Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others What: Catchall for the rest of December + Eventual Gala stuff When: December Where: Wherever Warning(s): None yet! Will warn in threads if necessary.
[ It's taken Clair quite a bit of time to... recover... from the... incident... with the hornty waters. It had all happened so suddenly—and inexplicably—that she needed a little time to sort through her feelings on the matter—or rather, to make sense of them.
And now she has. Mostly. The most reasonable explanation, of course, is that they were overcome by the effects of the water and subsequently suffered a temporary bout of madness, plain and simple. Why else would she have... engaged him in the way that she did—and worse, continued it, even though the rational part of her knew the folly of it? It isn't like her to give in so easily to base desires like that—if those even were her own desires.
That's the part that she had to grapple with the most: whether or not her feelings were actually real. They certainly felt real enough—it was her own heart that beat faster, her own body that warmed to his touch.
In the end, it doesn't signify. Or, at least, that's what she's telling herself, since she refuses to put weight on something that (probably) started with trickery. So she's decided to tell Sir Percival to put the whole episode behind him, because that's exactly what she's going to do.
Right! Yes! That's what she'll do. That's what she's doing, that is... once she finishes marching over to his residence.
Unfortunately, her carefully-crafted plan goes to shit when she spots Percy himself. At first, she thinks that he's coming straight for her, and her heart suddenly seizes up with a rare flash of uncertainty—but then she realizes that he must he heading somewhere else, in the opposite direction of her. Without thinking, she calls out to him. ]
[ This new world, their new home, had a way of putting its inhabitants in increasingly awkward and increasingly uncomfortable situations. They hadn't had much time after attempting to gather the crystals to make sense of or clear the air between them, and that bothered Percival deeply.
It wasn't the impulse to grow closer to and intimately familiar with Clair that bothered him, necessarily, as they were both adults and such matters were perfectly natural. It was the fact that such impulse was born of mental manipulation, of thoughts and desires that weren't his own. And, to add insult to injury, he has fallen for this sort of trickery twice now.
It feels wrong to not seek her out and offer some sort of apology for his lack of willpower. He doesn't fault her at all, but his own mind refuses to accept the possibility that there isn't a way to overcome this trickery.
Even now, thinking about their lips meeting and the semblance of feelings that felt almost tangible is simultaneously a mortifying and pleasant memory. He tries his best to put it out of his mind.
Percival still feels incredibly nervous, which makes sense, as he makes his way towards her residence.
He's so nervous he doesn't notice her immediately, and essentially freezes in place before turning his head. She isn't a figment of his imagination, it's her, and he isn't prepared with what to say yet. ]
... Clair. [ What comes after this? Surely he's going to say something else to follow up. ]
[ She can't help but notice that he calls her by name, without any titles—something about it strikes her right through the heart, catching her off balance. Maybe it's that he spoke her name so tenderly before—even now— ]
Ah, P-Percival.
[ Since he started the trend, she corrects herself—but his name feels so intimate on her tongue that she can't remember what she was going to say after it. She had things she wanted to say to him, right? There were lots of things she wanted to say! And now she can't remember any of them. Or how to speak. Or what to do with her hands.
Finally, her manners, drilled into her since birth, kick in. She inhales. ]
How serendipitous! I was just come to speak with you. Do you have a moment at the... moment?
[ At least he doesn't notice her misshap with words, because he's struggling just as much to find the right thing to say.
His brow furrows, and he clears his throat before answering. ]
Indeed. It's a fortunate coincidence, as I was looking for you also. [ In fact, he's been trying to determine what he's going to say once he finds her at her residence, that he's not yet prepared to face her here. But perhaps this is for the best. ] Perhaps we could... have some tea?
[ She finds herself leaping at his suggestion, if only to end this excruciating awkwardness. (Is it just her? She feels like—like a girl with her first crush. Which—alright, so she isn't always the smoothest when it comes to boys she actually likes. Really likes. But still...)
