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[Ah... she's really looking forward to seeing what he finds, but how do you express this...]
Thank you.
It would be nice if I didn't have to fight anymore, but I don't think I'll be able to avoid it forever. But if I have to, I'd prefer if it was for a good reason at least.
Thank you.
It would be nice if I didn't have to fight anymore, but I don't think I'll be able to avoid it forever. But if I have to, I'd prefer if it was for a good reason at least.
[ This heart will likely never see the light of date to anyone else (not even Subete), but sometimes an image is worth a thousand words. ]
Being away from the Foundation is a good start. And a good end would be one where they cease to exist.
[ ...this evening sure happened, didn't it? At least the rest of the night after tea was relatively uneventful (even with the parade of vegetarian dishes) if you ignored the lingering awkwardness of essentially pushing Saphir out of house and home, literally. It really didn't bother Hikage at all to be honest, and the movie as bizarre as it was (that sure was one take on Abraham Lincoln) proved a relatively pleasant backdrop for the low hum that had settled into his mind. A mix of jetlag, kicked up nostalgia, and turbulent emotions were one hell of a mix.
By the time they get back to the hotel and their room though, it's pretty much all coalesced into a haze of sleepiness. This suite is massive just like all their accommodations tend to be, and it's just a story of Hikage's life that he's getting used to it. The staircase was kind of novel, though. Maybe he'll check out the view tomorrow because right now all he wants to do is curl up in the blankets now that he's changed into sleepwear (top button undone of course because some things never change even past miasma and murder).
He wastes no time climbing into bed, half stifling a yawn. This has gotten somewhat normal too, though it usually takes the sweet taste of sake for them to have a repeat of that first night they spent together. ]
Shoes, bed...you? [ A repeat of that list with a sensible rearrangement, but it's really quite fitting given the state of his mind right now. It's also an invitation that he's willing to get close without explicitly stating it, because the past few hours of having to muffle his affection were enough. ]
By the time they get back to the hotel and their room though, it's pretty much all coalesced into a haze of sleepiness. This suite is massive just like all their accommodations tend to be, and it's just a story of Hikage's life that he's getting used to it. The staircase was kind of novel, though. Maybe he'll check out the view tomorrow because right now all he wants to do is curl up in the blankets now that he's changed into sleepwear (top button undone of course because some things never change even past miasma and murder).
He wastes no time climbing into bed, half stifling a yawn. This has gotten somewhat normal too, though it usually takes the sweet taste of sake for them to have a repeat of that first night they spent together. ]
Shoes, bed...you? [ A repeat of that list with a sensible rearrangement, but it's really quite fitting given the state of his mind right now. It's also an invitation that he's willing to get close without explicitly stating it, because the past few hours of having to muffle his affection were enough. ]
[Oh, it sure was an evening: more intense and demanding than, perhaps oddly, most of the ones they've spent in each other's or anyone else's company lately -- who would have thought that together they'd spend so much time in peaceful and leisurely pursuits like a couple of retired old men even with all the things crowding for their attention? (Of course, this doesn't account for all of their numerous shady side hustles, but shhhh.)
In fact, it's probably the most memorable evening since that first attempt at gyuudon, and they'd both spent this one almost as impaired -- if not with sake then with the lack of sleep, the somewhat intrusive company and far too much food for jetlag despite Subete's attempt at ordering something lighter on the stomach. (He. He tried.)
Maybe that's part of the nostalgia of it all and although Subete is about as exhausted (despite honestly not doing very much) -- he does remember the lights when they get in this time, and also remembers to dim them after, softly into the glitter of city lights once they both find the bed. Between the comforting darkness and the swish of his ridiculously swishy pajamas it's a little easier to miss the soft flush that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears as always, and even easier to overlook the flash of sleepy indulgence in his eyes as he regards their bedtime predicament. Not that there's a hesitation at this point: he's already shuffling his slippers off and slipping under the covers to curl close and warm.]
... Me, yeah. [it's harder to throw him off these days even if they're still settling into this brave and bizarre new pas de deux, but today has been, as established, a whole lot and his defenses are scattered everywhere at this point] Am I a pillow again? Hmm?
