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[ normally, this is the type of joke that would make caelus laugh, maybe even cheer a little bit. as it is, sampo only gets a light, barely-audible ha. ]
I like frosting. But what's the point?
[ more fabric rustling. a deep sigh. ]
...Just forget it, Sampo. If you don't want anything to do with it, I'll take care of it on my own.
I like frosting. But what's the point?
[ more fabric rustling. a deep sigh. ]
...Just forget it, Sampo. If you don't want anything to do with it, I'll take care of it on my own.
( a sigh for a sigh. no one told sampo that this parenting business would be so tough. )
Buddy, you know nothing would make me happier than co-parenting whatever abomination ends up hatching out of our egg and teaching it the art of the deal. ( yeah, he's raising a hustler. your point? ) It's not that.
I just want you and Lil' Sampo #2 to have the best you can have. And I'm not sure if that's me.
( more like he knows he isn't. besides nice tits, a great ass, and a charming disposition, he's not sure what caelus sees in him. )
But... if I'm going to be a family man, I guess I can hang up my life of... less than savory alliances... and go on the straight-and-narrow. For you. And for Caepo.
Buddy, you know nothing would make me happier than co-parenting whatever abomination ends up hatching out of our egg and teaching it the art of the deal. ( yeah, he's raising a hustler. your point? ) It's not that.
I just want you and Lil' Sampo #2 to have the best you can have. And I'm not sure if that's me.
( more like he knows he isn't. besides nice tits, a great ass, and a charming disposition, he's not sure what caelus sees in him. )
But... if I'm going to be a family man, I guess I can hang up my life of... less than savory alliances... and go on the straight-and-narrow. For you. And for Caepo.
( before overflow! )
Not much. I'm actually at home for once.
I should be asleep, but it's hard to sleep sometimes
Not much. I'm actually at home for once.
I should be asleep, but it's hard to sleep sometimes
Just thinking about stuff...
[ thinking about aventurine, more like. but he doesn't wanna say that. ]
I wanna play games with you
It's been a while
[ thinking about aventurine, more like. but he doesn't wanna say that. ]
I wanna play games with you
It's been a while
[ he's silent for a little while. not just because sampo insists on calling the damn thing caepo (isn't saelus better?), but because this is a lot more than he was expecting, or even what he though sampo was trying to say, earlier. ]
...Would you really do that?
I've never expected you to... [ a pause. his voice is a bit shaky; he sounds like he might cry again. ] I've never asked you to be anything but what you are.
I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe that I like you.
...Would you really do that?
I've never expected you to... [ a pause. his voice is a bit shaky; he sounds like he might cry again. ] I've never asked you to be anything but what you are.
I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe that I like you.
Silver Wolf would get a kick out of your insane luck...
I wanna see you pull a zillion 5-stars and watch her mald about it
Mmm, games until we're bored or tired, and then I want to cuddle with you
I miss you
I wanna see you pull a zillion 5-stars and watch her mald about it
Mmm, games until we're bored or tired, and then I want to cuddle with you
I miss you
Yes
Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease
Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease
[ oh, wait. he's supposed to ask a 'should i' question too, huh. ]
Should I get more lingerie?
Should I get more lingerie?
( before overflow! )
Oh. Right. Sorry, Coffin-chan.
[ the whys and wherefores of where caelus has picked up the suffix "-chan" are better left unexplained. some kind of passing familiarity with the culture of izumo, perhaps? too much time around upcoming ninja rapper rappa? who knows! ]
Uh, well, I was thinking I'd take you back to the Express, and we can just drop you off where you were headed to begin with. That'd be okay, right? Although you'd still have to get snacks through your original customs point...
Logistically, I guess it's better for one of us to carry the coffin and the other to just run. But I would snatch you up. In my heart.
Oh. Right. Sorry, Coffin-chan.