Having a destination helps—and so does knowing that he had the same idea she did in seeking her out. She can feel herself start to relax a little, her smile softening. ]
Come. I know just the place. [ She doesn't even realize she's being seme. ]
[ None of these places feel like home, but Olympia at least feels like a familiar place now. It's been a few days since they've returned, even if temporarily, and Percival is trying not to notice how... empty the household feels without Siegfried's gentle reminders to get a good night's rest or Lancelot's eager spirit for decorating their new abode.
It's so... quiet. This is probably because Vane is out doing only the astrals know what in the middle of who knows where.
Choosing to do something productive, Percival has a large book open: Flora and Fauna of Murkwell Hollow, while he sits on the couch, slowly combing through each description and committing each species to memory. ]
[ It is quiet. Very quiet — but that doesn't keep Cain from stealthily opening the front door, padding in, and watching Percival for a moment from the hall. There's a melancholy sort of air to the knight, a dourness that speaks more of the spaces where two of his friends should have been than of his usual grumpiness.
Well. Cain's here now, he can at least offer a distraction.
He strolls in, making sure his footsteps are heavy enough to alert Percival this time, and unceremoniously flops down in Percival's lap, stretching out without any regard for the book Percival's busy reading. ]
[ Percival hears the footsteps, but pays little mind to them. He assumes it's Vane coming home. In fact, he's about to ask (demand) that the other man make something specific for dinner, so it's very disorienting to suddenly have his view blocked by an entirely different person.
This isn't the first time it's happened, but it gets him every time, his expression twisting into surprise and irritation. ]
You! How do you keep getting in here?! Don't you know it's common decency to knock? [ How bad is their security that this keeps happening?! It's concerning! Does Vane keep leaving the door unlocked?! Percival is going to kill him. ]
[ He probably shouldn't tell Percival about that extra copy of the key he's swiped... or how Vane keeps leaving the door open for him. He won't sell Vane out! Instead, Cane tilts his head back and smiles up at Percival with his most shit eating of shit eating grins. ]
I don't have an open invitation to come visit?
[ Hmm. Percival's knee is a little bony. Cane stretches his arms over his head, arches his back, and resettles himself a little farther up Percival's thighs. Much better. ]
[ Percival finds her by the balcony, before moonshower begins, so the area is otherwise relatively empty. He is still feeling the lingering effects of being touched with a sprinkle of red glitter, so when he approaches Red, it's with an offering of hot chocolate. They worked so hard to get that stupid plant from the Murkwell Hollow caves, might as well enjoy it. ]
Good evening, Red. [ His mood is relatively lifted. ] Here.
[ It doesn't take long before Red decides to retreat up to the balcony — the celebration and the excitement is nice, but there's a point where it gets to be ... a lot. She's nearly danced the entire night away, she needs to take a break at some point.
But it isn't like her to refuse company either; so she nods when Percival approaches, smiling in greeting. Weird first meetings or otherwise, it's the holidays. Warm welcomes are pretty much natural, at this time of the year ( no matter where she is ).
... Though she takes a moment before taking the hot chocolate, pulling out her phone first. Just so she doesn't have to do it later, but also so that she can type up a quick— ] Thanks.
Did you have a good evening?
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[ He takes a sip of his hot chocolate as he watches Red begin to type on her phone. ]
One would think, with all of the technology the Natha Orbiters have at their disposal... that there should be a more effective way for you to communicate.
[ Though this is still faster than pen and paper, he thinks it must be pretty annoying for Red to rely on written word.
He nods once he sees what she's written. ]
Yes. This party reminds me of the festivities back home, although our celebrations were never quite as lavish. These people seem to be fond of using magic devices at every turn.
[ Beautiful decorations and attire was one thing, but glitter that made costumes appear or dancing happen was Next Level. ]
[ There's a brief smile that flickers while she types — almost rueful. Ideally "effective communication" would have been her voice from the get-go, but nothing in life is ever fair, etc. It could be worse, she could be stuck somewhere without a working keyboard. Or not have hands. Or ...
