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Who: Slick
When: Day 51, Morning
Where: Baths!
What: murder! and i guess bathing

[idk what YOU are doing, but slick has gotten tired of being holed up and has headed downstairs to clear the baths of any renegade bathmonkeys so that he can then enjoy himself in a warm hotspring

he is still at the part where here is trying to stab the suckers though]

How could there even be this many...

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[Get a grin for that. And he's not applying pressure to it.]

It isn't? Tell me. Is his room also arranged to match the color of your eyes.

[snort]

His majesty will not... Won't deal with gods at all. If I didn't he would have nothing.

[Running a thumb along his jaw.]

And you let him. Yes, he would survive without all these things, but I doubt he'd be as content as he is. He might be quite entertaining with nothing.

[humm. Grabs your wrist lightly, though it be more steadying than anything]

He wouldn't be different, just proud and... and cranky. You keep underestimating.

[Will stop and give close attention to the other's expression.]

Do I? My, I will try not to in the future.

It's rude. [laughs] Hmn. He's very... very human. That's all you get.

I would hope so. I would be disappointed if he didn't bleed red.

[hmmm pats your cheek again and then it moves into your hair very lightly, idly scratching]

...how long has it been..? Since you had something you didn't want to break.

A year or two. And I can only think of one specifically. But you have a few, don't you?

[Removes his hands from your throat in order to capture the hand in his hair. He brings it down so he can place a kiss on the knuckles.]

[well i am officially drunk enough that that is more distracting than weird

i am aware. that i am that drunk.

hrrn]

.....I guess so.

Do you miss it?

[He doesn't push farther and simply holds that hand.]

[make nonspecific questions are hard to answer when thinking is not easy

takes

a sec

...]

.....'Joyd'?

He's troublesome as often as he is not.

Loving something and wanting to break it at the same time.

[hrrrgh, pulls his hand away and presses it to his own forehead]

Sometimes, hm... someways. You know, nothing's as ever 'as much' again. Even killing. Not the same. ....but I do like... like not wanting to kill the things I love so much.

Then it might be best if you stopped comparing. Your wish did come with some perks, but after something like that you can't expect it to be the same.

[He's slipping out from under the man's legs picking up both glasses as he does.]

[...flops back onto the couch once you evacuate it, taking up the whole thing]

...

[Filling both glasses with water and coming back standing over him and handing him one. The other he places within arm's reach.]

Are you worried you made the wrong decision?

[eyes the water dubiously

probably should

drink it

but then i would have to sit up

hrmm]

. . .

[it takes a moment to sort out what is being said]

No.

[=|aaaaaaa]

No, I guess.. ...I don't believe in 'right' or 'wrong' here.

[Shrugs off his coat and drapes it over Slick's middle and upper legs.]

Then take the spoils of your choice. I hear you have the respect and adoration of one Allen Walker. And you've got the eye and ear of the King of Heroes. And beyond that, people speak highly of you or at the least respect you.

[why are you being nice

ughhh

no that's worse cut it out

sits up and drinks his water deliberately]

[Backfire. Why are you still sulky?]

Alright. I will admit I am at a bit of a loss. Friends and love it seems I can't provide. You've got smokes and company. I suppose that leaves cards if you wish to play. Well, and sex, but I think that's better left when you are bit more sober.

[I don't understand why you are trying to make me feel better!!!

But okay i heard one thing there that might at this point be less complicated than trying to have any more conversation while i am too drunk to remember what things I am not saying to you.

Sooo grabs the front of your shirt and yanks you down and kisses you]

[Slick, dear, I do like you and interested in exploring this avenue someday but not when it is the result of a pity party from getting rejected by a god and being clubbed in the face with your own sorrow.

My standards are low, but still existent.

But then again, you being sad is really not pleasing at all.

Complying to both being pulled down and the kiss, but that is so he can slip and arm under your knees and back and pick you up off the couch.]

[it's not a pity party it's a coping strategy!! and also a god you can't talk to me if your tongue is busy strategy

and we are never having sex while i am sober

also what no breaks the kiss

why am i being picked up]

[You are getting picked up because I am trying to decide between tossing you in the moat or on the bed is a better strategy. Moat = more satisfying. Bed = closer.

Fine. Tossing you on the bed if you don't worm out of it first.]