[ the whys and wherefores of where caelus has picked up the suffix "-chan" are better left unexplained. some kind of passing familiarity with the culture of izumo, perhaps? too much time around upcoming ninja rapper rappa? who knows! ]
Uh, well, I was thinking I'd take you back to the Express, and we can just drop you off where you were headed to begin with. That'd be okay, right? Although you'd still have to get snacks through your original customs point...
Logistically, I guess it's better for one of us to carry the coffin and the other to just run. But I would snatch you up. In my heart.
Edited 2024-09-24 19:25 (UTC)
( before overflow! )
Yeah, I'm weirdly good at writing, right?
[ the charitable description here is that the trailblazer has a creative mind. the less charitable description is that he's somehow very good at bullshitting his way through life... ]
You can pick options I don't list too, if you think of something I didn't put down. I'm just offering prompts as suggestions. In a real video game, you have to stick to the choices you're given, though.
But alright. You check the fields. They're nice fields, and it's daytime right now. There are some horses swishing their tails off to the distance, and cows grazing in the pasture. No predators on the horizon, either.
But... there are some slimes teasing one of the sheep! What do you do?
Open-ended prompt here. You can ask questions or do whatever you want.
Yeah, I'm weirdly good at writing, right?
[ the charitable description here is that the trailblazer has a creative mind. the less charitable description is that he's somehow very good at bullshitting his way through life... ]
You can pick options I don't list too, if you think of something I didn't put down. I'm just offering prompts as suggestions. In a real video game, you have to stick to the choices you're given, though.
But alright. You check the fields. They're nice fields, and it's daytime right now. There are some horses swishing their tails off to the distance, and cows grazing in the pasture. No predators on the horizon, either.
But... there are some slimes teasing one of the sheep! What do you do?
Open-ended prompt here. You can ask questions or do whatever you want.
Sure. What's life without spicing things up sometimes? Maybe I'll be a banker this time around.
( how long he'll remain on the good path is a different story. it could last a year. it could last an hour. the fact that he's giving a change of career any thought at all [or at least saying that he is] is what counts, right? )
I believe you like me, love. I like you, too. It's just...
( how much to divulge? to be real in vulnerable in the face of caelus' vulnerability, or to keep up the game? caelus, living vessel for the cancer of all worlds, member of the astral express, aligned with the IPC, the xianzhou, the stellaron hunters [to some extent], and countless other factions across the cosmos. getting in with him is like striking gold for someone like sampo, someone who relies on leverage and connections to stay afloat.
knocking him up, and whatever new level of entanglement that entails, is a boon.
but even sampo can see the ways in which he uses his bright-eyed, bushy-tailed baby daddy for fame and fortune are pretty scummy. he can't admit it aloud, and he can't admit it to anyone, but he can certainly see the moral quandaries. granted, he likes caelus well enough. he likes his body, likes his eyes, likes the curve of his spine, likes his nail beds. he likes the way caelus shares his high scores via text, and he likes the way he gets excited over finding new things others have given up on, and he likes the way his thighs tremble when he rides him, determined to make sampo feel good. he also likes the security he provides in the face of sampo's endless list of debtors and enemies. he's got friends in high places, so you'd better think twice before coming after him.
so, is it time to come clean, say caelus has been nothing but his get out of jail free card? )
...you really think I can hack it as a dad? Can't say I've ever been real role model material, y'know. I'd hate to mess it all up. Our kid-slash-trashcan-slash-cakecat... I want it to be good.
( apparently not.
he's got a few swipes yet, and he's not ready to lose them. )
( how long he'll remain on the good path is a different story. it could last a year. it could last an hour. the fact that he's giving a change of career any thought at all [or at least saying that he is] is what counts, right? )
I believe you like me, love. I like you, too. It's just...