Point is, she finally takes her hot chocolate from him, smiling in thanks once more. Listening to his explanations with a small cant of her head. She glances down to type — ]
Do you not have magic where you're from? [ I mean, neither does she, but she's still curious. She turns the screen to him once more, taking a sip from the mug meanwhile. ]
[ Despite their poor first impression of each other, Percival doesn't actually hold any real negative feelings towards Sandra. Arguing and bickering with others was relatively par the course when it came to everyday interactions, especially when he wasn't dealing with nothing but "yes men".
He's surprised to see her here, however, given that he didn't think any gathering of this sort could be particularly enjoyable to someone of her... condition. Admittedly a little curious, he approaches where she's rested on one of the nearby tables. ]
Hello, Sandra. You're doing well, I see. [ Is she? How can one even tell, since she's always an... orb?! ]
[ On the other hand, Sandra still harbors plenty of negative feelings for Percival, but frankly this is no different than how she feels for just about everyone. With the simple act of opening his mouth he could make a complete ass of himself, but he did at least make a concerted effort eventually, despite his incompetence... ]
[ Really, it just leaves her with a listless, impotent sort of annoyance for the man, much like her disposition has been most of this event. Despite Yusuke's best intentions, his garish additions have her being mistaken more often than not for a centerpiece. Which is Fine, people-watching (-sensing) is as good a way to pass the time as any. She's used to that. But somehow, the man manages to be slightly more observant than he seems... Sort of. ]
Presumptuous of you, [ she huffs softly, voice clipped but skirting just below truly harsh, taking the moment he comes close to manifest beside the table (somewhat through it) arms folded. ] Though you are not entirely off base.
[ It's something to do, which is what she is undeniably always craving, so she can hardly complain. ]
[ This time, fully aware that Sandra had the capability to manifest in this way, he isn't so caught by surprise. They're also not in the same life-threatening situation as before, which probably helps a lot. He does take a moment to eye the orb itself, wondering if the garish decorations were her own doing or someone else's.
If it was someone else's doing, it was... odd. ]
You are on solid ground, not floating around in the expanse of space. And you're here willingly, so there must be something about the festivities you enjoy.
[ He looks back out to the crowd of people celebrating. ]
I won't deny that it's nice to see everyone relaxing and enjoying themselves, especially after all this land has been through. [ He isn't much of an active participant himself, because he's a bit of a wet blanket, but he still enjoys being in such social situations sometimes. ]
Do you like watching them? I speak of the people, of course.
[ Percival, she has no hands. You can't hold a hot glue gun with no hands. ]
You should know that willingly is a stretch for much of where I go. Though I suppose I do have much to be grateful for, that someone thought to bring me along at all.
[ Even if she cannot do anything here besides people-watch (-sense). So at his eventual query, she chuckles softly. ]
No, I do not, [ says Eyes-Closed-Since-We've-Met McGee, though it is faintly more tiredly amused than it is irritated. ] I do enjoy listening, in more ways than one. I have never attended such a festive gathering. Such a hopeful aura there is in the air tonight.
[ It's strange, almost overwhelming, after all her time spent in a miserable purgatory, inside of an already miserable purgatory. But by no means unpleasant. She cocks her head faintly in his direction. He may not be native, but it seems to her as if he has been awake in this place for longer than she. ]
Apparently in spite of some mutual discourse. Are we witness to a rarity this evening, would you say? Or are such occasions more commonplace than one might assume?
[ Percival isn't a person inclined to eating sweets, but after the woman handing out candy canes had practically begged him to take one, he finds himself unable to refuse such an earnest offer. They were homemade, apparently, and she had promised that even those without a sweet tooth would find themselves addicted to their taste.
If only he'd taken her description more literally.
Now, candy cane held firmly between his lips, he looks a bit restless, distracted enough that he doesn't look where he's taking a step, and very nearly runs into Keaton stuffing glitter into his pockets. ]
Hm?! Where did you come from, dog?! [ Keaton was probably there the whole time? And why is he already starting with the namecalling... Keaton's conversation about loving bones so much is definitely to blame. ]
[ yep, he's basically been there the entire time, gloved hands gathering as much of the glitter into his pockets as he can. it's not HIS fault Percival didn't see him bending over, tail upright and a song in his heart as he whistled a merry tune while 'cleaning' the area up. ]
Also, I'm not a dog! I'm a Wolfskin.
