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Who: Anyone
When: Day 115, Morning
Where: All over HQ
What: Mingle mingle

[ Being in the sky should mean a nice and bright full face of sunshine in the morning, right? ]

[ Well, maybe not this morning, seeing as there are bright purple glittery butterflies all over the windows, each one with a wingspan of a foot. Apparently the brief rainstorm sighted yesterday has blown them up from the forest below, and they seem intent on getting into HQ as quickly as possible, ducking away into dark places when they can get in through the breaches that still need patching on the lower levels. Those that're still outside start to smoke a little when the sun hits their wings. The smoke shifts and changes colors as it rises, going through the entire rainbow of colors before whisking away. ]

[ A familiar, tobacco-y smell to any habitual smokers... ]

[ But rainbow tobacco butterflies aside, it's quite a lovely day in the sky, Thusia. How you doin? ]

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What--! Who's allowing anything?

[Shifting on the back of the couch a bit so you definitely can't see his face (spoilers it's pink)]

Best not to make offers you do not wish accepted.

Yeah, about that...

Hmm . . . ?

[ AWKWARD ]

I need to be straight with you about something...

Aah? Well, please do.

[Instinctively looking away even though YOU ALREADY CAN'T SEE MY FACE orz]

You didn't... [mumble mumble]

I mean-- it was my fault, I [mumble mumble something communication?]

. . .

[ giving. him a moment. ]

[Well I will just carry on incoherently then like you heard be since you gave no indication otherwise]

I mean-- how could I even-- I'm always-- always thinking about you, you know even I started playing video games on my own, and I travelled the world-- I saw Greece and Persia too, anything I thought would replicate the feeling you left behind, and I searched for so long and-- and now you're just here and it seems too good to be true, like every moment I keep expecting to wake up back at home like this is all a dream...

. . . Waver . . .

[Ughhh]

... Sorry. I didn't-- [mean to get my gross feelings all over you? Mean to behave like a schoolgirl?]

I just... want you to know that I didn't pull away because I don't like you. It's completely, 100% the opposite. I like you so much that it's stupid. So-- it's because of that, that I don't want you to flirt with me, if it's just because-- because you can, or because of a game, or because you know I like you...

[ even if Waver is still looking away, he may still be able to feel that relentless stare at the back of his head ]

[Oh noooooooooo]

[Come on say something]

[Turning... around... slowwwwwlllyyyy...]

[Please don't be looking at my face, please don't be looking at my face]

[ he is SO looking at your face ]

If there is something you desire, Waver Velvet, why not find the courage to come claim it?

[Face is growing pink...

pinker...

red...

redder]

You--! You're so--! Aahh, fine! I'll make you regret saying that! I'll claim it but good!

[Balancing with his rear on the back of the couch, leaning down over it so he can clutch Rider's cape and kiss the heck out of that mouth]

[At least until he loses his balance from holding such an awkward position and completely falls forward over the couch, anyway]

[ yes well but here is the awesome thing about being a giant with super strength

it means you can catch your idiot retainer by the shirt

and stand you both up

and smack the fucking couch out of the way ]

[SQUEAK]

Rider...!

[THAT'S A LITTLE INTENSE]

[ALSO I HAD PLANS FOR THAT COUCH]

[ the couch was getting in the way of conquest.

regards him again for a moment before sliiiiding a hand around the back of his neck ]

You've my word, it is no game.

Edited 2013-01-26 09:15 (UTC)

[And then suddenly you might find your lips otherwise occupied as Waver Velvet stands on his tiptoes to kiss you, you bastard]

[ yes good job!!

ur kissing Rider

go waver velvet go

And basically it is all the things Waver spent a decade dreaming it would be-- Rider pressing at him with barely restrained insistence-- the calloused hand finding the small of his back as well, pulling him close-- the smell of sand and sweat and ozone that clings to him all the more intense up close ]

[I am sorry that all you get in return for this is tobacco breath.]

[Where did my cigarette even go anyway. Who knows. Not me. Don't care.]

[Putting a hand behind Rider's head, trying to pull him down further, kisses more than a little desperate.]

[ haha yes awesome. mouth conquest.

and stooping just a little so as not to pull Waver completely off his feet, though the option is being considered

also man that can't possibly be worse than pre-mouthwash hangover breath ]

[I don't even care man]

[I don't care that your breath tastes funky or I that I am getting major beard burn, none of that matters because I am kissing Rider and after I pause for breath, I am diving right back in again for round two]

[All the kisses]

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