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[nonehorse]

Lots of people seem a touch down lately. So, everyone! I have a simple game that might cheer us all up, or at least make Iris cycle go by faster for me while I read everyone's replies!

You have to post your type! Physical preferences, personality traits you really like, your dream partner! Go on and list it, and people can say if they know someone like that, perhaps tease you for your preferences, that sort of thing. You can post anonymously here too, if you're shy! Just have fun!

Also, here is a funny picture I found. Enjoy!

Comments

[teaserving]

You're fucking ridiculous. [But he says it kind of fondly, a faint smile forming. If nothing else, he should happy with that.

His eyes are drawn down and he watches Avdol turn the cards over. It doesn't really mean anything to him right now, not until he starts explaining the interpretation of each card. He isn't... honestly sure how he feels about it at first. He glances up, finding Avdol's hands on him, the way he's looking at him. He really wants more of that, and just feels a spike of guilt.]

I've never been any good at moving on.

You haven't seen him do it, but Moody Blues -- my Stand's entire power is just to replay the past. What the hell do you think that says about me?

[nonehorse]

[Oh, huh.

Hm.

Fucked that one up, huh. Avdol's expression absolutely fucking plummets, but he doesn't let go. Doesn't look away. This is a crucial junction, after all.]

I don't think that's entirely accurate, not to the man I know. Maybe it was, and maybe it is and I just haven't seen it. But I see someone making the best out of a rough situation, and that's a man who can move forward, even if it's piece by piece.

[teaserving]

[Ah, fuck. He feels like maybe he shouldn't have said anything, but at the same time it's not like he should really keep it a secret either.]

That's not me at all.

[Abbacchio leans in, because he's absolutely going to steal a kiss, sorry not sorry. It's quick, but it's also sincere. lipstick's purple today yo]

I told you, Mohammed. You're way too fucking nice.

[nonehorse]

I'm not saying this to be nice.

[But he's getting too worked up over something that isn't his issue. Avdol inhales deeply, fingers instinctively touching at the purple lip print, before sighing and scrunching his face up. It's definitely not that he disapproves of kissing, so much as...

Too many feelings, even for his big ol' body. Don't know how to express them.] Leone, I'm not going to blow hot air up your rear. If I'm wrong about you, then that's fine. But that just means that I'm going to stay by your side to see what I've apparently missed out on seeing, to be wrong about you. Because you haven't proven me wrong yet. Will you accept that?

[teaserving]

[emotions are fucked like that man.

He should probably just should stop being a fucking coward and actually explain his Tragic Backstory, but he doesn't because he's a big fucking coward as previously stated.]

Yeah. All right.

[nonehorse]

...Good.

[Quietly, he starts picking up the cards and shuffling them; it's nothing more than a distraction and he knows that's blatantly obvious right now, but what else is he going to say? He needs a minute to calm down, or he'll fuck things up.]

I'm not trying to imply you're perfect, by the way. I know you have your flaws. I just think that we see different things when we look at your reflection in a mirror.

Perhaps we're both right, in the end.

[Another moment of silence, before he draws a card out of the deck and holds it out. The Star! What a good card.] Keep this for me, please. Give it your own meaning.

[teaserving]

I just want you to--

[He almost says it. I want you to know who you're wasting time with. But he refrains, absently tucking his hair behind an ear, a mix of minibraids and loose hair. He also knows he doesn't really want Avdol to end up disappointed even though that honestly feels inevitable.]

...Just know who you're dealing with.

[Nice save.

The card makes him pause, but he takes it.] I-- don't you need this? For fortunetelling and shit?

[nonehorse]

Show me, then. I want to meet all of you, you know.

[Ah yes, a smile again! Good on you, buddy. He's still smiling when he swoops over to get revenge for that stolen kiss from earlier, idly running a microbraid between his fingers. Oh man, he really didn't think that one through. What has he done to poor Abbacchio's hair.] Mm...I think you need it more than I do, right now. I can find another deck fairly easily, and I just feel like giving this card to you is the right thing to do. Once you're done with it, I'll take it back.

[Hesitantly:] ...Are you going to be alright if I leave, now? I don't want to leave you alone with your own thoughts if it's too much, but...I just think that there's a very high risk I might try to force advice on you if I stay, and that won't help either of us.

[teaserving]

Careful on what you wish for, Mohammed.

[Not that he has any room for it but hey man fuck you for touching his hair that's a little flustering. As if Abbacchio didn't kiss him just a minute ago!] I'll try not to fuck it up, then.

[great now he has the responsibility of a TAROT CARD]

...I don't know. I'll probably be fine. I'll just crank up some music so I'm not thinking too hard. But-- thanks. For coming by and checking on me.