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taffetahabiliment-blog · 8 years

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[10:45] -- taffetaHabiliment [TH] began trolling estrapadingTrueblue [ET] at 22:45 -- [10:48] TH: hey i found this pic ture of you [10:48] TH: https://67.media.tumblr.com/f5c9870c87239db8fedfa6234d154f13/tumblr_o664ubCk9O1qep5zro1_1280.jpg [10:51] ET: Interesting. [10:51] ET: Im goin to gauge this is an interpretation from your experience. Relatable even. [10:52] TH: who els es ex pe ri ence mat ters [10:53] TH: ????? [10:53] TH: thats my ques tion [10:54] ET: Im not exactly the most unapproachable son of a gun. [10:54] ET: Or maybe I am I just never put thought into it. [10:55] TH: i have [10:55] TH: and let me tell you [10:55] TH: just the worst [10:59] ET: Woefully unintentional. [11:00] TH: i be lieve you [11:03] ET: Thinking too hard on shit is overrated anyway. [11:05] TH: oh same [11:05] TH: whats wrong with you [11:06] TH: i say in the ge nu ine way of a fum bling i di ot [11:06] ET: Nothing. [11:06] ET: Headache. [11:08] TH: okay.jpeg [11:08] TH: sor ry youre hav ing a shit time [11:09] ET: Nothing a lil TLC wont cure. [11:13] ET: The music group I mean. But also regular old tender love and care. [11:18] TH: dont go cha sing wa ter falls [11:18] TH: please stick to the ri vers and the lakes that youre used to [11:18] TH: :-/ [11:19] ET: A terrible rendition but its a good song. [11:20] TH: that was li te ral ly [11:20] TH: text [11:20] TH: how do you judge my ren di tion [11:21] ET: Your voice is haunting enough for me to picture it clearly. [11:27] TH: how can you see in to my eyes like op en doors [11:29] ET: Its a good lull for relaxation is what Im sayin. [11:54] ET: Where you at. [12:04] TH: the u su al spot [12:04] TH: in hell [12:05] TH: aka my room [12:07] ET: Get out and come to mine. [12:08] TH: oh shit [12:09] TH: well thats force ful [12:10] ET: You could argue. [12:12] TH: nah [12:12] TH: ill be there in a sec ond [09:37] EMILET: *HE SLAP AT THE DOOR.* [09:37] EMILET: *not a knock.* [09:39] JOEL: *Hell no, he's not coming to get it. Joel is too busy playing Street Fighter upside down at his bean bags.* Doors open. [09:40] EMILET: of course it is [09:41] EMILET: *slides it open and stares at Joel doing his weird bag angle.* [09:41] EMILET: o k [09:44] JOEL: Yeah hi to you too. *At that moment, Lei Lei hops onto the desk. Greeting Emilet with a cautionary tail perk.* [09:46] EMILET: oh HI [09:46] EMILET: this is who i came to see [09:46] EMILET: *steps over to the desk to scritch the bitty* [09:48] JOEL: *She is already so spoiled. Raises her rump for many scritches, only to twirl around for several more.* True. She loves entertainin visitors. *slorps water from a straw in this upside down angle* [10:53] EMILET: and i love her *scoops her up so he can sit with her on another bean bag and bestow cheek rubs.* [10:53] EMILET: so did you need me for some thing or did you just want me to pet your cat [10:54] EMILET: bec ause im not ar gu ing [10:55] JOEL: *She purrs with the power of a two cylinder motor, loving both the cuddles and the chin scratches. Joel bites through a twizzler and takes his time in answering.* Dont need a reason to hang out I dont think. [10:55] JOEL: Unless you think I do. [11:07] EMILET: youre look ing at that thing more than me [11:08] EMILET: am i not in te res ting en ough on my own [11:08] EMILET: are you [11:08] EMILET: not en ter tained [11:08] EMILET: ?????? [11:11] JOEL: So hot out the box can we pick up the pace? Turn it up heat it up I need to be entertained... [11:11] JOEL: Maybe just relax? [11:13] EMILET: well not af ter you just whip out ad am lam bert at me :-/ [11:14] JOEL: Oh now I worked you up. My bad. *pauses game and haulst himself up to sit* Kay Im here. [11:14] JOEL: Sup. [11:15] EMILET: turn it sup heat it sup [11:15] EMILET: just the u su al [11:16] EMILET: ha ha o k thats a lie but most ly the u su al [11:27] JOEL: Tell me about it. *No really, do. He has the twizzlers and the bean bag.* [11:28] EMILET: well first of all [11:28] EMILET: i have a cat [11:28] EMILET: this is an im por tant up date [11:29] JOEL: Actually I have a cat and she doesnt date. Shes too young for suitors. [11:30] EMILET: wow [11:30] EMILET: o k [11:30] EMILET: *but not too young for scritches.