prismatica | text | un: fantasma

I think I can deal with a little lavender, to be honest. Did you know that its meaning is devotion, grace and serenity? Along with purity and caution, but I hope those don't apply right now, at least.

[Now it's tub-cuddling time instead of just tub time and really, what's not to like about that? Both arms loosely slung around Abbacchio, mouth pressed to his hair and body temperature gently fluctuating according to the water temperature, this is absolutely the fucking life right now.] Mm...I figured that if you were pissed, you'd have let me know immediately instead of waiting until now. Still, I have to take responsibility for my actions, so it's good that you don't mind. Though...I'll wait until we're about to hop out, for obvious reasons.

[--is he really fucking humming Call Me Al, he sure is. For Fuck's Sake.] ...If I'm honest, I wasn't sure how far we were going to go when I came over. Can't say that I'm not pleased with how things turned out, though.

Fuck, I couldn't say any of it applies. I just like how it smells.

[Hell yeah, bath cuddles. They should probably do some real cleaning at some point but he's not moving. He's indulging in the contact, loving the feeling, much in the way he can't help but want to eat and moonlace constantly.

Abbacchio practically drapes himself over Avdol, his claws resuming their combing through his hair.] Yeah? [He tips his head, nuzzling at Avdol's temple, gonna be real snuggly here] When you volunteered it's the first thing I thought of. But it would've been okay if you said no.

Just glad you didn't.

[He can't really manage to vocalize it, but it's some of the nicer sex he's had in awhile. There are a couple of others too of course he's enjoyed but this was-- soft. And not in a way that felt frustrating to deal with.]

I don't know, I think you're incredibly graceful. In a way that you probably don't realise.

[Oh Fuck, like he wasn't melted enough as is; Avdol actually shudders when those claws are back in his hair, sinking down into the water just a little more like a big lump. He's content to just spend the next minute nuzzling Abbacchio right on back, fingers lazily tracing up and down his spine; much more than that would be too much for him to process, to be honest.

Words do eventually come out, though! Half-mumbled, lips barely moving from the constant half-smirk they're already in, but. Words.] I'm glad I didn't let you down, then. To be honest, this is probably the first time I've been able to help someone out like this, so it's a relief that I was any use at all.

Good luck getting rid of me, though; I think I'm just going to live in your bath forever now. Tell Polnareff I'm sorry, will you? He'll be alright on his own. [Don't mind him he's just going to bump his head against those claws like an oversized house cat doped up on good vibes.]

[The way his hand moves over his spine makes him hum pleasantly. Well, he's just going to put his head on your shoulder now Avdol, he's too fucking comfortable, so deal with that all right?]

I appreciate you going through with it. You didn't have to if you didn't want to, though. [bone zone need not be required but it was really damned nice.]

Oh sure, but what about your chickens, huh? Do you really trust him to take care of them?

Please, as if I would have done something like this for any reason other than I wanted to. I wanted to help you, I'm fond of you as a person, and I think you're incredibly attractive; that's all the reason we need.

I'm just old-fashioned. But I'll adapt. Especially if we can do this after, every time. [Having an actual outlet for all of his ridiculous affection is a very, very nice dream, and one that'll keep him from momming absolutely fucking everyone else. Get a little spooning, a little cheek-smooching, a little dumbshit goofy smiling in now, don't try to get your friends other friends like an embarrassing mother arranging marriages online.]

...My girls will adapt, too. And I think he'll do a great job with them, since they won't fart on his face or pull his hair out. He can bring them over every other weekend for custody visits, too. No worries. ...Did he ever tell you about Iggy? I should tell you about him and Iggy, hah.

[Honestly, he likes the idea. That they would do this more than once. Sure, maybe it's a little dangerous for the heart because he's fucking fragile emotionally, but he can be an adult and separate things, surely. (Narrator's voice: no they will not do that.)]