[The teasing is brief because he's taking advantage of the closeness to drop a kiss, two, the lightest flutters of contact. Hikage was certainly not the only one holding back today.]
In fact, it's probably the most memorable evening since that first attempt at gyuudon, and they'd both spent this one almost as impaired -- if not with sake then with the lack of sleep, the somewhat intrusive company and far too much food for jetlag despite Subete's attempt at ordering something lighter on the stomach. (He. He tried.)
Maybe that's part of the nostalgia of it all and although Subete is about as exhausted (despite honestly not doing very much) -- he does remember the lights when they get in this time, and also remembers to dim them after, softly into the glitter of city lights once they both find the bed. Between the comforting darkness and the swish of his ridiculously swishy pajamas it's a little easier to miss the soft flush that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears as always, and even easier to overlook the flash of sleepy indulgence in his eyes as he regards their bedtime predicament. Not that there's a hesitation at this point: he's already shuffling his slippers off and slipping under the covers to curl close and warm.]
... Me, yeah. [it's harder to throw him off these days even if they're still settling into this brave and bizarre new pas de deux, but today has been, as established, a whole lot and his defenses are scattered everywhere at this point] Am I a pillow again? Hmm?
[The teasing is brief because he's taking advantage of the closeness to drop a kiss, two, the lightest flutters of contact. Hikage was certainly not the only one holding back today.]
Edited 2020-07-02 12:46 (UTC)
[ There had been a reply of course for there almost always is one with them, but it's captured between their lips with little resistance. Sometimes it's easy to forget that new elements have been added to their dance, even as seamlessly as they fit. It's still bright and new after all, a different kaleidoscope of colors than he's ever seen before. Some rainbow halos are to be expected, but they're worth it. ]
Cheater. [ A long soft sigh as he shifts closer, to fill in the space between them in absence of a worded reply; or rather in search of one, as his thoughts were fluttered about just like the kisses. He's too tired to open his eyes again, but navigating this all in darkness and warmth is its own kind of fun. When he does settle in much the same position as their last memorable evening (with the welcome addition of actual pillows, blankets and appropriate attire), he does finally have something to add. He's pretty much nestled in the crook of Subete's neck at this point so his words are particularly breathy. ]
But you might not be the only pillow. You could just use me like the one you did that morning...
[ Is he trailing off because he's just like this, or in sleep? Both are fair, really. ]
Cheater. [ A long soft sigh as he shifts closer, to fill in the space between them in absence of a worded reply; or rather in search of one, as his thoughts were fluttered about just like the kisses. He's too tired to open his eyes again, but navigating this all in darkness and warmth is its own kind of fun. When he does settle in much the same position as their last memorable evening (with the welcome addition of actual pillows, blankets and appropriate attire), he does finally have something to add. He's pretty much nestled in the crook of Subete's neck at this point so his words are particularly breathy. ]
But you might not be the only pillow. You could just use me like the one you did that morning...
[ Is he trailing off because he's just like this, or in sleep? Both are fair, really. ]
Mmm, and who started it, exactly?
[It's true that he's starting to get a feel for exactly how to time these things, even if technically he doesn't mind Hikage running his mouth and in fact has minded it less and less as time went on -- and maybe that's just a symptom of whatever their relationship is supposed to be or how much Subete has flown off the racetrack of humanity, but it's hard to say whether he was on it in the first place.
In so many ways he's always had a foot off the beaten track; and maybe that's why he finds himself so off-balance when someone new is in step with him, when he can reach out and touch like this and be touched in return. Maybe it was a reminder to himself as much as it was a reminder to Hikage that it takes two to tango.
There is a laugh when Hikage finally finds his words, though -- muffled in dark hair given the position they've ended up in, Subete wrapping himself and his silly robes around him without a second thought because muscle memory sure is a thing and maybe that could be said for pillows too.]
That's a high-end offer, though. You do know how to drive a bargain.
[He doesn't drop into sleep immediately but he does let his eyes slide closed finally, the briefest pressure where his mouth is still tucked against Hikage's hair with that one stubborn tuft tickling his nose turning the laughter into something softer.