[ standing up straight, his scowl is unmistakable. heck, he might even... bump into him. with his tail. or something like that. ANYWAY
his scowl fades as soon as he sees the candy cane in his mouth. it's OBVIOUSLY not a bone. but what if it is? it's right there, almost in his face! they're already really close, given Percival's inability to see what's under his nose.
he must... try to get it. it's the only way to be sure. ]
What's that?
[ just in case. JUST IN CASE! maybe Percival can convince him otherwise that it's not a potential thing for his cave. maybe. ]
[ It really is his fault, because though Keaton might not have been standing upright, he's certainly there and visible enough. And apparently audible, too. ]
It matters little to me what you are. You're idle and you're in the way.
[ Percival isn't normally the type to feel possessive over a damn candy cane, but there's something innately addictive about this particular candy cane. The sweet taste isn't particularly overwhelming, but the way the mint is worked in makes it lightly refreshing.
He doesn't want to give it up. But oddly enough, he can't find himself compelled enough to deny Keaton completely. He frowns. ]
This is a candy cane. I'm willing to give you a portion, but no more than that. [ He snaps the thing in half, but rather than pressing it into Keaton's hand, he... feeds it to him directly, sticking it between his lips.
Whatever this is, it's starting to take effect in him, making him act more than a little more familiar than he normally would have. ]
[ at this point, Keaton's convinced that it's a miracle they survived the space excursion in one piece, because the perceived aggression coming off of Percival in waves has his ears twitching in defensiveness. should he be upset that he seems... a little on edge, especially when he points out how pleasant smelling that thing is between his lips? ]
Yeah, well. I could always get my own and---
[ well. that's sharing. that's definitely a piece of candy, previously in Percival's mouth and between his lips, now in his own. thoughtfully, he gives it a few tentative sucks, wondering why his mouth feels so minty and fresh and honestly that's a very new feeling.
but with it comes... other feelings.
like, wondering why he's only allowed to have half! it's actually pretty tasty, with the odd feeling of wanting more. he'd fill a cave up with them if he could. ]
Hey... uh, you got more of those? Or is all that's left already in your mouth?
[ Despite this being just a game at the party, Percival is, of course, loyal to the place where he lives, Olympia. And yes, this is all for fun, but that doesn't mean that his competitive side doesn't get the best of him.
Said competition is getting heated, and the next battle is, of course, a dance battle. It's only appropriate given the setting. Determined, he turns to Lukas. The two Wyver challengers have already gone, and though their dance was impressive, he isn't worried. ]
You there. Help me crush them to a humiliating defeat. [ Ok but it's not that serious. ]
[ Okay it's not that serious... and Lukas blinks in a mix of disbelief and mild curiosity when he's being directed in such a determined tone of voice. Honestly if he didn't know any better he'd think he was speaking to an enemy turned ally, which ironically enough seems to happen quite often in his line of work.
He had taken the Olympian ribbon earlier but he had no real motivation to partake in any of the activities set out for them. Though, unfortunately, it seems that fate has worked its magic and made it to where he's stuck with participating. He could just say no but who wants to be a complete party pooper????? Not him okay. ]
I'm possibly not the suitable for the dance floor. [ That's a lie. The Wyvern party may have danced in a way he deems unfamiliar but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to tango his way around. ] Though I am familiar with a few steps, so I suppose I will just follow your lead?
That is a fine plan. Simply follow my lead, and our victory will be ensured shortly. We should try to work in some impressive details in our routine. Are you alright with being lifted?
[ They need to be on the same page first, after all. He leads the other man to their assigned area on the dance floor. Normally, he'd at least ask someone their name before doing something like this, but the gold glitter on his skin, coupled with their Wyver competition talking a lot of SHIT, has got him riled up that he's extremely focused on the task. ]
Take no offense, I am just surprised, but if you're capable of doing so then I'm certainly not against the act. [ Again, Lukas shows some surprise when he's lead to the the floor but it's brief as he relaxes merely seconds later. ]
Ah, so... my hands. [ he's a virgina nd doesn't know what to do with his hands so ?????? places it gingerly on percival's chest i..... ican't make this tag straight it's gay. kisses ur nose. ]
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And now she has. Mostly. The most reasonable explanation, of course, is that they were overcome by the effects of the water and subsequently suffered a temporary bout of madness, plain and simple. Why else would she have... engaged him in the way that she did—and worse, continued it, even though the rational part of her knew the folly of it? It isn't like her to give in so easily to base desires like that—if those even were her own desires.
