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.
[ Cain flails a little, but mostly he's too busy laughing to care or protest that he's being bodily lifted and carried off to... somewhere. Hopefully not out the front door of his new home, he doesn't particularly care to be an outdoors cat, but after what he's just said, he's half expecting it.
Cheerfully, taking a handful of Percival's shirt to steady himself with, he asks: ]
[ Percival doesn't actually have any plans with what he's going to do with Cain now.
So he heads in the first direction he can think of, which just happens to be the aforementioned Vane's room. Unceremoniously, he tosses the other man onto the bed, looming over him from where he stands near the door. ]
Stay here. You are grounded, until you learn to behave yourself in this household.
I don't think you get to order me around when it's my house now, too...
[ But Cain shrugs, stretching out on the bed. Even if it's Vane's, Cain's not above making himself at home and taking a nap. He has a feeling that Percival will be watching the door, so he can be agreeable for a bit.
Just long enough for Percival to go back to his book and let his guard down.
Which is when Cain sneaks out past Percival and into Percival's room to curl up on Percival's bed for aforementioned nap.
Snuggled into Percival's pillows is how Percival finds him an hour later, happily snoozing. ]
[ He wasn't actually going to stop Cain from leaving, because as usual, Percival is much more bark than bite. But since Cain seems to be staying put, Percival leaves him be and heads back towards the living room.
It's quiet again, but knowing that he's nearby is oddly comforting.
Eventually, he grows tired from reading (and his guard shifts haven't been forgiving), and so he wanders into his room.
... Only to find an unwelcome invader. AGAIN...
Does he care about disturbing that restful sleep? Of course not. He smacks Cain's side roughly with one of the spare pillows. ]
You! Didn't I tell you this bed is already taken?!
[ Cain blinks awake, peering out from his nest of pillows and blankets at whatever it is disturbing his sleep. Oh, it's just Percival. Not a threat at all, not even to Cain's continued snoozing. He's tempted to ignore Percival and close his eyes to go right back to sleep, but... probably that'd just infuriate Percival too much and the yelling wouldn't be conducive to his rest.
With a sleepy mumble, Cain tilts his head to look at Percival. And yawns. Widely. ]
So is— ahhh. [ He snuggles a little more into the pillows. ] So's the other one. 'sides, you always let me sleep here anyway.
[ Just once, Percival had anticipated that he might be able to get a decent night's rest that didn't involve Cain attempting to leech his body warmth.
Even if he'd grown used to Cain's presence, and his absence made his bed feel rather bare, this is apparently one man's last stand in the fight for his space.
It is, unfortunately, a weak offensive force. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you're more stubborn than a child? Not nearly as charming as one, either.
[ He's now attempting to pull the blankets away with the intention of leaving Cain bare. Rude. ]
[ EXTREMELY RUDE? Cain doesn't let Leona steal his blankets when she comes to wake him up in the mornings, he's not about to let Percival. Like the child Percival's accusing him of being worse than, he grabs a fistful of blankets and rolls over, and then over again, until he's bundled up in a burrito, fully enveloped. There are no blankets left for Percival. So there.
From his cocoon, Cain mumbles, muffled: ]
It's a good thing I'm not one, then, isn't it?
[ He's sure he doesn't need to add the rest: considering what we've done together. ]
[ Percival has to give him credit, he is nothing if not clever. That technique is probably the smartest way of hoarding said blankets, even if it coupled with that sassy remark makes Percival's blood pressure rise even further. ]
What are you implying?
[ He grits his teeth, then turns on his heel to walk back out of the room. He will come back a few seconds later with an armful of blankets. ]
You're impossible. Move.
[ Move over, at least. Apparently, even if Cain doesn't leave the bed, he's not above just going and stealing Vane's blankets for himself. Poor Vane. He will suffer because of Cain. ]
[ It's fine, Vane will just be glad to see the two of them bonding. He's a friendly sort like that!
Though Cain does poke his head out of the blankets to eye that suspiciously familiar armful of bedding. Sadly, he has a conscience. He doesn't move out of the way at all. ]
[ Cain unwinds himself from the blankets enough to drag an arm out. An arm which he uses to try to push Percival away from the bed in a similar display of maturity. ]
Go put them back and I'll share.
[ Totally ignoring that maybe Percival has a point about his blanket theft, of course. ]
Of course you can trust it. I'd never break a promise to you.
[ Called after Percival's back; Cain's not going to get out of his comfortable nest of blankets to oversee the return of Vane's bedding, but he'll trust Percival's honor to see the job done. He wriggles, unwinding himself a little more from his burrito.
By the time Percival returns, there's even a little patch of blanket waiting for him to slip under, though Cain hasn't moved more than few inches from the center of the bed. ]
[ That gets Cain an incredulous look over his shoulder.
When he returns, he is empty handed, so he's kept his end of the deal. He says nothing as he slips under the blanket, essentially forcing his way to having a usable portion of the bed.
He's still wordless when in one swift motion, he yanks the rest of the blanket and pulls at it like some greedy raccoon. ]
[ Cain squawks as his blankets are cruelly, horribly stolen from him.
