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[teaserving]

hey
i need to moonlace
it's time
but i got some standards see
so a little questionnaire for you

1. are you an asshole
2. what's your favorite drink
3. favorite kind of music
4. age, gender, name

Comments

[nonehorse]

[Gee, who would've guessed that they'd get weird feelings for each other with all of this kissing bullshit. WHO WOULD'VE GUESSED. And the worst part is that it's starting to feel natural, like kissing outside of sex is just a normal thing for two friends to do, there's no way this can go wrong at all and invoke Emotional Attachment. But then, they should've probably stopped long ago, somewhere around the post-coital prolonged snuggling or something. Oh well, too fuckin' late.]

I'm a man of my word, rest assured! There's no way I'd cut and run before you were even dried off. [First: gonna drain the people soup from the bath. Then it's time to snatch up that damn towel and unfold it; all the better to wrap Abbacchio in a warm, mostly dry embrace. Thankfully, Magician's Red gets called out to take that to fully dry, so that Avdol isn't dripping bathwater on the floor (even if the heat treatment means that his hair almost instantly puffs up in response). More excuse to stand there and Just Hug It Out, though.] ...Want me to blow dry your tail too? Or just hand dry?

[teaserving]

[damn what could wrong they think meanwhile the Future Is Clear, the Dating Will Commence

hell yeah it's so warm. Abbacchio leans in and rubs his cheek against Avdol's shoulder, humming, clearly pleased as hell. He's reaching up, combing his fingers and claws through Avdol's hair appreciatively.]

Hand dry. Want you to touch me.

[nonehorse]

[Oh well, it's a nice little surprise for the future or something! Just fucking up their mutual plans to Not Get Involved Because They're Dead/Dying, via towel drying and smooches and head-scratches. Which are still very clearly appreciated, going by the violent shudder that works down Avdol's spine.

Or maybe he's shuddering because who couldn't, at the words 'want you to touch me'? Maybe both. It's understandable right now at any rate, because it's all cosy and comfy and just nice being together, which must be the moonlacing and generally enjoying his Buddy's company of course!! It's also totally understandable right now to, instead of separating to properly hand dry Abbacchio's tail, simply tighten the embrace so that he doesn't have to stretch quite so much to actually do a good job of tail-drying. Aaaah it's like drying a very large dog, fluffing and ruffling away at the wet fur and gradually feeling it dry off bit by bit.]

...You have no idea how cute you are, Leone. It's cheating. [NO ROMO HA HA HA HA HA]

[teaserving]

[NO ROMO NO ROMO WE HAD AN AGREEMENT

But he's burying his face into Avdol's shoulder, kind of flustered?! Wow. WOW you called him cute what the fuck. He can't seem to handle that for a second.]

Nobody calls me cute. But I guess I'll let you.

[He presses his forehead against Avdol's shoulder.] Come to bed with me? Just wanna be near you.

[SHH ONLY SNUGGLES NOW]

[nonehorse]

Just for today. If I do it outside of that, you're welcome to sock me in the face.

[and you know what's going to happen, motherfucker? you know how this thread's gonna wrap up? with Avdol picking Abbacchio up in a bridal carry, like that's a great idea when the floor's partially wet, and heading on out to the bed before he's even finished drying that lovely, fluffy tail.

Fucken asshole. At least Magician's Red stays on to help with tail-drying duty, all careful claws blow-drying as they spoon and do other gay shit. YOU'RE WELCOME.]