* [11:31] JOEL: Specially one who dont even bring her guardians a proper dowry. What is this. [11:31] EMILET: look [11:31] EMILET: just bec ause im on the mar ket does nt mean my val ue dropped [11:32] JOEL: If I dont buy it Zuserk doesnt buy it and Lei Lei is never leavin the house. *The kitten in question is loaf in Emilet's arms.* [11:33] EMILET: *the most precious loaf...* [11:33] EMILET: thats o k ill just come and se re nade her win dow side [11:33] JOEL: Only if you sing her the good shit. [11:34] EMILET: ... [11:34] EMILET: a no kou sa ten de [11:35] EMILET: min na ga mo shi su kip pu wo shi te [11:35] EMILET: *he's singing ponponpon* [11:36] JOEL: *Nods in approval. Lei Lei is seeminly unmoved, only purring and giving Emilet's arm a good sniff.* [11:39] EMILET: *a cute...* whats up with you [11:40] JOEL: Mmmgh. Nothin. [11:40] JOEL: Doing research for a tire garden. [11:40] EMILET: ti re gar den [11:41] JOEL: Yeah. Gotta take it over whenever Mithun goes back to Troll Texas. [11:42] EMILET: you mean new be su to to mo da chi [11:47] JOEL: *squints a lil in thought* Not sure if Id go that far. [11:47] EMILET: but you would go far en ough [11:48] EMILET: *boops noses with a kitten* [11:49] JOEL: Yeah I guess. But you still only have one best friend at a time. Usually. [11:49] JOEL: So no. [11:51] EMILET: if thats what you u su al ly do [11:52] EMILET: i wish you and lei lei all the best [11:53] EMILET: ;-) [11:54] JOEL: Lei Lei is my beautiful daughter you fuck. Shes better than a best friend. [11:55] EMILET: troo [12:21] JOEL: *lobs a pillow at his face* [12:21] EMILET: *DOOF* [12:21] EMILET: *but protects lei lei from it* [12:21] EMILET: wtf friend ly fi re much????? [12:25] JOEL: *rises to gently take the daughter up. Sets her safe and sound on the ground.* ... *push-shoves at Emilet* [12:26] EMILET: oh??? my g ood ??? [12:26] EMILET: i ne ver ev en asked for this [12:26] EMILET: what do you ex pect to shove out of me [12:26] JOEL: *squishing the pillow to him.* Shh. Itll be quick. [12:26] EMILET: you mo ther fuck [12:26] EMILET: *SQUIRMS* [12:27] JOEL: *intends to get him nice and crushed under this pillow. Gentle wrassling and snrrking.* [12:28] EMILET: BRO [12:28] EMILET: MY GUY [12:28] EMILET: MY DUDE [12:28] EMILET: P A L [12:29] EMILET: h O M IE [12:29] EMILET: UN DO THIS [12:31] JOEL: *Just. Drapes his whole weight onto the pillow and the squirmy troll. Crushing both of them.* What???? [12:31] EMILET: l ei le i help hes gross and touch ing me [12:31] JOEL: *squishes hand to face* Shhh. Dont fight it. [01:09] EMILET: *STICKS TONGUE OUT AT HIS HAND* [01:09] EMILET: *he will do it* [01:09] EMILET: *he's done it before by god he will do it again* [01:10] JOEL: *Then Emilet will just have spit shmeared all over his face. It'll be grand. The gentle wrassling persists.* Do it. [01:10] EMILET: what the fuck is wrong with you [01:12] JOEL: Dont bring Lei Lei into this. Also dont use such foul language. Shes a lady. [01:13] EMILET: wh [01:14] EMILET: no [01:14] EMILET: stop [01:14] EMILET: im too high for this???? ?? [01:16] JOEL: Are you actually. *poking his sides through the pillow* [02:11] EMILET: yes i am ac tu HA [02:11] EMILET: st o p [02:11] EMILET: en ough is TO O MU CH !!! [02:13] JOEL: *poke poke poke before shoving himself off, flopping next to him* Damn. Alright. Ill stop. [02:21] EMILET: *wheezes and side eyes suspiciously* [02:22] EMILET: i want [02:22] EMILET: to bite you [02:22] EMILET: so bad right now [02:23] JOEL: ... *Okay pushes his elbow towards his face* So bite me you furry fuck. I dare you. [02:24] EMILET: are [02:24] EMILET: you cal ling ME [02:24] EMILET: the fur ry fuck???? [02:24] EMILET: exc use me????? [02:25] JOEL: I have literally never in my life ever been a furry. [02:25] EMILET: de ni al [02:25] EMILET: is not on ly a ri ver [02:25] EMILET: but its al so a shit bag [02:25] EMILET: named joel [02:26] EMILET: *rolls onto his belly and grabs Joel's arm. HE'S GONNA DO IT HE'S GONNA BITE HIM.* [02:30] JOEL: *scream but not really. He just wrestles this bitey weeb, wheezing slightly as he tries not to laugh.