That's the part that she had to grapple with the most: whether or not her feelings were actually real. They certainly felt real enough—it was her own heart that beat faster, her own body that warmed to his touch.
In the end, it doesn't signify. Or, at least, that's what she's telling herself, since she refuses to put weight on something that (probably) started with trickery. So she's decided to tell Sir Percival to put the whole episode behind him, because that's exactly what she's going to do.
Right! Yes! That's what she'll do. That's what she's doing, that is... once she finishes marching over to his residence.
Unfortunately, her carefully-crafted plan goes to shit when she spots Percy himself. At first, she thinks that he's coming straight for her, and her heart suddenly seizes up with a rare flash of uncertainty—but then she realizes that he must he heading somewhere else, in the opposite direction of her. Without thinking, she calls out to him. ]
Sir Percival!
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It wasn't the impulse to grow closer to and intimately familiar with Clair that bothered him, necessarily, as they were both adults and such matters were perfectly natural. It was the fact that such impulse was born of mental manipulation, of thoughts and desires that weren't his own. And, to add insult to injury, he has fallen for this sort of trickery twice now.
It feels wrong to not seek her out and offer some sort of apology for his lack of willpower. He doesn't fault her at all, but his own mind refuses to accept the possibility that there isn't a way to overcome this trickery.
Even now, thinking about their lips meeting and the semblance of feelings that felt almost tangible is simultaneously a mortifying and pleasant memory. He tries his best to put it out of his mind.
Percival still feels incredibly nervous, which makes sense, as he makes his way towards her residence.
He's so nervous he doesn't notice her immediately, and essentially freezes in place before turning his head. She isn't a figment of his imagination, it's her, and he isn't prepared with what to say yet. ]
... Clair. [ What comes after this? Surely he's going to say something else to follow up. ]
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Ah, P-Percival.
[ Since he started the trend, she corrects herself—but his name feels so intimate on her tongue that she can't remember what she was going to say after it. She had things she wanted to say to him, right? There were lots of things she wanted to say! And now she can't remember any of them. Or how to speak. Or what to do with her hands.
Finally, her manners, drilled into her since birth, kick in. She inhales. ]
How serendipitous! I was just come to speak with you. Do you have a moment at the... moment?
[ Good enough. ]
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His brow furrows, and he clears his throat before answering. ]
Indeed. It's a fortunate coincidence, as I was looking for you also. [ In fact, he's been trying to determine what he's going to say once he finds her at her residence, that he's not yet prepared to face her here. But perhaps this is for the best. ] Perhaps we could... have some tea?
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[ She finds herself leaping at his suggestion, if only to end this excruciating awkwardness. (Is it just her? She feels like—like a girl with her first crush. Which—alright, so she isn't always the smoothest when it comes to boys she actually likes. Really likes. But still...)
Having a destination helps—and so does knowing that he had the same idea she did in seeking her out. She can feel herself start to relax a little, her smile softening. ]
Come. I know just the place. [ She doesn't even realize she's being seme. ]
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cain
It's so... quiet. This is probably because Vane is out doing only the astrals know what in the middle of who knows where.
Choosing to do something productive, Percival has a large book open: Flora and Fauna of Murkwell Hollow, while he sits on the couch, slowly combing through each description and committing each species to memory. ]
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Well. Cain's here now, he can at least offer a distraction.
He strolls in, making sure his footsteps are heavy enough to alert Percival this time, and unceremoniously flops down in Percival's lap, stretching out without any regard for the book Percival's busy reading. ]
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This isn't the first time it's happened, but it gets him every time, his expression twisting into surprise and irritation. ]
You! How do you keep getting in here?! Don't you know it's common decency to knock? [ How bad is their security that this keeps happening?! It's concerning! Does Vane keep leaving the door unlocked?! Percival is going to kill him. ]
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I don't have an open invitation to come visit?