( how much to divulge? to be real in vulnerable in the face of caelus' vulnerability, or to keep up the game? caelus, living vessel for the cancer of all worlds, member of the astral express, aligned with the IPC, the xianzhou, the stellaron hunters [to some extent], and countless other factions across the cosmos. getting in with him is like striking gold for someone like sampo, someone who relies on leverage and connections to stay afloat.
knocking him up, and whatever new level of entanglement that entails, is a boon.
but even sampo can see the ways in which he uses his bright-eyed, bushy-tailed baby daddy for fame and fortune are pretty scummy. he can't admit it aloud, and he can't admit it to anyone, but he can certainly see the moral quandaries. granted, he likes caelus well enough. he likes his body, likes his eyes, likes the curve of his spine, likes his nail beds. he likes the way caelus shares his high scores via text, and he likes the way he gets excited over finding new things others have given up on, and he likes the way his thighs tremble when he rides him, determined to make sampo feel good. he also likes the security he provides in the face of sampo's endless list of debtors and enemies. he's got friends in high places, so you'd better think twice before coming after him.
so, is it time to come clean, say caelus has been nothing but his get out of jail free card? )
...you really think I can hack it as a dad? Can't say I've ever been real role model material, y'know. I'd hate to mess it all up. Our kid-slash-trashcan-slash-cakecat... I want it to be good.
( apparently not.
he's got a few swipes yet, and he's not ready to lose them. )
[Coffin-chan. Coffin-chan.....
Luocha glances up from his phone, and to the coffin in question propped across the way. Technically speaking, it's rather impossible for its current resident to have any remote idea of the conversation transpiring on his phone right this moment...but maybe Luocha's faintly amused smile gives something away, because there sure is a very indignant aura rolling off it about now anyway.]
Your apology has been accepted, although your term of familiarity seems to require a bit more review...
[literally none of that is true, but anyway,]
At any rate, you're correct, keeping separate would be more strategically sound. I don't believe it would go over well if you tried to carry the coffin, for that matter, so that would have to fall to me as usual. But it's the sentiment that counts, as they say, and I do appreciate it. I suppose in an ideal world you'd bundle me right up in your arms in a very dashing fashion, wouldn't you?
[also very funny to envision considering their height difference lbr--]
Hmm, the premises of the Express tend to be diplomatically neutral grounds, if my impression is correct...so that's not a bad idea in the least. The snacks would have to be sacrificed for such, indeed, but it would probably be a worthy one.
I must say, it's touching you're still so concerned for them...most would say, about here, that I could always simply buy more of them later.
Luocha glances up from his phone, and to the coffin in question propped across the way. Technically speaking, it's rather impossible for its current resident to have any remote idea of the conversation transpiring on his phone right this moment...but maybe Luocha's faintly amused smile gives something away, because there sure is a very indignant aura rolling off it about now anyway.]
Your apology has been accepted, although your term of familiarity seems to require a bit more review...
[literally none of that is true, but anyway,]
At any rate, you're correct, keeping separate would be more strategically sound. I don't believe it would go over well if you tried to carry the coffin, for that matter, so that would have to fall to me as usual. But it's the sentiment that counts, as they say, and I do appreciate it. I suppose in an ideal world you'd bundle me right up in your arms in a very dashing fashion, wouldn't you?
[also very funny to envision considering their height difference lbr--]
Hmm, the premises of the Express tend to be diplomatically neutral grounds, if my impression is correct...so that's not a bad idea in the least. The snacks would have to be sacrificed for such, indeed, but it would probably be a worthy one.
I must say, it's touching you're still so concerned for them...most would say, about here, that I could always simply buy more of them later.
[Meanwhile Misha, "raised" on a healthy diet of Penaconian gangster heist movies + Robin Hood-esque Clockie & Friends shenanigans, if he's ever given any details at all about the insufferably model IPC worker that Skott in particular is:
Caught somewhere in between...it's an odd existence to be sure, from an outside lens. A sort of contradicting thing that probably shouldn't be sustainable, or so most might think. For that matter, even before Misha's rather more literally strange state right now...the Watchmaker himself had always nurtured a more childishly impetuous streak too, even in old age. But then again, perhaps these qualities are what tailor Misha and Caelus both so very well to the Trailblaze, where they might have had more difficulty fitting in quite right anywhere else: the insight of a strange age blended with the restless spirit of youth, surely the perfect ingredients for pursuing new roads and forging new connections. Maybe breaking things, on occasion, if they need to be broken...