* Takes one to know one motherfuck. [02:31] EMILET: from onE MOT HER FUCK TO A NO THER [02:32] EMILET: *HE BITE!!!!! THE BICEP!!!!8 [02:32] EMILET: * [02:32] EMILET: *get fukt, musculature* [02:34] JOEL: Fucking shitstain???? You got TEETH. *boinks him right on the head with his free hand.* [02:35] EMILET: *ok now he's laughing too hard to keep biting him* ow fuck!!! [02:36] EMILET: ev-- ha hA ev er y one has teeth you dumb fuck??? [02:37] JOEL: Yeah okay but look at this shit? *inspecting the bicep for the bite mark* Looks like a gremlin got me. [02:38] EMILET: sur prise [02:38] EMILET: it was me aus tin [02:38] EMILET: a per son with teeth [02:38] EMILET: a rare and beau ti ful thing [02:39] JOEL: *wiping the drool on him as he talks* [02:41] EMILET: sot oP P [02:41] EMILET: *grabs his arm with both hands* [02:41] EMILET: THIS IS NOT THE FLU ID I WANT [02:43] JOEL: *tommy wiseau voice* Do not touch me motherfucker. *but he settles down, snickering a storm* Dick. [02:44] EMILET: keep your stu pid com ments in your pock et [02:44] EMILET: AND your dick [02:45] JOEL: Dick in a pocket. Right where it belongs. [02:48] EMILET: br u h [02:49] EMILET: pe ti tion to change the name of un der wear to dick pock et [02:49] JOEL: *gdi that makes him laugh* Fuck. Id sign that. [02:50] JOEL: Theyd have to pry the rights to the "right where it belongs" slogan out of my cold dead hands tho. [02:51] EMILET: *wheezes* [02:51] EMILET: dick pock et.......... for when you dont have a ny where bet ter to put it [02:52] EMILET: why dont i have my own bu si ness al rea dy [02:53] JOEL: The world aint ready for your genius is my guess. [02:55] EMILET: they ne ver were thats why im such an un der ground sen sa tion [02:56] JOEL: How many followers you have nowadays. [02:59] EMILET: i just did a give a way for one mil 8-) [03:01] JOEL: See. Why sell dick pockets when you got the cool influence of one million bloggers. *scoots and uses Emilet's shoulder as a pillow. Comfy.* [03:04] EMILET: *baka.........* more like i am the cool in flu ence to one mil li on un sus pec ting weebs [03:04] EMILET: and i love them all [03:05] EMILET: ev en the ones that ask me to pose for their weird kinks [03:05] EMILET: and the spam bots that want me to play test their """"games"""" [03:05] JOEL: And they love you. Or otherwise followin you out of spite like I am. [03:05] JOEL: Lmao. [03:05] EMILET: hey [03:05] EMILET: i did nt get to the three hun dred hate mes sa ges a day yet [03:06] EMILET: you got ta let me fin ish [03:06] EMILET: i bet theyre all you [03:06] EMILET: co py pas ting va ri a tions [03:06] EMILET: re mix ing the old hate [03:08] JOEL: Its true I can get real creative with all the ways I can spell out Eat Me. Ive got nothing better to do with my time every day. You know how it is. [03:09] EMILET: the tra gic fact that you just have nt learned all you have to do is ask thats what im sad ab out [03:10] EMILET: *shakes head* [03:11] JOEL: Been going about it so long. So wrong. [03:14] EMILET: i know its hard to stop [03:15] EMILET: but trust me [03:15] EMILET: your ef forts were not in vain [03:15] EMILET: not a day goes by where i dont get the mes sage loud and clear [03:16] JOEL: *he's just... laughing. Fuck.* Christ. Aight. [03:16] JOEL: Dont think I can do much to top that. [03:18] EMILET: see i knew you did nt want to top??? that was the oth er part of the mes sage [03:20] JOEL: Hey now. Theres a difference between seizing opportunties and just knowing when to lie low. [03:22] EMILET: you are li te ral ly not help ing your self here [03:24] JOEL: *content to lie there, spreading smiles to himself* Maybe I just dont know what I want and cant really claim otherwise. [03:26] EMILET: sto ry of my liiiife [03:26] EMILET: *he sing* [03:28] JOEL: *pats his arm. Or rather, brings it over for a loose hug.* [03:29] EMILET: *well, in that case, he's rolling onto his side, closer, grinning despite himself. he can't help thinking they haven't felt like this in a while. that it's nice to know it's not really gone.* [03:32] JOEL: *Shockingly, it's exactly this feeling that drove Joel to look for Emilet in the first place. Scoots up closer for a proper cuddle.* Cmere. [03:34] EMILET: no you kuh meer [03:35] EMILET: i am per fect where i am [03:36] EMILET: i may place a flag and re turn here la ter [03:36] JOEL: Okay but spots warm if you want it. *pats himself invitingly* [03:40] EMILET: .... [03:40] EMILET: *HUFFS* [03:41] EMILET: *but also wriggles closer and sidles up to him. kind of leans his chin on Joel's shoulder.