly gets up and leans forward to push some of his hair from his face and kiss him on the forehead.
and ig he'll cast a look down at ur tiddies bc they're there, you stupid rat, before glancing at emet. ]
It wasn't a bad idea... I don't hate it.
[ and he's lifting up to go and shrug out of this stupid cloak vax your layers. ]
[ he has been de-knived. no longer sharp! he'll take the forehead kiss with little complaining, too, closing his eyes and tipping his head up into it and reaching up to touch while he's there, curling his fingers in the raven skull necklace to hold him there for a second. tipsy and with a six on my roll he does not, in fact, see percy checking out his tiddies. ]
Feel like I should be acting proper. Sitting up straighter. [ with a sly little grin. he peers around percy for a moment at emet and his pink cheeks. ] Maybe swinging a gun around.
[ don't make that sound illicit. he winks and releases percy to let him strip out of his cloak, sitting backwards a little further and slouching just to be contradictory. big bisexual disaster energy vibes. ] Didn't somebody ask to leave that on?
[his expression softens, slightly, as he watches percy kiss vax on the forehead. he's probably also sneaking a glance at vax with that unbuttoned shirt, do not @ him.
as percy sheds his cloak and vax slouches into place, emet-selch sits next to him, reaching over to prod him in the back. yes, sit up straight (as straight as he ever gets, anyway.]
-neither of you can blame me for the request, I should think.
[ percy takes a seat as well, tucking himself under one of emet's arms and pressing his alcohol-hot face to his shoulder with a laugh. his hand comes up to pat emet's chest softly. ]
as emet prods him in the back, vax does straighten up just briefly, reaching up to run a hand back over his loose hair to slick it back from his face. you are simply asking him for mischief. ]
Me too. [ vax tilts his head back, pushing the fake glasses up his nose. ] If you liked it that much.
[ he takes one of the feathers he's tucked behind his ear, dark and iridescent, and very lightly tucks it behind emet's ear, letting his touch linger just a bit. ]
[ oh this is real bullying emet hours. vax's expression shifts into something more mischievous - he pushes himself back up to easily plaster against emet's other side, under his other arm.
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us: or we could bully emet
anyway we're back at the crystalline apartment. vax is tipsy as hell from a very successful never have i ever game, and still dressed in percy's clothes, glasses sliding down his nose. he leans back against the closest wall, half stumbled, and just seems pleased as punch. ]
Hahhh, that was fun. [ a very nice pre death sendoff. ]
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though, well, it's up in the air if that's fully from the alcohol or if it's partially from their outfits. send help. he just reaches over to steady vax.]
Careful-- do not fall over.
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but here's percy still wearing black leather and feathers. he's abandoned the plastic knives, and instead is humming happily, his ears and cheeks incredibly pink. ]
Come on—one foot in front of the other.
[ he'll slink under an arm to help give him a bit more stability with an arm around his waist. ]
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[ quit it, he says, like he is bothered by this at all. he will let percy hook an arm around him and lean into emet when he comes close, his left arm slithering around to hook around him too and catching in the back of his robes. no escape. ]
Very fine. [ heh ] Freddy's not so bad either. Right?
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[he mutters, nudging at him.]
Shut up and sit. Percy, help me move him.
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[ but he's helping emet find a place to settle vax down. he's already giving him the full knife pat down ahead of time in case he falls asleep like this. ]
I hate leather pants... how do you even wear these regularly?
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I told you, I'm fine, I'm fine. [ sheesh. he reaches up and pushes his percy glasses back up his nose, sitting back and putting his weight on one arm. ]
's not that hard. Iunno how you dress like this all the time. Feel like I'm dying.
[ as he's moving to undo like two buttons on this shirt. tiddies. ] They look alright on you, though. 's a good look. Make your ass look less flat.
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[his face is slightly pinker at this entire discussion. god.]
...they do suit you well enough, however. Both of you.
[they look good in their outfit swap ok.]
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[ he rolls his eyes. vax's assortment of blades clatter in a pile on the table as one by one he de-knives vax until he's certain there are none left. tossing the last one in his boot to the side, he slowly gets up and leans forward to push some of his hair from his face and kiss him on the forehead.
and ig he'll cast a look down at ur tiddies bc they're there, you stupid rat, before glancing at emet. ]
It wasn't a bad idea... I don't hate it.
[ and he's lifting up to go and shrug out of this stupid cloak vax your layers. ]
slaps your internet
Feel like I should be acting proper. Sitting up straighter. [ with a sly little grin. he peers around percy for a moment at emet and his pink cheeks. ] Maybe swinging a gun around.
[ don't make that sound illicit. he winks and releases percy to let him strip out of his cloak, sitting backwards a little further and slouching just to be contradictory. big bisexual disaster energy vibes. ] Didn't somebody ask to leave that on?
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as percy sheds his cloak and vax slouches into place, emet-selch sits next to him, reaching over to prod him in the back. yes, sit up straight (as straight as he ever gets, anyway.]
-neither of you can blame me for the request, I should think.
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[ percy takes a seat as well, tucking himself under one of emet's arms and pressing his alcohol-hot face to his shoulder with a laugh. his hand comes up to pat emet's chest softly. ]
I suppose I can keep it on for a bit longer.
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as emet prods him in the back, vax does straighten up just briefly, reaching up to run a hand back over his loose hair to slick it back from his face. you are simply asking him for mischief. ]
Me too. [ vax tilts his head back, pushing the fake glasses up his nose. ] If you liked it that much.
[ ... ] For now, anyway. [ :3c ]
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after a few startled moments of hesitation, he drapes an arm around percy in turn.]
...yes, well, I expect you will have to sleep eventually, if naught else.
[yeah. definitely that.]
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[ he takes one of the feathers he's tucked behind his ear, dark and iridescent, and very lightly tucks it behind emet's ear, letting his touch linger just a bit. ]
So we have time yet.
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always comes down to time, doesn't it? ]
What he said. No sense in wasting it.
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he's distracted, though, by having them on either side of him, pressed close, and just-- inhales a slow breath. this is fine.]
Well. We may-- discuss recent happenings, I suppose, or-- no, you have certainly drunk too much for proper discussion.
[he's not blind, he Knows what they mean, arms settling around them both.]