And whether Misha ought to be technically thought of as a "boy" or not...well, he's certainly not doing anything to break the illusion right this moment, is he? The way he blinks awake at the gentle hand on his temple--the bemused way he sits back upright, and says:]
Oh! Caelus, you're h-eeere...
[--the way the pleasant surprise melts into another yawn he has to stifle with a free hand, slightly watery-eyed and equally slightly pink with the embarrassment of it right afterwards--it's all very boyish. Most times, after all, it's the self that comes to him most easily...perhaps after all the time he'd spent going through the motions of a busy child in the hotel, accidentally building a new identity he wasn't really supposed to have. Something about habits formed. Or maybe something about how very easy Caelus makes it, too, to interact like this. (One of the very few people to really fully perceive and acknowledge that bellhop boy as a friend, back at that time, a warmth still not forgotten even despite all the context now...)]
--Gosh, sorry...I didn't mean to fall asleep! Hope you didn't have to take too much time finding this spot. Thanks for coming to get me... [Smiling, he slips off the bench, ready to be retrieved and returned to the Express and figuring maybe Caelus wouldn't want to dally around too long here. ...Though he still can't help but laugh a bit too, as something else sinks in.] King Caelus. That's pretty good! There's a catchy ring to it. You know, I bet you could pull off one of those fancy gold crowns and scepters really well...with a big swishy cape you could pose around with...
[May or may not be immediately envisioning a cartoony version of Caelus like this in his mind's eye. (For some reason, a cute raccoon seems to pop in mind as something that'd represent him well in Dreamville? Huh, now that he thinks about it...)
Caelus might be garnering a few odd looks from Aurum Alley passerby, as he continues looking down at and speaking to something next to the bench that doesn't seem to be there.]
Caught somewhere in between...it's an odd existence to be sure, from an outside lens. A sort of contradicting thing that probably shouldn't be sustainable, or so most might think. For that matter, even before Misha's rather more literally strange state right now...the Watchmaker himself had always nurtured a more childishly impetuous streak too, even in old age. But then again, perhaps these qualities are what tailor Misha and Caelus both so very well to the Trailblaze, where they might have had more difficulty fitting in quite right anywhere else: the insight of a strange age blended with the restless spirit of youth, surely the perfect ingredients for pursuing new roads and forging new connections. Maybe breaking things, on occasion, if they need to be broken...
And whether Misha ought to be technically thought of as a "boy" or not...well, he's certainly not doing anything to break the illusion right this moment, is he? The way he blinks awake at the gentle hand on his temple--the bemused way he sits back upright, and says:]
Oh! Caelus, you're h-eeere...
[--the way the pleasant surprise melts into another yawn he has to stifle with a free hand, slightly watery-eyed and equally slightly pink with the embarrassment of it right afterwards--it's all very boyish. Most times, after all, it's the self that comes to him most easily...perhaps after all the time he'd spent going through the motions of a busy child in the hotel, accidentally building a new identity he wasn't really supposed to have. Something about habits formed. Or maybe something about how very easy Caelus makes it, too, to interact like this. (One of the very few people to really fully perceive and acknowledge that bellhop boy as a friend, back at that time, a warmth still not forgotten even despite all the context now...)]
--Gosh, sorry...I didn't mean to fall asleep! Hope you didn't have to take too much time finding this spot. Thanks for coming to get me... [Smiling, he slips off the bench, ready to be retrieved and returned to the Express and figuring maybe Caelus wouldn't want to dally around too long here. ...Though he still can't help but laugh a bit too, as something else sinks in.] King Caelus. That's pretty good! There's a catchy ring to it. You know, I bet you could pull off one of those fancy gold crowns and scepters really well...with a big swishy cape you could pose around with...