[ Hmm. Percival's knee is a little bony. Cane stretches his arms over his head, arches his back, and resettles himself a little farther up Percival's thighs. Much better. ]
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blanket burrito... you've soulbonded
excuse you i'm cainkin, get it right
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Good evening, Red. [ His mood is relatively lifted. ] Here.
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But it isn't like her to refuse company either; so she nods when Percival approaches, smiling in greeting. Weird first meetings or otherwise, it's the holidays. Warm welcomes are pretty much natural, at this time of the year ( no matter where she is ).
... Though she takes a moment before taking the hot chocolate, pulling out her phone first. Just so she doesn't have to do it later, but also so that she can type up a quick— ] Thanks.
Did you have a good evening?
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One would think, with all of the technology the Natha Orbiters have at their disposal... that there should be a more effective way for you to communicate.
[ Though this is still faster than pen and paper, he thinks it must be pretty annoying for Red to rely on written word.
He nods once he sees what she's written. ]
Yes. This party reminds me of the festivities back home, although our celebrations were never quite as lavish. These people seem to be fond of using magic devices at every turn.
[ Beautiful decorations and attire was one thing, but glitter that made costumes appear or dancing happen was Next Level. ]
Yourself?
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Point is, she finally takes her hot chocolate from him, smiling in thanks once more. Listening to his explanations with a small cant of her head. She glances down to type — ]
Do you not have magic where you're from? [ I mean, neither does she, but she's still curious. She turns the screen to him once more, taking a sip from the mug meanwhile. ]
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nano i know you're tag bombing but i had to ilu
how dare
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He's surprised to see her here, however, given that he didn't think any gathering of this sort could be particularly enjoyable to someone of her... condition. Admittedly a little curious, he approaches where she's rested on one of the nearby tables. ]
Hello, Sandra. You're doing well, I see. [ Is she? How can one even tell, since she's always an... orb?! ]
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[ Really, it just leaves her with a listless, impotent sort of annoyance for the man, much like her disposition has been most of this event. Despite Yusuke's best intentions, his garish additions have her being mistaken more often than not for a centerpiece. Which is Fine, people-watching (-sensing) is as good a way to pass the time as any. She's used to that. But somehow, the man manages to be slightly more observant than he seems... Sort of. ]
Presumptuous of you, [ she huffs softly, voice clipped but skirting just below truly harsh, taking the moment he comes close to manifest beside the table (somewhat through it) arms folded. ] Though you are not entirely off base.
[ It's something to do, which is what she is undeniably always craving, so she can hardly complain. ]
Enjoying yourself?
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If it was someone else's doing, it was... odd. ]
You are on solid ground, not floating around in the expanse of space. And you're here willingly, so there must be something about the festivities you enjoy.
[ He looks back out to the crowd of people celebrating. ]
I won't deny that it's nice to see everyone relaxing and enjoying themselves, especially after all this land has been through. [ He isn't much of an active participant himself, because he's a bit of a wet blanket, but he still enjoys being in such social situations sometimes. ]
Do you like watching them? I speak of the people, of course.
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You should know that willingly is a stretch for much of where I go. Though I suppose I do have much to be grateful for, that someone thought to bring me along at all.
[ Even if she cannot do anything here besides people-watch (-sense). So at his eventual query, she chuckles softly. ]
No, I do not, [ says Eyes-Closed-Since-We've-Met McGee, though it is faintly more tiredly amused than it is irritated. ] I do enjoy listening, in more ways than one. I have never attended such a festive gathering. Such a hopeful aura there is in the air tonight.
[ It's strange, almost overwhelming, after all her time spent in a miserable purgatory, inside of an already miserable purgatory. But by no means unpleasant. She cocks her head faintly in his direction. He may not be native, but it seems to her as if he has been awake in this place for longer than she. ]
Apparently in spite of some mutual discourse. Are we witness to a rarity this evening, would you say? Or are such occasions more commonplace than one might assume?