Ahh, it's warm here in a way he hardly recognizes, and maybe that's why it takes so much for them to get here. But what he'd reached out and grasped at fleetingly that first night is still true: he'd still like to keep this.
After a day like today, maybe that even makes a little more sense? Who knows.]
[It's true that he's starting to get a feel for exactly how to time these things, even if technically he doesn't mind Hikage running his mouth and in fact has minded it less and less as time went on -- and maybe that's just a symptom of whatever their relationship is supposed to be or how much Subete has flown off the racetrack of humanity, but it's hard to say whether he was on it in the first place.
In so many ways he's always had a foot off the beaten track; and maybe that's why he finds himself so off-balance when someone new is in step with him, when he can reach out and touch like this and be touched in return. Maybe it was a reminder to himself as much as it was a reminder to Hikage that it takes two to tango.
There is a laugh when Hikage finally finds his words, though -- muffled in dark hair given the position they've ended up in, Subete wrapping himself and his silly robes around him without a second thought because muscle memory sure is a thing and maybe that could be said for pillows too.]
That's a high-end offer, though. You do know how to drive a bargain.
[He doesn't drop into sleep immediately but he does let his eyes slide closed finally, the briefest pressure where his mouth is still tucked against Hikage's hair with that one stubborn tuft tickling his nose turning the laughter into something softer.
Ahh, it's warm here in a way he hardly recognizes, and maybe that's why it takes so much for them to get here. But what he'd reached out and grasped at fleetingly that first night is still true: he'd still like to keep this.
After a day like today, maybe that even makes a little more sense? Who knows.]
[ Drowsiness beats out all his other impulses but the thought does occur to him that both cheating and kissing are his fault. It's a funny realization that brings a smile to his lips that's likely lost in the bundle they've become, but tonight is a night for nostalgia in many ways.
Further words can wait, but he does manage a soft murmur (he's not passing up the opportunity to acknowledge his bartering skills even if he's barely lucid) and a sloppy kiss pressed where he can reach before he falls asleep pretty much instantly. That'll have to do in place of good night, but it is progress from their last attempt. ]
Further words can wait, but he does manage a soft murmur (he's not passing up the opportunity to acknowledge his bartering skills even if he's barely lucid) and a sloppy kiss pressed where he can reach before he falls asleep pretty much instantly. That'll have to do in place of good night, but it is progress from their last attempt. ]
[ Saying morning comes isn't quite appropriate, as it's vaguely the afternoon for his biological clock, but time does pass nonetheless. By the time he stirs the sun is just barely peeking from its own slumber and with all the ways he cocooned it's easy to ignore. Which is exactly what he does at first, but sleep has restored too much coherence to his mind. The thoughts he had muffled last night slowly start to trickle in: the statement he had taken as a challenge, the bang that had picked at a splinter buried deep in the past, and the despair he hadn't sought but had partaken in anyway.
The first is surprisingly easy to deal with: there wasn't any denying what they were at this point or any shame to go along with it. That's why he proclaimed it so boldly without any hesitation or room for any interpretation; he's never known how to back down and their relationship is no exception. All he sees around him is someone else, all he feels around him is someone else. The intimacy should make him want to bolt, but he's somehow found himself all mired in it instead. It's begun to fill in all his cracks and while sometimes he feels like he might drown, it wouldn't be the first time. And even still, he doesn't want to come up for air. The darkness is comforting, and this is where he's decided he belongs.
He is part darkness after all, and with everything that's happened in the past twenty years and then some, it's here to stay. The tides of miasma have receded and washed away, but the shadows that have nestled in his soul still live, merely covered by a layer of warmth ironically not unlike freshly fallen snow. Under the right conditions, in light of fireworks, they easily peek through. This is something he's also accepted, the events of last night tantalizing his tongue like an unexpected amuse-bouche. But he can afford to be picky these days, whether its for want of quality or just plain abstaining. He's not sure which of those fits last night yet, but it doesn't take much effort to push those thoughts aside.
