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Who: Anyoneeee, door's open as always
When: Day 47, early evening
Where: Sparkles
What: Responsible adults

[While we were all too busy having truth-filled Feelings, we neglected to make secure dinner plans. This is what leads to a search through the kitchen for whatever they have laying around.

... He comes up with several bottles of booze and not much else.]

Er. So. I guess this is dinner...

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[Resting his chin on the table, tapping the pot idly]

General sense. Though I wouldn't rule out the second one, either.

I HAVE been trying to work on that privacy thing a bit.

[Finally, he squooshes out of the pot and half curls up on the table, skin shifting colors almost idly.]

My, that was good... I wonder if it should carry over.

[Tilting his head to look at you]

Frankly, it would be amusing to see.

...

Hang on... this would be embarrassing and possibly painful to get wrong.

[A beat, another. A VERY SQUIDDY LOOK OF CONCENTRATION.

AND SWIRLPOOF. Ptou's sitting on the table, rosy cheeked and swaying a little.]

[.........

pulling you down off the table before you knock everything off of it]

Well done. I give it an eight.

[STUMBLE, leaning and laughing.]

Just an eight? I for one am quite proud of me.

[SUPPORTING. Gosh this is like the zen syrup only more hilarious]

Ten would have been if you somehow retained the color shifting thing.

I....

[There's a pause. Where he's VERY OBVIOUSLY TRYING.]

...

Noooottt without reworking cellular structure.

... I wonder if I COULD do that...

...

......

No... Just don't...

It wouldn't be THAT hard, I mean, pigmentation is already sort of built in...

Don't drink and shapeshift, Ptou. It's dangerous.

I.

Yes. Probably. I'll try it later if it still seems like a good idea.

... I would rather you didn't. You look just fine the color you are.

...

Then why is it a grading factor?

Because I don't feel like giving you a ten and needed an excuse.

[He seems to be considering that.]

...

Well. Fair enough.

[Now is probably the time to take you over and deposit you on the couch before you topple one or both of us over :|a]

[He laughs and pulls you with him.]

[TODAY, there is no tsunning or resisting. In fact he goes down with you quite amiably, twisting his fingers in the fabric of your sleeve]

[Oh good, then I'll just kiss you right out here in the living room.]

[Alcohol and truth means I have no fucks to give. KISSING RIGHT BACK]

[Yes. GOOD. Lets enjoy this.]

[BUT AT SOME POINT HE, at least, needs to breathe, and. Well. Unfortunate status effects.]

-- I'm pretty sure we shouldn't be doing this out here, not that I'm complaining, I'm definitely, definitely not complaining, actually I wish you would do that more often, but it's crowded and also we have guests, so--

[SLAPS A HAND OVER HIS MOUTH]