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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[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.]

[sancrimony]

[ very admirably managing not to squirm to the touch, using the other's shoulder as grip to shift himself and sit squarely on his lap ]

- is this fine? I'm not too heavy, am I . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Does a little less well at not squirming, when Lucifel's settled. His voice sounds somewhat strained.]

N-no, you're - you're good.

[sancrimony]

[ it's too dark to see how flushed his face is but his heart is a little fast ]

- are you sure? I can get off, really -

[crossmyheartandhope]

No, it's cool, I'm - it's fine. Promise.

[His heart doesn't beat at all. There are no tells, except the tone of his voice, which is decidedly flustered.]

[sancrimony]

[ so strange - he feels out his shoulders, leaning closer ]

Alright . . . Uhm . . .

Should we have started the timer with the door closing?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh. Uh.

Probly. Sorry, I -

I shoulda got a countdown going on my phone or something. Here, lemme -

[He goes for his phone, which is in his pocket, only his lap is full of fish right now. He ends up sliding a hand along Lucifel's tail, instead - makes a small noise of embarrassment, and takes his hand back, hasty.]

Sorry...!

[sancrimony]

Oh - ?

[ slowly blinking before he realizes the issue ]

You're fine - actually, let me . . .

[ wrapping his arms around his neck, so he can pull himself up a little - his head is over hurricane's shoulder, resulting in a full embrace as he lifts himself up just the slightest, for hurricane to have the room to pick up his phone

only

maybe this is more embarrassing? it occurs to him this might be more embarrassing. ]