* [03:42] JOEL: *lets him get comfortable... and scritches at his head. There there.* [03:42] EMILET: *reluctant murring... but NOT in a furry way.* [03:44] JOEL: *It's 100% furry so it only means more head scratches.* Missed this. [03:51] EMILET: *It's weird how he feels compelled to laugh a little, and he isn't sure what the root of it is. Something good? Something ironic? Maybe both.* [03:52] EMILET: im glad you did [03:55] JOEL: You ever think I didnt? *It's a good opportunity to gently muss up his usually perfect hair. Get wrecked.* [03:55] EMILET: *offended whine???* [03:56] EMILET: may be??? [03:59] JOEL: Well dont worry about it. Cuz I do. *fiddles with his hair some more* [04:02] EMILET: ha ha [04:02] EMILET: i like when im good en ough to miss [04:04] JOEL: *snorts* I just think sometimes theres too much shit happening to just... not touch base with why it matters at all. Or let anybody forget about it. [04:05] JOEL: So it is what it is. [04:08] EMILET: its just you........ be ing a kind fool [04:08] EMILET: to bal ance out those droves of hate mes sa ges [04:08] EMILET: got ta toss it up some times [04:08] EMILET: keeps me on my toes [04:09] JOEL: Nah okay. You drive me fucking batshit sometimes but thats not all. *bumps his chin to the top of his head* Youre a good. Sometimes anyway. [04:13] EMILET: a..... good???? [04:13] EMILET: sounds fake but o k [04:13] JOEL: One whole good. [04:13] EMILET: *snrk* [04:13] EMILET: i real ly need to hold tigh ter on to that one [04:13] EMILET: lest it get a way...... [04:14] EMILET: for real tho [04:14] EMILET: im kind of try ing [04:15] EMILET: where in kind of trans lates to re a ly [04:15] EMILET: rea la al y [04:19] JOEL: *pets at the back of his head again* I know babe. [04:19] JOEL: I mean I dont gotta know how to know that you are. [04:20] JOEL: Dont gotta explain somethin like that to me. [04:21] EMILET: ha ha.... i feel like i should [04:21] JOEL: Okay well. Either way. I hear you loud and clear. [04:22] EMILET: not that im go ing to [04:22] EMILET: it just feels like [04:22] EMILET: im sup posed to [04:23] JOEL: Whys that. *the hair playing continues* [04:23] EMILET: bec ause like [04:25] EMILET: *rubs at his own face* its like peo ple might not no tice if i dont?? ha ha [04:27] JOEL: *Just sighs, bringing his arms around him better for a hug.* I mean... if you feel like you have to or like. [04:28] JOEL: I make you feel like you have to. Then you should til one day I get my shit together enough where you dont have to anymore. And nothing else matters besides me just.... trusting you. [04:31] EMILET: *he had already felt the funny tickle in his throat and it's really inevitable how it all wells up in his eyes but he still doesn't want Joel to have to see it, so he turns his face in toward Joel's shoulder and sort of burrows there for a bit. It's obvious enough in his voice when he speaks, anyway.* [04:31] EMILET: i know i dont [04:31] EMILET: make it ea sy [04:34] JOEL: Well... whatever. Neither do I. *With everything he was understanding about the situation, all Joel wanted to do was... be here. Holding Emilet and maybe act like the model he wanted to set.* We all act like fucking dick pockets at each other and its messed up. [04:34] JOEL: A cycle right but... [04:34] JOEL: The thing thats cool about it is. [04:35] JOEL: We always come back. [04:36] EMILET: like [04:36] EMILET: fuck ing [04:36] EMILET: dick boo mer angs [04:37] EMILET: *sniffs. the imagery helps.* [04:37] JOEL: Dick boomerangs for the dick pockets of our personalties. *smecks him right on the head, squeezing him again* [04:38] EMILET: *he makes a sound somewhere between surprise and a laugh at that. um??? rude?????