Well, kind of. He's still mostly wrapped up in them, so Percival yanking at them does less to liberate the blankets from Cain and more to have Cain going rolling as he latches onto the blanket with determined strength. His fingers curl, claw-like into the bedding, and he hangs on as Percival pulls, the yank sending him into a dizzying tumble.
Oh. That's Percival's face, very up close, isn't it?
He blinks up at Percival from where he's found himself half sprawled over Percival's chest, still clutching at the blankets. His blankets. ]
[ This has all gotten fairly out of control pretty quickly. Percival feels more than sees what is happening, since he's taken care to turn the lights off beforehand, but that doesn't mean he doesn't fight valiantly.
The position that they end up in shouldn't be surprising, since there's only one direction a human body hellbent on staying with the blanket could end up, but it still makes Percival exhale with breath when he feels the weight on his chest.
He looks down, and Cain looks... pretty ridiculous. The both of them look like hoarding squirrels, and the result is that neither of them have ended up with any amount of acceptable blanket at all.
Percival is dead silent for a long moment, and then he turns away from Cain's gaze to bury his face in the nearest pillow.
It would be easy to assume that he's embarrassed and doesn't want to show his face, and yes, he is, but his body is also shaking lightly with amusement.
[ Cain eyes Percival and his shaking shoulders warily. There's no way Percival's crying, and it could just be that Percival's so overcome with his irritation or embarrassment that he can't even look at Cain anymore, but... But if that were the case, wouldn't Percival be trying to shove him out of the bed, instead?
He narrows his eyes, props himself up, and leans in for a closer look. The disheveled mess of his hair falls into his eyes, no doubt making Cain look even more ridiculous.
Then he pokes Percival's cheek. ]
Are you laughing? [ There's something like awe in his voice, or maybe a bit of wonder. Proof that Percival has a sense of humor! It's a red-letter day! ]
[ The moment is brief, however much he couldn't help it, and he struggles with how to respond to being found out, because the last thing he wants to do is reinforce this behavior!
When he re-emerges his laughter has been stifled, but he's still red in the face, and he shifts quickly to reverse their positions. Now, Percival is pressing a good amount of his body weight, effectively pinning Cain down and suppressing a grin. ]
Go to sleep.
[ He will, for his part, find a comfortable way to rest like this, moving a bit more to the side so he's not completely crushing the other man. ]
[ Cain's laughing himself as he squirms beneath Percival, unable to escape the man's weight. Not that Cain's trying particularly hard, not employing any of the tricks he might use if Percival were a real enemy, but still, it's no true attempt for freedom at all.
It's also not any sort of attempt to go to sleep as directed. ]
[ Briefly, Cain considers the merits of wriggling in earnest in a true bid for freedom. But he's comfortable, he's in bed and Percival is trying to keep him there rather than kick him out of it, and Percival is nice and warm, if a bit heavy. It's enough to make Cain drowsy again, and with a sigh, he subsides into Percival's hold with only one last bat at Percival's arm before he goes still. ]
You had fun. [ He sounds inexpressibly smug about that fact as he snuggles into the pillows. ] Sweet dreams, Percival.
[ Now, he eases up on the vice-like hold, relaxing and growing silent and considerably more relaxed. Percival didn't consider the type to willingly share a bed, and had done so only out of necessity when Siegfried was in El Nysa. Even now, one could make the argument that nothing about this was out of his own will.
But he has ceased his complaints.
Curiously, the nightmares he's plagued with at times have diminished in frequency recently.
He is, at least, comfortable enough that he settles his chin in the space between the pillow and Cain's shoulder, gradually drifting. ]
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Cheerfully, taking a handful of Percival's shirt to steady himself with, he asks: ]
Really, that's what you're into?
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[ Percival doesn't actually have any plans with what he's going to do with Cain now.
So he heads in the first direction he can think of, which just happens to be the aforementioned Vane's room. Unceremoniously, he tosses the other man onto the bed, looming over him from where he stands near the door. ]
Stay here. You are grounded, until you learn to behave yourself in this household.
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[ But Cain shrugs, stretching out on the bed. Even if it's Vane's, Cain's not above making himself at home and taking a nap. He has a feeling that Percival will be watching the door, so he can be agreeable for a bit.
Just long enough for Percival to go back to his book and let his guard down.
Which is when Cain sneaks out past Percival and into Percival's room to curl up on Percival's bed for aforementioned nap.
Snuggled into Percival's pillows is how Percival finds him an hour later, happily snoozing. ]
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It's quiet again, but knowing that he's nearby is oddly comforting.
Eventually, he grows tired from reading (and his guard shifts haven't been forgiving), and so he wanders into his room.
... Only to find an unwelcome invader. AGAIN...
Does he care about disturbing that restful sleep? Of course not. He smacks Cain's side roughly with one of the spare pillows. ]
You! Didn't I tell you this bed is already taken?!
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With a sleepy mumble, Cain tilts his head to look at Percival. And yawns. Widely. ]
So is— ahhh. [ He snuggles a little more into the pillows. ] So's the other one. 'sides, you always let me sleep here anyway.