I wouldn't mind, personally. [post-sex baths? hell yeah]

Who the fuck is Iggy? [what the hell farting and pulling out hair]

He hasn't told you about Iggy!

[Oh god okay, it's hard to get cosy when you get the fucking scoop of the century here. Avdol sits up just a little, beaming; IT'S FUCKING STORY TIME, RIP POLNAREFF'S DIGNITY]

Alright, so. Did you know that animals can have Stands? Because they can! We've encountered it a few times, actually...And one of those animals was a dog I managed to get away from some dog catchers in New York. We'd heard about him just constantly escaping the dog catchers, so Mr. Joestar and I decided to look into it and sure enough, there's this purebred Boston Terrier with a Stand. Anyway, we decided to see if he could help us in Egypt, so we had him flown in.

Polnareff instantly pissed him off, so Iggy just flew at him, started pulling out chunks of hair, and farted in his face for it. That was the first meeting. It basically continued like that for the entire journey, far as I know. Polnareff getting upset that he had to play second fiddle to a dog, complaining loudly, and then having Iggy dole out justice. I'd almost feel bad for him if he didn't bring it upon himself every single time! [Listen to this absolute joker losing his shit. Clearly it's funnier if you saw it all.] He was fight-- Fighting a dog, Leone!

[Okay, he can at least imagine Polnareff bitching about being outsmarted by a dog. Sorry JP, he likes you, but you're not always the smartest?? But mostly it's just endearing to watch Avdol laugh.

As he listens, he's gonna try to do the responsible thing and get the body wash hell yeah.]

We had a turtle with a Stand. We ended up calling him Coco Jumbo. Fuck, did we even name the Stand...? Anyway, he was all right. Sounds like Iggy was just too fucking smart for JP, if I'm gonna be honest. [It seemed like that a bit, Stand using animals being a bit smarter than average.]

[It takes a good half-minute for Avdol to Calm His Farm, during which he misses the body wash coming into play, hence why he jolts when he notices it (just like a cat with a cucumber).]

Ah, a turtle? I can't imagine it...But then again, that makes it a perfect candidate for a Stand User; no one suspects the turtle, after all. What sort of Stand did Coco Jumbo have, anyway? I keep thinking defensive, but that's just turtle stereotyping. [If Abbacchio's going to be responsible, then it's time to step up to the plate and also be a Responsible Bath Inhabitant. By reaching for a wash cloth and getting it wet, obviously. Fuck yeah lather him up you sexy goth bitch.] Iggy's a brilliant dog, though. Absolutely the most cunning, selfish creature I've ever met, but my word did he know how to use his Stand to his advantage.

...Named that one the Fool, by the way. Creating something from nothing, creating his Stand from ground particles. It seemed fitting.

It was a weird one. It had to be activated with this key we found and putting it into his shell. Reaching in would suck you into this room that was furnished like it was a hotel lounge room. Had a fridge with drinks and everything. So sort of defensive, in a way.

[While he definitely pours some body wash onto the cloth, Abbacchio is going to lather up his own hands too. Because he's going to use his hands to slowly wash over Avdol's chest, not sorry about that.]

Heh. I like your naming theme with the tarot deck. [it's very avdol] Sounds like Iggy was kind of a pain in the ass, but if a dog's living on his own I imagine his immediate concern was himself half the time at least.

[He opens his mouth, then promptly closes it because those sure are some soapy hands on his titties. How is he meant to react to this. It's one thing to be naked in the bath all cuddled up with your bro who you just fucked because hey, the moons make y'all horny, but it's another to forgo the soapy washcloth and have fingers all tangled up in your chest hair.

Thankfully, a magical miracle called the refractory period keeps Avdol from having any chance of embarrassing himself any time soon, but he knows he's turning red all the same. ABBACCHIO. please.] Ah.