* [04:39] EMILET: bec ause [04:39] EMILET: thats al ways where i keep my boo mer ang [04:39] EMILET: safe ly stowed aw ay in my pock et [04:40] EMILET: i dont know where this me ta phor is go ing a ny more who gives a fuck [04:40] JOEL: Not your safely stowed boomerang. [04:40] EMILET: nah [04:41] EMILET: its not on the up and up [04:41] JOEL: Frankly Im offended. [04:41] JOEL: If this emotional crap aint doing it for you I dont know what will. [04:42] JOEL: Bro... dont look at my broner when Im sharing my feelings with you. [04:42] EMILET: *tilts his face up a little* [04:42] EMILET: too late bro [04:43] EMILET: you cant unbrone whats-- *fuck he can't do it* [04:43] EMILET: un broo??? [04:43] EMILET: fu ck [04:44] JOEL: Say it Em. [04:44] JOEL: Unbrone whats been brone. [04:44] JOEL: ...Broned. [04:44] JOEL: Gfdi. [04:44] EMILET: broned is ab out how im feel ing right now [04:45] JOEL: Boned by a bro. [04:45] JOEL: Like it was always meant to be. [04:46] EMILET: tee bee aych??? [04:46] EMILET: *maybe a return smeck... to the side of Joel's face. affection. scandalous.* [04:48] JOEL: *snrrrks a laugh and just hugs him back. All this affection. SCANDALOUS.* I love you okay. Surprise. [04:48] JOEL: The besuto tomodatchi was you all along. [04:49] EMILET: u m ????? [04:49] EMILET: *He's actually pretty yellow about this. Sounds Fake But Ok Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.* [04:51] EMILET: i [04:51] EMILET: you cant just [04:51] EMILET: brone a guy...... like this???? [04:51] EMILET: god help me im a shit ty fuck ing meme [04:52] JOEL: I can... and I did. *grinning* Turns out I can top when I wanna. [04:52] JOEL: Boom. The circle of stupidity is complete. [04:53] EMILET: n o , ,, , [04:53] EMILET: un fuck that cir cle this in stant [04:53] EMILET: im con fused and o ver whelmed [04:53] JOEL: Thats what got us into this mess to start with. [04:53] JOEL: Dont over think it. [04:54] EMILET: glad ly [04:54] EMILET: my pre ferred meth od of deal ing with things is not think ing at all [04:54] JOEL: Bro... just let me hold you to my brosom. *squeeze* [04:55] EMILET: now im just mad you made that pun at me [04:55] EMILET: and al so that i did nt think of it first :-/ [04:55] EMILET: i want a di brorce [04:57] JOEL: Fuck you. This bromance is far from... brover. [04:57] EMILET: st o p [04:58] JOEL: *whispers to him* (Its a broverload.) [04:58] EMILET: more like a bro ver chode [04:58] EMILET: :-///// [04:58] EMILET: how ma ny puns can we make be fore some thing stops be ing an ac tu al word [04:58] JOEL: Shhh. Just lemme hold you. [04:59] JOEL: Shhhhhhhhh. [04:59] EMILET: ... [04:59] EMILET: *looks into the camera as Baby Let Me Love You plays in his head* [04:59] JOEL: * B) * [04:59] EMILET: fine i GUESS [05:01] JOEL: *scritches at his hair some more* Youre welcome. [05:01] EMILET: wow [05:01] EMILET: thanks [05:01] EMILET: *but really.......* [05:02] JOEL: Feel it bro. Its a good tiddy pillow. *pats his chest* Just sayin. [05:02] JOEL: Youre fuckin welcome. [05:02] EMILET: there are not near ly en ough fucks for me to be fuck ing wel come [05:02] EMILET: but ill take it [05:03] EMILET: *claims tiddy pillow*

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proficientinternuncio-blog · 8 years

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-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began communicating with proficientInternuncio [PI] at 23:20 -- ET: Hey good lookin. PI: joel. ET: Das me. How you doing. PI: we. PI: ...nn. PI: moisture. on person. ET: You take a shower? ET: I can confirm that its a thing you do from time to time. Not that Im privy where or how often. PI: no. was rammie. ET: She took you a shower? Thats fucking adorable. PI: no. PI: was pool. ET: Even better. ET: Bet you had fun. PI: yes. ET: Damn straight. PI: ... shoul shower. this is logical motion. PI: however. PI: you. ET: Me. The adjective the noun the verb. PI: yes. ET: I gotcha. Ill be around anyway so. ET: Hmu when youre free. PI: can wai. ET: Uh no. Aliens can catch chills too. ET: Just ask John. PI: no. ET: Alright if you wanna be stubborn we can just husk two corn at once and have you come over. ET: The mental imagery for your viewin pleasure. PI: yes. better plan. ET: Great minds think alike. ZUSERK: *He's at the vent cover shortly. It's definitely a different image seeing him emerge shirtless, probably, but check those SWEET LIGHTNING SWIM TRUNKS. Rammie made them for him okay. The last real signs of dampness are those and his hair, which is... somewhere between spiky and fluffy at the moment. He drops to the floor in a crouch.* JOEL: *Um. Joel is chilling in the bean bag pile, half watching Dangle Rooble animes and eating dried fruit snacks when Zuserk drops down.