The other thought proves more difficult. Although he hasn't been gifted with nightmares tonight (a prime reason for why he only seeks out contact like this on certain occasions), he feels like he would if he slept again. Any time he's reminded of his old life, his original life, carries that danger. And while it wouldn't be entirely impossible to move, he doesn't want to. So awake he stays, engaged in a stubborn battle between his past and present.
Hm, if he can reach his phone (he thinks he left it on the bedside table) then he can start planning his day from the comfort of their bundle. He wants to see Marona and he already has some nascent ideas to fill his evening with after. Hikage knows better than to speak given who his partner is, but maybe some jostling will go mostly unnoticed? He winds up speaking anyway, though it's purely accidental and a whisper. ]
These beds keep getting bigger...
The first is surprisingly easy to deal with: there wasn't any denying what they were at this point or any shame to go along with it. That's why he proclaimed it so boldly without any hesitation or room for any interpretation; he's never known how to back down and their relationship is no exception. All he sees around him is someone else, all he feels around him is someone else. The intimacy should make him want to bolt, but he's somehow found himself all mired in it instead. It's begun to fill in all his cracks and while sometimes he feels like he might drown, it wouldn't be the first time. And even still, he doesn't want to come up for air. The darkness is comforting, and this is where he's decided he belongs.
He is part darkness after all, and with everything that's happened in the past twenty years and then some, it's here to stay. The tides of miasma have receded and washed away, but the shadows that have nestled in his soul still live, merely covered by a layer of warmth ironically not unlike freshly fallen snow. Under the right conditions, in light of fireworks, they easily peek through. This is something he's also accepted, the events of last night tantalizing his tongue like an unexpected amuse-bouche. But he can afford to be picky these days, whether its for want of quality or just plain abstaining. He's not sure which of those fits last night yet, but it doesn't take much effort to push those thoughts aside.
The other thought proves more difficult. Although he hasn't been gifted with nightmares tonight (a prime reason for why he only seeks out contact like this on certain occasions), he feels like he would if he slept again. Any time he's reminded of his old life, his original life, carries that danger. And while it wouldn't be entirely impossible to move, he doesn't want to. So awake he stays, engaged in a stubborn battle between his past and present.
Hm, if he can reach his phone (he thinks he left it on the bedside table) then he can start planning his day from the comfort of their bundle. He wants to see Marona and he already has some nascent ideas to fill his evening with after. Hikage knows better than to speak given who his partner is, but maybe some jostling will go mostly unnoticed? He winds up speaking anyway, though it's purely accidental and a whisper. ]
These beds keep getting bigger...
I think someone will always have to deal with the SCPs.
But not necessarily the Foundation.
But not necessarily the Foundation.
The future is boundless.
[ This is no way is related to the way Subete talked about the rainbow art installation in O'hare airport, no siree. ]
[ This is no way is related to the way Subete talked about the rainbow art installation in O'hare airport, no siree. ]
[ Somewhere in the post tea party timeline, Gil gets a text. ]
Do you ever feel like a conquest yourself?
Do you ever feel like a conquest yourself?
A King does not allow himself to become a conquest. ๐
[ Someone has discovered a form of emojis that seems to have proven acceptable, however sparingly he'll use them. ]
However, as I understand it, you're not a King.
What has happened that has caused you to ask such a question, hm? Has someone dared to boldly show interest in you besides your Subete? Have you allowed them to take you as well, Hikage?
[ Someone has discovered a form of emojis that seems to have proven acceptable, however sparingly he'll use them. ]
However, as I understand it, you're not a King.
What has happened that has caused you to ask such a question, hm? Has someone dared to boldly show interest in you besides your Subete? Have you allowed them to take you as well, Hikage?
[ God Gil he was kind of joking wording it that way but you never change do you. He huffs at his phone but as he's still mastering stickers, it'll stay to himself. ]
I WAS a master once. [ How do you italics but he knows caps exists at least. Also he has a couple of issues with the rest of how Gil worded it but he'll let it slide because he just wants to vent. Just know many faces were made at his phone. ]
Saphir. And no I'm not interested in him, not anymore. Based on last night, it wouldn't have worked out anyway.