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If only he'd taken her description more literally.
Now, candy cane held firmly between his lips, he looks a bit restless, distracted enough that he doesn't look where he's taking a step, and very nearly runs into Keaton stuffing glitter into his pockets. ]
Hm?! Where did you come from, dog?! [ Keaton was probably there the whole time? And why is he already starting with the namecalling... Keaton's conversation about loving bones so much is definitely to blame. ]
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[ yep, he's basically been there the entire time, gloved hands gathering as much of the glitter into his pockets as he can. it's not HIS fault Percival didn't see him bending over, tail upright and a song in his heart as he whistled a merry tune while 'cleaning' the area up. ]
Also, I'm not a dog! I'm a Wolfskin.
[ standing up straight, his scowl is unmistakable. heck, he might even... bump into him. with his tail. or something like that. ANYWAY
his scowl fades as soon as he sees the candy cane in his mouth. it's OBVIOUSLY not a bone. but what if it is? it's right there, almost in his face! they're already really close, given Percival's inability to see what's under his nose.
he must... try to get it. it's the only way to be sure. ]
What's that?
[ just in case. JUST IN CASE! maybe Percival can convince him otherwise that it's not a potential thing for his cave. maybe. ]
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It matters little to me what you are. You're idle and you're in the way.
[ Percival isn't normally the type to feel possessive over a damn candy cane, but there's something innately addictive about this particular candy cane. The sweet taste isn't particularly overwhelming, but the way the mint is worked in makes it lightly refreshing.
He doesn't want to give it up. But oddly enough, he can't find himself compelled enough to deny Keaton completely. He frowns. ]
This is a candy cane. I'm willing to give you a portion, but no more than that. [ He snaps the thing in half, but rather than pressing it into Keaton's hand, he... feeds it to him directly, sticking it between his lips.
Whatever this is, it's starting to take effect in him, making him act more than a little more familiar than he normally would have. ]
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Yeah, well. I could always get my own and---
[ well. that's sharing. that's definitely a piece of candy, previously in Percival's mouth and between his lips, now in his own. thoughtfully, he gives it a few tentative sucks, wondering why his mouth feels so minty and fresh and honestly that's a very new feeling.
but with it comes... other feelings.
like, wondering why he's only allowed to have half! it's actually pretty tasty, with the odd feeling of wanting more. he'd fill a cave up with them if he could. ]
Hey... uh, you got more of those? Or is all that's left already in your mouth?
wait nvm this isn't the comm log my bad
/sweat
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lukas
Said competition is getting heated, and the next battle is, of course, a dance battle. It's only appropriate given the setting. Determined, he turns to Lukas. The two Wyver challengers have already gone, and though their dance was impressive, he isn't worried. ]
You there. Help me crush them to a humiliating defeat. [ Ok but it's not that serious. ]
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He had taken the Olympian ribbon earlier but he had no real motivation to partake in any of the activities set out for them. Though, unfortunately, it seems that fate has worked its magic and made it to where he's stuck with participating. He could just say no but who wants to be a complete party pooper????? Not him okay. ]
I'm possibly not the suitable for the dance floor. [ That's a lie. The Wyvern party may have danced in a way he deems unfamiliar but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to tango his way around. ] Though I am familiar with a few steps, so I suppose I will just follow your lead?
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[ They need to be on the same page first, after all. He leads the other man to their assigned area on the dance floor. Normally, he'd at least ask someone their name before doing something like this, but the gold glitter on his skin, coupled with their Wyver competition talking a lot of SHIT, has got him riled up that he's extremely focused on the task. ]
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[ damn lukas ]
Take no offense, I am just surprised, but if you're capable of doing so then I'm certainly not against the act. [ Again, Lukas shows some surprise when he's lead to the the floor but it's brief as he relaxes merely seconds later. ]
Ah, so... my hands. [ he's a virgina nd doesn't know what to do with his hands so ?????? places it gingerly on percival's chest i..... ican't make this tag straight it's gay. kisses ur nose. ]
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