* .............. *slowly eats another raisin, giving him a passive stare down* JOEL: Guess it never occurred to me you had swim gear. Or needed it. ZUSERK: didn. ZUSERK: rammie. JOEL: You look good. ZUSERK: ... *just kind of crawls closer. sits nearby instead.* appreciae. ZUSERK: was no effor. JOEL: *offers him some dried fruit snacks* Like sure youre tryin but its practically effortless. ZUSERK: ... no. *reaches. he might... actually... eat some??? like, in front of him. incredible.* JOEL: *Joel isn't here to judge him. Pours out some dried bananas strawberries and raisins for him.* For what its worth. Youre more of a guy who goes for function over fashion anyway. JOEL: So I feel the no effort thing. ZUSERK: don seem... to require effor. have approval. of only relevan opinions. *he sticks a single banana slice in his mouth. CRUNCH.* JOEL: Sounds like a good deal. *cracks a smile to himself* Got your priorties straight. Like always. JOEL: You still down for that shower? ZUSERK: ... can leave now. yes. ZUSERK: *puts a raisin in his mouth.* JOEL: Uh no. JOEL: I mean my shower. JOEL: With me. ZUSERK: *slow smiles.* ZUSERK: hnn. JOEL: *...no. He was trying to be cool here and now that's ruined by a creeping blush to his face.* JOEL: Yeah just. JOEL: Think on it. Or something. ZUSERK: am teasin you. joel. JOEL: Its always somethin awful. *mild pout as he nibble this banana piece* ZUSERK: seems. exaggeration. JOEL: I thought trolls were all about exaggeration. JOEL: As well as mixin words together so they mean the same thing. JOEL: Awful can be good too. ZUSERK: am no trolls. ZUSERK: swell is goo. ZUSERK: say swell. JOEL: I bet it is. *srrrrrrks* ZUSERK: nnnn. JOEL: Swell I say. Swell. *cranks up the accent* ZUSERK: more. exaggeration. JOEL: For comedic effect. ZUSERK: is also. endearin. JOEL: Just makes for underestimation. JOEL: Surprises are the gifts that keep on giving. ZUSERK: yes. fin this true also. JOEL: *boink, flicks a raisin at his horn* ZUSERK: nn--! ZUSERK: *squint* JOEL: Five second rule. ZUSERK: *he just stares at the raisin on the floor. slowly picks it up. then reaches over and puts it up to Joel's mouth, completely stoic.* ZUSERK: helpin. JOEL: *stares him straight in the eye as he chomps it* Thank you hon. ZUSERK: welcome. JOEL: Aight. *starts climbing out of beanbag* Shower time. JOEL: Lets hop to it. JOEL: *offers one of his hands out to help him up* ... *decidedly offers both hands* ZUSERK: ... *just. puts the rest of the fruit in his mouth. FUCK IT. he has a couple free hands to grab Joel's in the meantime. He doesn't need them, but it's an excuse.* JOEL: *You're damn right it's an excuse. Zuserk gets a peck to the cheek as a reward.* ZUSERK: ... *soft crunching.* nn. JOEL: *He is cute... but that's completely normal. Tugs Zoos along by one maybe two fingers off towards the showers. Welcome back into his bathroom.* So what I was itching to say before. JOEL: I know what me and Pythia are going to get on building. JOEL: Bet you cant guess. ZUSERK: ... is. animal? JOEL: ...Not completely. *Okay. This could turn into a fun game. Joel is tugging off his shirt with a grin.* ZUSERK: *Zuserk is... watching. He doesn't have much to take off, here.* ... animal with. pythia aestheti. JOEL: I think that goes without sayin. *kicking off the lower half of his clothes now. He nude now and goes to fiddle with the shower.* JOEL: Its a robot its an animal. Kind of. JOEL: Its got Pythias aesthetic written all over it. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: *looks at the ceiling* ZUSERK: birdplane? JOEL: Holy shit. Thats incredible. *actually laughs and flicks his hand of nice warm water* Weirdly youre on the right track. JOEL: Sans the bird. ZUSERK: hnn... ZUSERK: *well, now he's really thinking about it.* JOEL: Ill give you one more guess. JOEL: Make it four. *wink* ZUSERK: can. be ridden. or driven. JOEL: *waggles eyebrows* ZUSERK: animal shape vehicle? ZUSERK: have to guess animal? ZUSERK: woul imagine. colorful. JOEL: Okay. So. Okay. *He's too excited to keep it a secret now.* Its gonna be a mecha suit right. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: oh. JOEL: Pink and all bunny themed and anime as shit. But its fun dude. Thats what makes it fun. ZUSERK: ... see. ZUSERK: *right. he was doing something. he slides those swim trunks off.