I thought I was clear with him when I left the Foundation. Kissing him then was a mistake.
I WAS a master once. [ How do you italics but he knows caps exists at least. Also he has a couple of issues with the rest of how Gil worded it but he'll let it slide because he just wants to vent. Just know many faces were made at his phone. ]
Saphir. And no I'm not interested in him, not anymore. Based on last night, it wouldn't have worked out anyway.
I thought I was clear with him when I left the Foundation. Kissing him then was a mistake.
So you were.
[ The joking part absolutely flew over his head...! Anyway, this was interesting to see from Hikage, because he remembered Saphir's undying loyalty, and how much he attempted to claim the crime for his own in order to shield Hikage from death. ]
I'll assume that you were simply...gracious enough to offer him a last kiss as recompense for not being able to properly return his feelings.
And yet, he still insolently came onto you last night even despite knowing you've had no interest in his person? Or so I'd ask, but I know that the Doctor isn't the type of person who'd dare have that kind of boldness. So enlighten me as to the circumstances.
[ The joking part absolutely flew over his head...! Anyway, this was interesting to see from Hikage, because he remembered Saphir's undying loyalty, and how much he attempted to claim the crime for his own in order to shield Hikage from death. ]
I'll assume that you were simply...gracious enough to offer him a last kiss as recompense for not being able to properly return his feelings.
And yet, he still insolently came onto you last night even despite knowing you've had no interest in his person? Or so I'd ask, but I know that the Doctor isn't the type of person who'd dare have that kind of boldness. So enlighten me as to the circumstances.
I was being honest with him in that I did like him at one point. But we were trapped in that house for twenty years and even if we were in stasis, he wasn't. And it was difficult to have a proper sense of anything until the end.
[ He didn't even realize he liked Subete as a person until week 4 trial? And then it took him until the epilogue to realize that it wasn't just the platonic way. ]
Saphir wanted me to come visit him because he says we're friends. He took in Marona too, and she's important to me. I wanted to see him too.
I didn't tell him I was bringing Subete, but I didn't know he wanted to come in the beginning. It was a mess from the minute we stepped in the door.
[ He didn't even realize he liked Subete as a person until week 4 trial? And then it took him until the epilogue to realize that it wasn't just the platonic way. ]
Saphir wanted me to come visit him because he says we're friends. He took in Marona too, and she's important to me. I wanted to see him too.
I didn't tell him I was bringing Subete, but I didn't know he wanted to come in the beginning. It was a mess from the minute we stepped in the door.
[ Oh my god, Hikage please. He's laughing irl.
The only reason he had an internal war at all was because twenty years ago he was a different person. Literally. And those memories that have returned were still fresh, so sometimes you get the impulse to do the things you used to or say the things you would've before.
But you're not that person anymore. So laughter for a moment would be the suitable reaction; it's for the best they can't see or hear each other right now. ]
So, sometime after you two had made it clear that there was no relationship to occur between you, you brought your lover with you without telling him. Hmm...normally I wouldn't see the problem, as long as neither of you two engaged in an unforgivable amount of PDA while the Doctor and that girl were in the same room. Then again, neither of you seemed the type; you two would be more inclined to save such embraces for more when you're alone.
I'm assuming the problem lay with the fact that Saphir just doesn't get along with your beloved. Is that it?
The only reason he had an internal war at all was because twenty years ago he was a different person. Literally. And those memories that have returned were still fresh, so sometimes you get the impulse to do the things you used to or say the things you would've before.
But you're not that person anymore. So laughter for a moment would be the suitable reaction; it's for the best they can't see or hear each other right now. ]
So, sometime after you two had made it clear that there was no relationship to occur between you, you brought your lover with you without telling him. Hmm...normally I wouldn't see the problem, as long as neither of you two engaged in an unforgivable amount of PDA while the Doctor and that girl were in the same room. Then again, neither of you seemed the type; you two would be more inclined to save such embraces for more when you're alone.
I'm assuming the problem lay with the fact that Saphir just doesn't get along with your beloved. Is that it?
What? Of course not. We save it for the bedroom.
