sun's up, we wait all day ( semi-closed. )

[flugels]

Who: lancelot (flugels) & event partners
What: new in town
When: duration of intro event
Where: flona cove & the city
Warning(s): tomfoolery in cupid's pool under vane's thread... sad.

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[vacuum]

[ why did they fight ??!? i'll say chuuya is drunk. He had too many margaritas, and when you're at this point, it's like everyone's trying to pick a fight. His head sure is feeling light right now, his vision a dusky haze, and there's a unbearable warmth in his face and belly. ]

I told you to ... put me down -- [ That's probably what he's been weakly and drunkenly protesting for the past five minutes, as he was being picked up. It's kind of fruitless to continue to protest it right now, because they both happen to be on the floor. ]

I ain't done with you. I still need to kill you -- for talking shit about my aesthetic. [ It's probably a situation where Chuuya asked, in some insecurity, if his hat looks tacky, and Lancelot gave some kind of noncommittal answer. Then, in his drunken stupor, Chuuya started seeing an offense that wasn't actually there.

He can barely hold himself together, but he tries, placing his hand on Lancelet's stomach as he attempts to push his body upward. With how the world was topsy-turvy right now, Chuuya eventually loses his balance and falls right back onto those comfortable twin double beds. ]

[flugels]

I... think you've got the wrong guy...

[ lancelot is not the type of person who'd question another's aesthetic; that's more percival's line of thought. but it's easy enough to mistake him for someone else when the other is drunk out of his mind... after all, lancelot does appear kind of generic. maybe he thought him an npc.

but it's also entirely possible that lancelot didn't give him a satisfactory answer. still, is that something to hate him over?!

the two of them land on the sand with a soft thumb, and lancelot grunts on impact, bringing his arms up to hold chuuya's smaller frame. for a moment, he just lies there, before patting gently on his back. ]

You'll have to be awake to kill me, you know?

[vacuum]

[ why are you negging lanchan ]

I am awake! Otherwise -- how would I be talking to you... [ He says, as his shoulders tense a little as if trying to get up again. They then relax completely as he lays his head back on Lancelot's chest.

This is really, really comfortable. ] You're a dead man. After I -- why's this so soft ...
[ These A-grade twin double beds. Nevermind, he's just going to fall asleep, curling up against Lancelot like a baby. Bring him home to your real twin double beds, homie. ]

[flugels]

[ why not..... ]

Yes, yes, you're right... you are awake.

[ lancelot sighs between the words, sounding far more defeated than intended. there's no use trying to reason with a drunk man... but it looks like he doesn't need to fight anymore. the man on top of him seems content with lying upon his person, which only means that his night is just going to get longer.

he doesn't resent it, luckily. he coils his arms around the smaller man and hauls them up, shifting so he's able to hook his arms under his neck and knees. ]

My place is only a short train ride from here, let's get you there first.

[ timeskip the next tag caps ]

[vacuum]

[ ook

timeskip and i guess lancelot carried chuuya into the train?? and then back out??? Now they're finally at the housing district... and Lancelot probably doesn't know which house Chuuya stays in, that's why they're now in gbf house instead. i really dont know what to write, he's like passed out?!?

If Lancelot lays him on those real twin double beds, he's going to find it very difficult to pry the guy off him. Chuuya was simply getting too comfortable in his arms before. He'll grab onto Lancelot's clothes if he tries to leave. ]

[flugels]

[ by the time chuuya wakes, he'll find himself dumped on top of one of the twin-sized beds... and he intended to leave him right there, but chuuya is apparently awake enough to keep him in place. luckily, vane had taken up the living room couch knowing that there will be a guest tonight, so it's just lancelot and this... drunken young man. he holds his breath. ]

Ah— are you awake? Perhaps you would want a change of clothes...

[vacuum]

[ He's finally awake but his head feels like shit, like absolute death. It's funny how often he ends up in these situations. That's just the fate of the guy who loves wine but can't actually carry his alcohol. ]

Ugh ... [ Chuuya shifts himself higher, holding his hand over his face to shield himself from the glaring morning sun. He turns his gaze to Lancelot, and ... it's kind of a miracle he remembers him at all, given that he was drunk for most of their first meeting. He can't remember why he was ever angry enough to want to fight the guy though. He seems nice enough right now. ] No, I'm fine, I --

[ spilled some wine on his clothes, and feels disgusting in general. ] Maybe I'll take you up on that offer.