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[ It's unclear if he was trying to send this very nsfw image to someone specific (he was) or if it's meant to be viewed publicly (it's not), but when he notices... well, whatever. Yes, that's his dick, and no, he doesn't care. ]

you're welcome

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[ Ugh. Ugh. Now that just makes him mad, so he supposes the romance is Dead. ]

you don't have to be a bitch about it
did you forget how to laugh?

[ Because, guess what, he is sleeping wherever he pleases!!!!! ]

I'm not being a bitch, Cain.

[Said the bitch.]

Would you laugh if I posted a picture like that to EVERYONE

[Maybe someone will be impressed and let him sleepover!!]

like hell you're not

[ AHHHHH. He feels like he's going to tear someone in half if he keeps this up. ]

no i'd kill them for looking
what are you going to do about it?

[That was almost enough to make him laugh. Cain could be mad about this scenario but Abel couldn't, got it. Noted.]

So you'd be a bitch about it, then.

Honestly there isn't anything I really can do now so I hope whatever you were trying to do was worth it.

Edited (im an idiot) 2020-01-05 03:32 (UTC)

i was trying to send it to you

[ So, who's being the bitch now!!!! ]

Oh.

[...Jeez. Combined with all the smart comments from others THAT HE CAN READ CAUSE NONE OF THOSE ARE PRIVATE CAIN HE SEES YOU Abel almost felt kinda bad.

Still jealous. But-]

You're welcome isn't really a sexy thing to say.

[Everyone's a critic.]

what the hell else do you want me to say?

[ Yeah, he's not in a good mood. He's just raging now. ]

[Not unexpected. And though the bite he could feel even through text stung, there had been enough comments tearing him down already, Abel really didn't need to add to it.

Maybe later, when he could laugh at this. And saw all the nonsense still going on.]

Something like...

[Switching to private, see this is how it's done. Nothing else between them needed to be shared tonight, he kind of already wanted to die from embarrassment. But soldiering on!!]

The bed still smells like you and I can't stop thinking about the way it feels to have your hands all over my body.

[Okay so it's what Abel would have said but he doesn't really know how else to get Cain back to their apartment- the thought of him finding somewhere else to stay for the night more hurtful than anything else that had transpired.]

[ It's definitely what Abel would have said, and maybe, just maybe, he should have checked exactly where that was going. If he'd been interested in bridging the slight gap this had created, he might have apologized—in his own way. But right now, he isn't quite there yet. ]

that picture says enough
i could show you the exact same thing without wasting my breath

[Logically he knows it's not really personal, that there had been a mistake and the moon was somehow affecting Cain in ways he didn't fully understand- Iris certainly had been anything easy to deal with.

But he also can't help to wonder how much truth was there too. A waste of breath. Maybe.]

It's not about how efficient you can be.

I'm going out. In case you come back here, so you know.

[ Well, now he's really mad, and it has absolutely nothing to do with everyone else saying stupid shit about his dick. ]

you leave and i'll find you

[What else is new!!]

Do you even hear yourself?

I can go outside without your permission. I didn't have to tell you.

[ How does he even say that this moon is driving him absolutely up the wall? He doesn't. ]

you wouldn't have to
i'm giving you a head start

You really are unbelievable sometimes.

Great choices Cain! I can be stuck here watching you do whatever you want or I can go outside and get hunted down like a dog.

Fuck you.

[ The possessiveness in him is boiling over, but the anger... the anger is almost too much to control, something he's always been able to streamline into usefulness. Sanguis has other plans apparently, close to crushing his device and ditching it altogether. ]

you're making the choices abel
do whatever the fuck you want
i don't care

[ He's not coming back!!!!! ]

[Well he was putting on his boots which are made for walking!! But-

He doesn't really have anywhere else to go and fuck it hurts, how intentionally aimed Cain's words are, even if just in response to his own.]

You can make choices too.

I guess they just don't have anything to do with me.