[May or may not be immediately envisioning a cartoony version of Caelus like this in his mind's eye. (For some reason, a cute raccoon seems to pop in mind as something that'd represent him well in Dreamville? Huh, now that he thinks about it...)
Caelus might be garnering a few odd looks from Aurum Alley passerby, as he continues looking down at and speaking to something next to the bench that doesn't seem to be there.]
[hey, bullshitting through life is a very valid talent all its own too!]
Good at writing for sure! It's a wonderful skill to have, weird or not. I can see how you managed to fix up the Dreamjoy Memoir's script so well now!
[there's something very script-like about the setup of this game in general, really, that's already pleasantly tickling the watchmaker's subconscious film-stitching sensibilities such that misha's getting a good kick out of it too. unheard, although perhaps transcribed, is an enthused and very thoughtful hum as he turns over this new setup in his head...]
Wow, horses, I've always wanted to ride a horse... [ah, mikhail did probably ride some alien memoria equivalents once or twice in penacony's "frontier cowboy" era, but...ah whoops--] Oh--sorry, I mean! Not right now though, looks like there's a situation in this field. Slimes teasing a sheep? That's probably not good? Is it getting scared and running around?
Um, would the slimes notice me if I walk up and try to get their attention...? I'll--maybe, I'd say! "Excuse me, leave that sheep alone!"
Good at writing for sure! It's a wonderful skill to have, weird or not. I can see how you managed to fix up the Dreamjoy Memoir's script so well now!
[there's something very script-like about the setup of this game in general, really, that's already pleasantly tickling the watchmaker's subconscious film-stitching sensibilities such that misha's getting a good kick out of it too. unheard, although perhaps transcribed, is an enthused and very thoughtful hum as he turns over this new setup in his head...]
Wow, horses, I've always wanted to ride a horse... [ah, mikhail did probably ride some alien memoria equivalents once or twice in penacony's "frontier cowboy" era, but...ah whoops--] Oh--sorry, I mean! Not right now though, looks like there's a situation in this field. Slimes teasing a sheep? That's probably not good? Is it getting scared and running around?
Um, would the slimes notice me if I walk up and try to get their attention...? I'll--maybe, I'd say! "Excuse me, leave that sheep alone!"
( before overflow! )
Really?
It makes me really happy when you say sweet things like that.
You should say them to me more.
Really?
It makes me really happy when you say sweet things like that.
You should say them to me more.
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
I typed those all manually btw. Like no copy and paste. I'm SO excited
Where do you want to go?
[ not the rules of the game, but... rules are made to be broken, etc ]
I typed those all manually btw. Like no copy and paste. I'm SO excited
Where do you want to go?
[ not the rules of the game, but... rules are made to be broken, etc ]
( before overflow! )
lol
you look silly in geppie's, but pela actually made you look kinda cool
but if you tell me i'm hot a few more times maybe i'll believe it
lol
you look silly in geppie's, but pela actually made you look kinda cool
but if you tell me i'm hot a few more times maybe i'll believe it
Yeah, I've heard that.
Maybe they'll make ME into one of those sexy anime protagonists you see in fanart.
But, hey, I'll say it 'til it sticks.
You're the hottest guy I know, and I'm not just saying that because you've got a Stellaron burning inside you.
Maybe they'll make ME into one of those sexy anime protagonists you see in fanart.
But, hey, I'll say it 'til it sticks.
You're the hottest guy I know, and I'm not just saying that because you've got a Stellaron burning inside you.
the stellaron didn't change my looks or anything, i think
actually, i'm not sure
but... thank you
you're really nice sometimes, sampo
do you ever think that i actually look, um
too perfect?
actually, i'm not sure
but... thank you
you're really nice sometimes, sampo
do you ever think that i actually look, um
too perfect?
