dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[Right??]

[Honestly, he's passing the closet the first time and just going for another loop around the room.]

[And, after putting on even more speed, he's kicking up both legs and half-leaning over the chair back, and now they're both zooming by at an inadvisable speed, and also no one is steering.]

[Hm.]

[sancrimony]

[ WHO CARES THIS IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG!!!!!!! ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[THEY'RE GONNA DIE THAT WALL IS COMING UP TOO FAST -]

[No actually turns out he has a pretty good feel for not crashing things that are going way too freaking fast. He leans hard, and they careen out sideways just in time to miss the wall, and he drops his feet down to put on another burst of speed.]

[sancrimony]

[ it's fine, he can heal himself, if anything he'll protect hurricane -

but they veer and he leans too when he realizes what's happening, his heart is beating a million miles per hour and he can't help but laugh, startled and gleeful all at once, clinging to his seat ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He gets one leg up on the base of the chair, on one of the plastic starfish arms that point out from the center - leans forward again, so most of his weight's on the chair back, and propels them forward like he's riding a skateboard. Spoilers: metal legs provide quite a bit of propulsive force, it turns out.]

[They loop out and around - circle the room at a breakneck pace that narrowly avoids hitting any ill-placed pedestrians.]

[At last they skid to the stop by the closet, though, Hurricane planting both heels until they roll to a stand-still.]

[sancrimony]

[ @ u @

by the time they skid to a stop he is completely melted fish putty, a mess of hair and dizzy laughter, laughter that's so hard and breathless that he's oozing out of the seat, grip against the chair weaker now ]

Wah . . . !! Hurri . . . . -san is so fast . . . !!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh, oops, losing the passenger.]

[He gets an arm up to try and help brace Lucifel before he just slips off onto the floor.]

Can't use a rolly chair unless you're gonna use a rolly chair right, amiright?

[sancrimony]

[ melted fish against him ]

Wassat right? - ahaha, right! I've learned a looot, today - !

[ in a singsong voice, perhaps surprisingly more sonorous than warranted or expected, some quality of it mesmerizing - his tone, his laughter is infectious, bright and carefree, and it feels like it could spread to you ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It's not especially hard, right now, not when he's still flushed with the exertion and the excitement both, eyes alive and hair tousled.]

[He laughs, too - just as easy, just as bright.]

You hanging in there, dude? You look like you're kinda punch-drunk.

[sancrimony]

'm hanging! 'm okay - haha, I'm just a little dizzy -

[ shifting, pulling himself up properly to sit better, or more like lean on hurricane more ]

We're here now - right? I just want to sit for a bit . . .

[crossmyheartandhope]

Too many sharp turns, huh?

Take a few, if you need em. I got you.

[sancrimony]

[ hee hee hoo hoo ]

Thanks.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He laughs a little himself, soft, the laughter contagious.]

No problem, dude.

[He gets his other arm up, to help steady Lucifel - shifts a little closer, to better facilitate him not falling off the chair, with the way he's leaning.]

[sancrimony]

[ when he's finally caught his breath - it takes a while - he's found himself leaning on the other more fully, supported mostly by him, and it's a full moment before he remembers the awkwardness of that - he ducks his head, face flushed a darker, muted color ]

. . . so, I suppose - it's into the closet now, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Ah - [He flushes himself, remembering.] - yeah, uh. I mean. If you're still up for it?

[sancrimony]

. . . To be honest, I really, really want to be able to walk again, so . . . !

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh... right.

C'mon, then, let's. Uh. Let's get you settled.

[Please hold while he thinks for a second about the best way to do this, then opens up the closet door and just rolls the chair right up to the edge.]

You need help down?

[sancrimony]

I have it!

[ slipping down, a little roughly but ]

Sorry for the trouble . . .

[crossmyheartandhope]

No problem, dude. Fish tail on land's like super challenge mode.

[He wheels the chair out of the closet so the door has room to close - hesitates, there on the threshold, not closing it.]

[sancrimony]

[ shifting to make space - ]

. . . Is something wrong?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Naw, I'm good. I, uh -

[He ducks his head, cheeks dark - takes a quick breath and steps in, pulling the door closed behind him and taking the light with it.]

[There are a couple of seconds of rustling, in the dark, as he gets himself settled.]

I'm good.

[sancrimony]

Oh -

[ shifting, hands trailing lightly against the floor to find the other ]

- wait, maybe I should be sitting on your lap . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh.

[There are a couple of seconds of silence; then another rustling, and Hurricane is suddenly sitting beside him.]

...sure. I. How you wanna...?

[sancrimony]

Maybe -

[ awkwardly, ]

I could . . . grab your shoulder . . .

[ like so, feeling for his shoulder with his other hand on the floor ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh. Yeah. Should I help you...?

[He reaches out, cautious, to try and support Lucifel with one hand, aiming for his arm - finds his side, instead.]