[ A decent amount of time passes before Cain finally responds. It's not enough to cool off, but at least the sharp burn of a temper isn't blinding his words. ]

i wasn't trying to find someone else to fuck

[ And because he needs to clarify apparently: ]

it was only for you

[While time to cool off might have been a good thing, it brought along worry with it- was Cain safe out there, pulled along by the whims of the moon of all things?

Was any of this really about an accidental picture anymore? Or had it even been in the first place.]

Just come back already.

And bring me something to eat.

[Not like he's tired from sitting around doing something dumb like crawling back into bed and hugging Cain's pillow or anything!! That would be really stupid!!]

[ Is this a bad time to answer with something like "my dick"? Probably.

Cain just glares at the words, trying to make sense of them, and finally, like the worst not-boyfriend he is: ]

what do you want?

[Definitely. Maybe they should start keeping their fights to text only, a few heated outbursts still made their way through but the brief flash of desire to be even more petty got swallowed back- it was too much, to purposefully take the time to type out something else awful.

Making Cain jump through hoops for him wasn't fair, however irrational the thoughts were when they popped up, out of his control.]

Whatever's close by, I don't mind.

[If he's gonna keep Abel in the apartment like a pet he had to feed him at least okay.]

Thanks.

[ He doesn't even bother responding. At most, it would have been something pointless like "whatever", and Cain doesn't want to deal with Abel's already bitchy mood escalating. So, he hopes he's fine with a burger – that's what he thinks it is anyway – and fries because that's the closest thing to him; he's definitely not going to detour to search out anything else when his sense of smell is absolutely insane right now.

It gets even worse when he finally steps through the door. All he can smell is Abel, and he grinds his teeth in an attempt to ignore it. ]

Where are you?

[ ...yeah, that's casual. ]

[Putting away the jacket and boots he probably should have used, trying to release nervous energy by busying his hands with anything that might have looked even an inch out of place. But he'd heard the door open, had started to walk out from the bedroom before Cain had spoken- and there's a moment of surprise spared for the food he'd actually picked up.

He did try, in his own way (sometimes... awful way), and despite lingering upset Abel did still always notice. It meant something. More than he probably outwardly showed.]

Are you okay?

[Cause all this had been a lot™ and maybe he could try some too.]

[ Even if he had tried, he isn't going to hold the bag much longer. So, he sets it on the table and slowly peels himself out of his jacket, not quite bothered by the cold when it feels like he's going to burst into flame at any moment. He'd rather deal with Abel's moon cycle than his own; at least he hasn't had to suffer through any weird physical changes. Yet.

...he'd be seriously pissed if that ever happened. ]

Yeah. [ His answer is terse, but there's only so much fighting he can do when Abel just smells so — ] Are you?

[ If he hadn't stopped reading that post, he'll just delete it. Since that's what this is about. ]

[In contrast Abel was still bundled up and trying to retain any heat he could muster, a sweater over another shirt, something plain but thick and warm. Half from the previous genuine attempt to make himself leave and half simply just trying to cope with the sudden inclusion of weather again, the extended stint in temperature controlled ships making it more difficult to adjust than he would have thought.

Couldn't all be beefy colony boys, the amount of snow outside was kind of alarming.]

Things are looking up.

[That Cain had showed up despite the obvious difficulty he hadn't fully explained (hadn't been much time, really, when Abel couldn't hold on to a coherent thought long enough to question and, well, hindsight) already did a lot to soothe jealousy and worry. A start, anyway.

The food, too, little time wasted in digging around and pulling free a few fries, a pleased sort of approving hum offered. Even with all this futuristic tech there probably still wasn't a way to reheat them that didn't leave them disgusting so. Gotta go fast.]

You don't have to just sit around and watch me, seems like it kind of bothers you.

[Not offended, this time, words purposefully kept light. Time to belatedly research just what all exactly the moonblessings brought along with them.]

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