( before overflow! )
[ Once upon a time, not that long ago, Luocha had a knack for making Caelus a little nervous. He just didn't really know how the man would react to things; he didn't want the merchant, more divinely beautiful creature than mortal man, to dislike him. He wanted to impress Luocha so, so much.
Now, though? Well, he still wants to impress Luocha — that part hasn't changed — but what's changed is that he's learned a little bit more about Luocha. Caelus knows, now, that when the man takes this sort of rhetorical step back, and reframes the conversation, restates his position, calls Caelus charming, flatters him, suffuses him in warm praise — Caelus likes these things, but he's also sharp enough to have noticed that what Luocha is really doing when he goes on in this rather long-winded way is this: he is convincing himself to do something.
Which is fair. It's a lot to ask, isn't it? And he's being so greedy, asking for it. But when Luocha reacts like this, Caelus knows: he wants it too.
So he'll goad the man. Continue to wheedle. Lay it on thick, pleading, begging. Because Luocha likes it when Caelus begs, and the only way he'll submit is if he makes it a favor to the Trailblazer. Caelus knows that, too. ]
I always get tired after we've messed around a bit, don't I?
[ That's a lie. Not true at all. It'd be true of any other young man, maybe, but Caelus only ever seems to get more energized by a secret little tryst with Luocha. If it'll convince the man, though... ]
See, I'm in bed already.
[ The text comes with a photo attachment: Caelus in bed, changed into his pajamas. They're silky black with gold trim on the lapels, and he's lying on his stomach on his pillow, a dastardly smirk on his face. His shirt is buttoned dangerously low and his pose only shows off how far that shirt plunges when it's not properly buttoned up.
The photo suggests this: this is what he'd look like, on top of Luocha, taking that perfect body apart, tearing his composure down bit by slow bit. ]
If you give me something fun to think about, I'll tire myself out
And then I'll get a full eight hours of sleep. Promise.
[ Once upon a time, not that long ago, Luocha had a knack for making Caelus a little nervous. He just didn't really know how the man would react to things; he didn't want the merchant, more divinely beautiful creature than mortal man, to dislike him. He wanted to impress Luocha so, so much.
Now, though? Well, he still wants to impress Luocha — that part hasn't changed — but what's changed is that he's learned a little bit more about Luocha. Caelus knows, now, that when the man takes this sort of rhetorical step back, and reframes the conversation, restates his position, calls Caelus charming, flatters him, suffuses him in warm praise — Caelus likes these things, but he's also sharp enough to have noticed that what Luocha is really doing when he goes on in this rather long-winded way is this: he is convincing himself to do something.
Which is fair. It's a lot to ask, isn't it? And he's being so greedy, asking for it. But when Luocha reacts like this, Caelus knows: he wants it too.
So he'll goad the man. Continue to wheedle. Lay it on thick, pleading, begging. Because Luocha likes it when Caelus begs, and the only way he'll submit is if he makes it a favor to the Trailblazer. Caelus knows that, too. ]
I always get tired after we've messed around a bit, don't I?
[ That's a lie. Not true at all. It'd be true of any other young man, maybe, but Caelus only ever seems to get more energized by a secret little tryst with Luocha. If it'll convince the man, though... ]
See, I'm in bed already.
[ The text comes with a photo attachment: Caelus in bed, changed into his pajamas. They're silky black with gold trim on the lapels, and he's lying on his stomach on his pillow, a dastardly smirk on his face. His shirt is buttoned dangerously low and his pose only shows off how far that shirt plunges when it's not properly buttoned up.
The photo suggests this: this is what he'd look like, on top of Luocha, taking that perfect body apart, tearing his composure down bit by slow bit. ]
If you give me something fun to think about, I'll tire myself out
And then I'll get a full eight hours of sleep. Promise.
Edited 2024-10-06 00:03 (UTC)
If I say them too often, will they not lose their meaning?
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