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Even if he'd grown used to Cain's presence, and his absence made his bed feel rather bare, this is apparently one man's last stand in the fight for his space.
It is, unfortunately, a weak offensive force. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you're more stubborn than a child? Not nearly as charming as one, either.
[ He's now attempting to pull the blankets away with the intention of leaving Cain bare. Rude. ]
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From his cocoon, Cain mumbles, muffled: ]
It's a good thing I'm not one, then, isn't it?
[ He's sure he doesn't need to add the rest: considering what we've done together. ]
blanket burrito... you've soulbonded
What are you implying?
[ He grits his teeth, then turns on his heel to walk back out of the room. He will come back a few seconds later with an armful of blankets. ]
You're impossible. Move.
[ Move over, at least. Apparently, even if Cain doesn't leave the bed, he's not above just going and stealing Vane's blankets for himself. Poor Vane. He will suffer because of Cain. ]
excuse you i'm cainkin, get it right
Though Cain does poke his head out of the blankets to eye that suspiciously familiar armful of bedding. Sadly, he has a conscience. He doesn't move out of the way at all. ]
Did you steal those from Vane?
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[ He's just going to try to... weasel his way in even if Cain doesn't move. This is very mature. ]
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[ Cain unwinds himself from the blankets enough to drag an arm out. An arm which he uses to try to push Percival away from the bed in a similar display of maturity. ]
Go put them back and I'll share.
[ Totally ignoring that maybe Percival has a point about his blanket theft, of course. ]
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[ He's pushed away. Successfully enough that he veers towards the edge and actually ends up nearly crashing to the ground. ]
Hmph! Like I can trust your word!
[ It's really not that serious and a part of him finds this amusing, but he can't let that show, of course.
Eventually, he decides he's too tired to keep fighting, and disappears again with blankets in tow. ]
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[ Called after Percival's back; Cain's not going to get out of his comfortable nest of blankets to oversee the return of Vane's bedding, but he'll trust Percival's honor to see the job done. He wriggles, unwinding himself a little more from his burrito.
By the time Percival returns, there's even a little patch of blanket waiting for him to slip under, though Cain hasn't moved more than few inches from the center of the bed. ]
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When he returns, he is empty handed, so he's kept his end of the deal. He says nothing as he slips under the blanket, essentially forcing his way to having a usable portion of the bed.
He's still wordless when in one swift motion, he yanks the rest of the blanket and pulls at it like some greedy raccoon. ]
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Well, kind of. He's still mostly wrapped up in them, so Percival yanking at them does less to liberate the blankets from Cain and more to have Cain going rolling as he latches onto the blanket with determined strength. His fingers curl, claw-like into the bedding, and he hangs on as Percival pulls, the yank sending him into a dizzying tumble.
Oh. That's Percival's face, very up close, isn't it?
He blinks up at Percival from where he's found himself half sprawled over Percival's chest, still clutching at the blankets. His blankets. ]
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The position that they end up in shouldn't be surprising, since there's only one direction a human body hellbent on staying with the blanket could end up, but it still makes Percival exhale with breath when he feels the weight on his chest.
He looks down, and Cain looks... pretty ridiculous. The both of them look like hoarding squirrels, and the result is that neither of them have ended up with any amount of acceptable blanket at all.
Percival is dead silent for a long moment, and then he turns away from Cain's gaze to bury his face in the nearest pillow.
It would be easy to assume that he's embarrassed and doesn't want to show his face, and yes, he is, but his body is also shaking lightly with amusement.
This is... kinda funny. ]
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He narrows his eyes, props himself up, and leans in for a closer look. The disheveled mess of his hair falls into his eyes, no doubt making Cain look even more ridiculous.
Then he pokes Percival's cheek. ]
Are you laughing? [ There's something like awe in his voice, or maybe a bit of wonder. Proof that Percival has a sense of humor! It's a red-letter day! ]
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When he re-emerges his laughter has been stifled, but he's still red in the face, and he shifts quickly to reverse their positions. Now, Percival is pressing a good amount of his body weight, effectively pinning Cain down and suppressing a grin. ]
Go to sleep.
[ He will, for his part, find a comfortable way to rest like this, moving a bit more to the side so he's not completely crushing the other man. ]
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[ Cain's laughing himself as he squirms beneath Percival, unable to escape the man's weight. Not that Cain's trying particularly hard, not employing any of the tricks he might use if Percival were a real enemy, but still, it's no true attempt for freedom at all.
It's also not any sort of attempt to go to sleep as directed. ]
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[ He is, of course, making a big show of wanting to go to sleep but being unable to because someone is still insisting on being difficult.
He wraps his arms and legs around Cain's body and holds him in place now, looking something like an octopus holding prey. ]
Good night.
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You had fun. [ He sounds inexpressibly smug about that fact as he snuggles into the pillows. ] Sweet dreams, Percival.
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But he has ceased his complaints.
Curiously, the nightmares he's plagued with at times have diminished in frequency recently.
He is, at least, comfortable enough that he settles his chin in the space between the pillow and Cain's shoulder, gradually drifting. ]