[Real fuckin' eloquent. He looks stupidly at the washcloth in his hand, trying to think of something cool to do with it so that they don't waste perfectly good lavender body wash, and then it hits him. The lipstick smears. AHA. Okay, yes. Just casually going to go in and gently scrub the smears from Abbacchio's lips as he natters on, everything is fine, yes.] Now that would come in handy for hiding from enemies, I'd imagine. Coco Jumbo sounds like a hell of an ally to have, even if it lacked some as far as emoting goes.

Now that, Iggy's good at. He's absolutely a pain in the ass and then some, too; he barely tolerates being around us, constantly causes trouble, the lot, but...You're right. I'm pretty sure that anyone would turn out to be self-centred if they were alone for most of their lives. And he never asked to get dragged into some grand showdown with a random vampire, either...There, clean! [Avdol's so fucking smug right now, like he's pulled off some grand manoeuvre here; maybe he has, since it gives him an excuse to put his hand in the water, and then carefully wipe away any suds. Feels pretty badass, anyway.]

I hate that we dragged so many people into a fight that should've only involved three people, at most. I volunteered to join in, and Mr. Joestar did too, but...The others didn't deserve to be part of this mess. I take it Coco Jumbo wasn't actually ever in the line of fire?

[HAHA CUTE. Abbacchio is kind enough to not verbally call him out on his embarrassment, but he's also smiling crookedly as he drags his claws down a little as he washes Avdol's chest and stomach in a totally brow way yep.

But it's almost tender how Avdol tidies up his lips. Oh. Hey. C'mon. What the fuck. He's at a loss for that, that's way too soft!! HMM.]

I mean, sort of. He was more or less assigned to us for a mission. He was kind of a means of transport in order to make sure we were out of sight.

Fortunately, it meant he wasn't put into a fight. [And he has some vague awareness of like. Polnareff's turtley fate but he's not gonna go there.]

[Oh sure, soft sex is fine but soft lipstick removal isn't??? WHAT SORT OF WACK ASS STANDARDS

But look, it's. This is no big deal, okay. That smile Abbacchio's giving him is probably normal for the situation, just like the claws running down his torso. And that means that it's probably normal for Avdol to lather his hands up in turn? Only polite to cinch his arms around and get to washing his buddy's back, yeah!! Even if he can't make eye contact right now, this is just. This is bathing etiquette!]

Lucky him! No sharp teeth or bastard tendencies, only the ability to look unassuming and retreat into his shell if in trouble. [And turn anime once Polnareff's all up in there, but whatever!!] ...Now I'm curious, though. What's the strangest Stand you've ever seen? Or Stand User, I guess. Because I'm wondering if anything can beat the orangutan we found with a Stand that was basically an entire cargo freighter. From what Jotaro told us later, it was a horrible creature...Which you don't expect of orangutans, ha.

[SEX IS ONE THING. TENDERNESS IS ANOTHER. AHHHHH.

Which also means he can't help but look at Avdol fondly. He's always been considerably friendly and kind, and right off when they met he couldn't feel any particularly frustration around Avdol, which is a rarity even among friends. It's like things stopped being loud around him and Reimi.]

God, the strangest? [He arches his back a little as Avdol works on his back. Hell yeah that feels good!] Probably the Stand that was activated when the user was killed? That was fucked up.

Wait, so-- It-- But that's not how it works? [Avdol looks SO FUCKING STRESSED OUT ALL OF A SUDDEN. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH STANDS FROM THE FUTURE????? At least he keeps his hands going, making an especial point to massage rather than scrub.

Hey, every little bit of tension relief is a bonus, right? And it's-- well it's always a little rewarding to help someone out, but it's extra rewarding to do anything right by Abbacchio. When your pal exudes major sadboy vibes, you take what victories you can get.] That's. I don't like that at all. How does that even work? How did you defeat it? You defeated it, obviously? [OH HE FUCKING HATES THAT IDEA, HATES IT SO MUCH.