* JOEL: Yeah and she really digs it so like. Why the hell not? *cheerful rambling, the happiest clam* ZUSERK: *dammit joel....* is. nice. yes. ZUSERK: gla for this. JOEL: Yeah haha. *rubs his arm and appears unconscious of it* Probably not as cool as what you and Rammie are gonna do. ZUSERK: don. see difference. JOEL: I mean I got the know how but none experience. Im probably gonna be asking my dads for advice... if they dont try taking it over themselves. ZUSERK: shouldn le them. is. your experience. JOEL: *makes himself busy jumping into the shower* ...Itll be a struggle either way. ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: can be overcome. also. JOEL: *gestures for him to come in* ZUSERK: *he's sort of hovering there just outside until Joel waves him in, and he steps in carefully, one ear flicking at the pelting of warm water.* JOEL: *immediately gets his hands up in his hair and smooches at his forehead* Im glad you had fun today. ZUSERK: *leans in so he can do just that.* am also. JOEL: What else happened? *rubbing his shoulders and chest down with soap. So lovingly.* I mean the swiim trunks gotta be excitin. ZUSERK: *oh no... that's nice... his eyes narrow to slits.* learne. rammie can swim. better than me. ZUSERK: ... no difficul accomplishmen. however. notable. ZUSERK: also. JOEL: Absolutely nobody could have seen that coming. *scrub scrub his arms* ZUSERK: am investigatin. a fashion rule. is. surprisingly difficul. JOEL: What rule are we talkin about. *shifting over to get at his back now* ZUSERK: whie. after "labor day." ZUSERK: *casually turns for him* JOEL: Eh. Its just some classist type bullshit made up on Earth culture for fucking ever ago. JOEL: Now its just a superstition. ZUSERK: can fin no certain source. is interestin. JOEL: Lets be real. Id never be able to participate in that practice. JOEL: Im white every goddamn day of my life. JOEL: At least my hair is lmao. ZUSERK: hair. coun as fashion? JOEL: Yes. You always take care of your hair. *Speaking of which, time to scrub the bug's scalp with shampoo. But alas. He is too tall.* Do the honors. JOEL: *gets at scrubbing his own scalp nice and clean* ZUSERK: ... hnn. *He doesn't know much about that, either. But he does know it is very easy to get distracted, instead, and any number of his hands find Joel's waist so he can lean down and kiss his neck. And probably get shampoo on his face. Is this not what Joel was wanting?? Too late.* JOEL: *hums at the smooch on his neck, the hands on his waist. Well no it's not EXACTLY what he wanted but he'll take it.* ...Do me next. *grins at him* ZUSERK: ... after this. *Yeah, he's reaching for the soap. Nothing more to say about that. Four whole soapy hands find different spots on Joel's torso, and maybe neither their gentleness or efficiency is a surprise.* JOEL: *It's no surprise at all and in fact, gives Joel a chance to start humming in earnest. First aimlessly and then with a little more direction.* Hmm hm hm.... oh damn oh damn im so perplexed.... Hmm hmn... Just one breath im locked in. JOEL: Da da da da da... On that its almost shockin. ZUSERK: ... *The odd thought occurs to him that Joel is revealing his inner songbird tendencies all of a sudden, and it might be more amusing if it were less charming. He hadn't entirely registered how he had started to smile, yet, gaze focused on his work.* JOEL: *He's happy therefore he sings.* Cause if I want you... and I want you babe... Aint goin backwards. Wont ask for space. JOEL: Cause space was just a word made up by someone whos afraid to get too... Close. (Ohhh.) ZUSERK: *As soon as he's done, he doesn't dare interrupt; instead, he just gets his arms around Joel's soapy body again, nuzzling right into the crook of his neck with a barely audible chirr. He's happy, too.* JOEL: *singing dissolves back into hum, lips pressing onto the skin of Zuserk's shoulder. A whole parade of gentle, warm kisses as a thumb draws idle circles there for a second.* ZUSERK: ... *He's crouching just a tiny bit just to get a couple hands secure on Joel's bottom and the other two on his thighs, and then he is apparently scooping him up, draping either leg at the sides of his hips, and rotating them around so Joel can meet the shower stream. He's also going to keep holding him. Nailed it.