[ ...it's easier to see just how he words things if he's typing them not saying them but. Ah hell, he'll keep it backspacing is a pain and he's kinda riding a doki high despite his need to vent. ]
I think he thought he still had a chance even though I made myself clear. But what you're saying is true, too. I don't get why it matters, and it's not like Subete antagonized him in any particular way. If anyone's at fault for that it's me, but I didn't like how he said it was surprising that we were "whatever we are".
[ ...it's easier to see just how he words things if he's typing them not saying them but. Ah hell, he'll keep it backspacing is a pain and he's kinda riding a doki high despite his need to vent. ]
I think he thought he still had a chance even though I made myself clear. But what you're saying is true, too. I don't get why it matters, and it's not like Subete antagonized him in any particular way. If anyone's at fault for that it's me, but I didn't like how he said it was surprising that we were "whatever we are".
But of course.
[ Sorry he's like this, Hikage. But then again, this was how he was now. Anyway, at least this time it's taking him a bit to consider those words. ]
Ha! The idea of him being anything like Rosa is enough to make me laugh. Then again, such mongrels can surprise even someone like myself with their impudence from time to time. But still, my point stands.
[ He shouldn't be smiling in fond amusement at that, though. But remembering how jealous Solomon had been then was amusing in of itselfโhe's pointedly not recalling when a certain someone had dared to make him jealous in return, though. ]
Regardless, you are free to dislike such words, seeing as he clearly didn't know his place when he uttered them, despite your perceived misstep. Though I imagine it'll take him awhile to accept whatever bond you two have, it is something he'll be forced to do, even if he's not obliged to adore your companion as you do him. Ah, if only such things could be solved by bringing him into your union...but since I know you do not desire to have him that way, such a outcome is clearly an impossibility.
In the end, to someone who had his life threatened by such a person, accepting his existence as anything remotely good would be impossible. I wouldn't be surprised if he more than simply 'disliked' him.
But even so, as I've said, he'll have to eventually 'accept' Subete existing by your sideโlikely after you two have made amends or possibly even before that. His loyalty to you is almost second to none; I've seen it and I remember it well. And so, everything will soon fall back into place, with him rightfully back at your side as a loyal mongrel should beโif, of course, that's a mutual end you both should desire.
[ Sorry he's like this, Hikage. But then again, this was how he was now. Anyway, at least this time it's taking him a bit to consider those words. ]
Ha! The idea of him being anything like Rosa is enough to make me laugh. Then again, such mongrels can surprise even someone like myself with their impudence from time to time. But still, my point stands.
[ He shouldn't be smiling in fond amusement at that, though. But remembering how jealous Solomon had been then was amusing in of itselfโhe's pointedly not recalling when a certain someone had dared to make him jealous in return, though. ]
Regardless, you are free to dislike such words, seeing as he clearly didn't know his place when he uttered them, despite your perceived misstep. Though I imagine it'll take him awhile to accept whatever bond you two have, it is something he'll be forced to do, even if he's not obliged to adore your companion as you do him. Ah, if only such things could be solved by bringing him into your union...but since I know you do not desire to have him that way, such a outcome is clearly an impossibility.
In the end, to someone who had his life threatened by such a person, accepting his existence as anything remotely good would be impossible. I wouldn't be surprised if he more than simply 'disliked' him.
But even so, as I've said, he'll have to eventually 'accept' Subete existing by your sideโlikely after you two have made amends or possibly even before that. His loyalty to you is almost second to none; I've seen it and I remember it well. And so, everything will soon fall back into place, with him rightfully back at your side as a loyal mongrel should beโif, of course, that's a mutual end you both should desire.
Edited (edit: if only because subete exists) 2020-07-04 21:35 (UTC)
[ Gil why did you send Hikage a book? Well he doesn't really mind though there's a lot here. Hmm, did Rosa try to make a move and he missed it? Whatever, at least she wasn't obnoxious about it like other people he couldn't be bothered to name.
Hikage really wishes Gil would word things differently though, calling it a bond was kind of weird. Not like he knew what to call it but tsun gonna tsun. They're not having this talk in person though, so Gil can't see the faces he's making.