Clearly the best way to get over this world-upsetting revelation is to squish in even closer, try not to think about the fact that there are still claws on his belly right now h, and straight up go for a hug/upper back rub. He's confident in his masculinity okei.]

[Avdol's reaction makes him laugh a little, but he really can't blame him for it because that was some real fucked up shit??]

We were on an airplane and I was having Moody Blues piloting since he could replay a pilot. We had to drop the Stand in the sea because it was just eating everything. So... we kinda beat it. [MAYBE.] But there was literally no way to beat it far as we could try.

[Oh hey, that's definitely some massaging going on. Abbacchio can't help but purr as he leans against Avdol, nuzzling his neck. Fuck yeah that's the shit.]

Mm, that's good.

[Okay yeah, he's going to have fucking nightmares about Notorious BIG, thanks a lot Avdol for asking this question at all and not expecting nightmare fuel, dumbass. LET'S NOT DWELL ON THAT SHIT THOUGH. The image of Moody Blues as a pilot is far nicer (even if he's 100% sure that's not how it works), as is that purr that practically vibrates against his skin.

It's fine, he's safe, there's nothing to worry about so it doesn't matter if Abbacchio does weird sexy things! IT'S FINE.]

Is it? I was starting to worry that I might've pressed too hard in the wrong spot, given how you flopped forward a little. [He can't help but chuckle stupidly all the same, thumbs digging in to apply a bit more pressure. ...Hopefully not in the wrong spot. Wouldn't that be fucking great: fortune teller gives friend spinal damage after joking about it, only has bad news to give like his father always said.

No, no. We're not harshing this vibe right now. We are going to keep trying to do nice things with our hands and rub our cheek against this beautiful motherfucker's head because he deserves affection, damn it.] ...I've always wondered. Does hair like yours take long to dry?

[shut up that's definitely how it works do you think stand rules even exist nope we just make that shit up as we go!

His tail flicks, and he sighs at the pressure on his back and muscles.] Should've been a masseuse, Mohammed. [Abbacchio grins under his affection, closing his eyes and relaxing for once in his life against the other man.]

Nah, not that long. But then, I blow dry it usually. [how else do u think he gets the sick curls at the ends huh] Why? I take it yours does.

Mm, should've been a lot of things! But I'm not. Guess you're the only one who knows my secret talent now, so I'll have to kill you once we're dry. [OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH his heart, this is the good shit, seeing your buddy being able to actually relax, what's better than this???

And the blow drying does clarify one of life's little mysteries! Double bonus. Avdol can't help but chuckle softly-- hang on, water's starting to cool down just a bit, time to amp up the body heat and get it back to good bath temps, thank you Magician's Red.]

Mmhm. I always wondered about straighter hair than mine, since it looks a lot easier to deal with...Though, maybe if I stopped tying mine up all the time, it'd actually lose some of the curl? But then, I'm also just jealous of your hair. It's gorgeous, and always makes me want to tilt my head to see how it catches the light. You know those sorts of things that always have a slightly different colour depending on the angle? Like glitter, or gemstones, things like that...

That's what your hair reminds me of.

Damn. At least I get a nice massage from you first. I can die without any real regrets now.

[HEY TURNS OUT when Avdol heats up Abbacchio just wants to drape more on him. Time to snuggle it up real hard. He sighs, his tail going limp into the bath. This is the shit.]

You look really good with your hair down, y'know. [The words are mumbled out. He likes the other style that he takes too, but Avdol is fucking majestic with his hair down.

But he definitely doesn't expect the compliment. It's-- sweet? It's really sweet and flustering. Hey, what the fuck. Abbacchio turns his head, refusing to let his blush show. REFUSING.]

Thanks. It wasn't always long, but. I like it this way. [God he wishes he had something better to say than that, he's really thrown off here.]