...but he won't have to because as soon as Hikage reads "bringing him into your union", he just freezes. ]
Hikage really wishes Gil would word things differently though, calling it a bond was kind of weird. Not like he knew what to call it but tsun gonna tsun. They're not having this talk in person though, so Gil can't see the faces he's making.
...but he won't have to because as soon as Hikage reads "bringing him into your union", he just freezes. ]
Edited 2020-07-05 00:27 (UTC)
[ Union...union....
Wait.
Did he mean a union between him, Subete and Saphir? ]
Wait.
Did he mean a union between him, Subete and Saphir? ]
[ You know, Hikage actually is an old man. And the only "union" he's seen personally is one that formed in the spiderweb of miasma. The other one he skipped town too quickly to notice. So his read on this isn't exactly favorable.
Not to mention, he's only getting used to dating one guy let alone two? And like, he legitimately isn't interested, and oh my god his old man sensibilities and
oh god. ]
Not to mention, he's only getting used to dating one guy let alone two? And like, he legitimately isn't interested, and oh my god his old man sensibilities and
oh god. ]
[ Yeah there he goes fumbling his phone. ]
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Edited 2020-07-05 01:36 (UTC)
[ Long pause.
It takes him a while to find wherever his phone jettisoned off to and even more for him to actually form coherent thoughts in English. ]
NO
NO I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM
AND I'M NOT INTERESTED IN THAT
็ตถๅฏพใซ
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!
It takes him a while to find wherever his phone jettisoned off to and even more for him to actually form coherent thoughts in English. ]
NO
NO I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM
AND I'M NOT INTERESTED IN THAT
็ตถๅฏพใซ
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!
[There's a soft murmur in response; indeed, Subete reacts automatically to the voice more than the movement, slowly making his way towards wakefulness.
Between the time difference, the confusion of pre-dawn lighting muffled by the room's considerable curtains and trying to reorient himself in yet another new bed with mostly familiar company now -- he spends a long few moments wandering disoriented in half-consciousness, but reflexively nestles a little closer anyway. It's a funny contradiction: he's never been the lightest sleeper but he's still slowly getting used to sharing a bed, but there's also a comfort here that he wouldn't give up for all the sleep in the world especially when he can contemplate it half-awake and half-dreaming. Today is a little different from usual, something he's too sleepy to fully grasp suggests, tickling softly somewhere between his throat and his chest.
It's dangerous, really, because even with the inability to get a full night's sleep he still manages almost always to get up later than usual when they're like this. It's hard to say whether the lack of hangover makes it better or worse at this rate -- but he still doesn't really want to move.
Another murmur -- more coherent -- as he shifts, arms loosening slightly to try and push some hair out of his face and figure out which way is up.]
Better than them getting smaller... Still.
[He loses the train of thought somewhere in the middle of that qualifier and blinks a couple of times, eyes feeling heavier again so he closes them and drifts briefly.]
Morning...?
Between the time difference, the confusion of pre-dawn lighting muffled by the room's considerable curtains and trying to reorient himself in yet another new bed with mostly familiar company now -- he spends a long few moments wandering disoriented in half-consciousness, but reflexively nestles a little closer anyway. It's a funny contradiction: he's never been the lightest sleeper but he's still slowly getting used to sharing a bed, but there's also a comfort here that he wouldn't give up for all the sleep in the world especially when he can contemplate it half-awake and half-dreaming. Today is a little different from usual, something he's too sleepy to fully grasp suggests, tickling softly somewhere between his throat and his chest.
It's dangerous, really, because even with the inability to get a full night's sleep he still manages almost always to get up later than usual when they're like this. It's hard to say whether the lack of hangover makes it better or worse at this rate -- but he still doesn't really want to move.
Another murmur -- more coherent -- as he shifts, arms loosening slightly to try and push some hair out of his face and figure out which way is up.]
Better than them getting smaller... Still.
[He loses the train of thought somewhere in the middle of that qualifier and blinks a couple of times, eyes feeling heavier again so he closes them and drifts briefly.]
Morning...?
Edited 2020-07-05 01:37 (UTC)
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