[That's it, they're pretty much just sprawled out on each other now, there is no distance left to close and that is very much okay with Avdol, really. Just guys being dudes, cuddling in the bath and doing gay shit with their hands but it's cool, gay shit's allowed in the brocode here.

That includes compliments, which is why he feels so comfortable giving them out. Taking is always a different matter, of course, which is why they break eye contact at about the same time, give or take a second or two. HHHHHHHGGHGHHGHGH.]

...Thank you. Do you think that people here would think I'm unprofessional, if I wore it out? [NOT BECAUSE ABBACCHIO SAID HE LIKED IT OR ANYTHING THOUGH JUST BECAUSE, OKAY.] Not that you do, but your hair-- well. It's completely different, so it gives you a different air than mine does me.

I remember you mentioning that you used to wear it short, though! Buzzcut, right? And I think I said this then too, because I'm getting deja vu, but I don't care. I think you'd look nice with short hair, but I have to say that this suits the Leone I know so far! [The back massage pauses at least on one side, just so that Avdol can wind one of those sickass flippy bits around a finger, grinning like he wasn't just embarrassed about 5 seconds ago.]

Nah. And if they did, they could fucking deal with it. But yeah, our hair's different, but yours is still really nice, Mohammed.

[OKAYYY. OKAY this is cool, it's just Avdol's fingers in his hair, whatever!! It's no big deal. It's not like Avdol will actually play with his hair in a future thread or nothing! WOW.

He doesn't say it, but his hair grew out primarily because he'd been too depressed to do anything about his hair. It kind of worked out? He ended up liking it long anyway. But yeah you know.]

Hmm. [He pours some water over Avdol's chest to rinse it off, totally not homo.] Hey, will you still help me clean up inside?

[This is totally normal and fine and not any more intimate than like, anything else they've done this entire time, yeah! Not foreshadowing jackshit, no sir, just enjoying all the small gay things in life and murmuring his appreciation for the compliment.

But that stops too, once he's all rinsed off and squeaky clean (and absolutely not covered in goosebumps, who the fuck would take simple rinsing off as something worth goosebumps, not this guy).]

Mm? Of course. I guess we're pruney enough now, anyway. [Avdol sighs softly, both hands slipsliding their way down to get to business; one acts as a brace, pulls Abbacchio's hips up a little and spreads his ass open just a little to make the other hand's job of cleaning him out a bit easier.] Hey, Leone. Want me to dry you off too?

[Awful. Atrocious. The gall of this clown to sit there all cosy and tender even now, when he's saying dumb shit like that.]

Ahh. [His arms tighten around Avdol's shoulders, his tail lifting and flicking in anticipation of Avdol's fingers. It's not something he should probably get worked up about but he is anyway, his forehead rubbing against Avdol's neck.]

Mm. Yeah. I do.

[Horrible. But it's sweet and he does want that. He wants all of Avdol's attention right now.]

[OHHHHHHHHH CUTE OHHHH ABBACCHIO IS SO CUTE SOMEONE TELL AVDOL'S GIRLS HE LOVES THEM, GOODBYE, OHHHHHHH

okay deep breaths it's okay, be cool. Rubbing his chin against Abbacchio's hair in turn is not cool. Fucked up step 1, will have to start again. At least he's managing to do what he should be while he continues being a major dipshit, fingers gently scooping out whatever mess they can without going too deep. Because that goes from clean-up to fingering, and they start the cycle again which

wouldn't be that bad at all, but y'know. Avdol figures he's pushing his bout of cosmic luck to have blundered his way into bed with a demigod in the first place, and although he's starting to ease back off the refractory, the urge to spoon and be disgustingly mushy is still winning out in his brain for the moment.]

Alright, that's as good as I'm going to get, I'm afraid. The rest is on you! Up we go! [It's. Really hard to not steal kisses when they're so readily given, so he doesn't bother trying. Hopefully it'll soften the blow of having to nudge Abbacchio away and try to wiggle out of the bath without taking all of the heat with him.]

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