* JOEL: *Zuserk has got to be the fucking smoothest, always. Huffs as he's being lifted, still being NEW to this whole manhandling business. And given the compromising position, Joel's humming faulters altogether. Just to look at him. Maybe steal a few kisses... or just one that lingers....* ZUSERK: *Smooth?? This was just an impulse he ran with, but he's glad he did, glad for the way the taste settles on his lips with the same kind of unspoken promise he's coming to know. What is a bit less intentional is the slightest brush of movement at the underside of one of Joel's thighs. Whoops??* JOEL: Mmm... *What is that. His first guess is that it's one of Zuserk's hands, plus it's not like he can crane himself to see or anything. But one thing he could say that for as slight as it is, it sure feels good. The questioning 'mm's become more 'mhmm's of curiousity. He returns to the regularly scheduled programming of pressing soft kisses to the corners of Zuserk's mouth.* ZUSERK: *He's sort of hesitant to move now, to further give himself away -- not for his sake, of course, but more for Joel's. He doesn't want to... startle him? Nothing wrong with being careful. He sort of hasn't thought of how he's just staring at Joel while he considers all this. His bulge isn't much getting it, either, with how it inches out further and swipes closer to the inside of his thigh. Kind of making the whole consideration a moot point, here.* JOEL: *So the first time was a guess, the second time he feels movement along his thigh, all doubt is removed from his mind. Joel is now up to speed with exactly what was going on, as evident by the glance he steals from Zuserk. Congratulations everyone.* ...... *still looking right at Zuserk as he begins rubbing himself against him, catching whatever friction he could here with his legs still wrapped around his sides. Yes. So far so good.* ZUSERK: ahh-- hn-- *Alright, that is definitely much quicker than /inching/ out now, all cool and slick and broad and pressing up into Joel from below, and his hold his almost the tiniest bit shaky now. Zuserk makes the decision to get them a little more support, so he turns just enough to press Joel's back into the shower wall instead of nothing, his bulge just sort of swiping around at whim and closer, more curious still.- ZUSERK: ... joel. JOEL: Nnnhh... *That wall was ungodly cold, but nothing compared to the front half of him. The half that's being pressed in by Zuserk and striking some... stirrings from deep inside. Arms and legs tense around the hold Joel has around him as he exhales.* ...Yeah? *Keep it cool, keep it casual. Act like being crushed against the shower wall wasn't making hard, if the bulge running under him wasn't alread JOEL: y. Everything's fine.* ZUSERK: *He's watching Joel straight on, carefully observing any change in expression, anything he can try to pick up on and make sense out of. But he still needs to ask, as always.* wha... woul you. lie. to do. here? JOEL: Like specifically? Cuz... *Yep, that is still squirming he's feeling at his underside. It makes Joel distracted for a moment long enough to trail off. Oh yeah. Words.* We have options. Might wanna analyze those first. ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: pu you here. ZUSERK: seems fair to inquire. JOEL: Build us up a presentation for the board members. Run it by them for approval. Get the shit patented and sold in department stores nationwide. ZUSERK: ... JOEL: Im talkin pictographs and pie charts. JOEL: This is... hard business. *There it is.* ZUSERK: *His gaze sort of trails down for a moment before snapping back up.* ... yes? JOEL: Resounding yeses from the audience. *begins rubbing himself again, his back helpfully supported by the wall behind him. Zuserk better not loosen his grip.* I say... We go with this fine helpin of resources and see just what comes out of it. JOEL: Alternatively. JOEL: I could stand to kneel for a time. *says this like hmmm yeah* ZUSERK: *His bulge is pressing up closer, sort of nudging its way between yielding flesh, and he's only sort of maybe seventy-five percent listening to Joel as his nerves spark blissfully for attention. He's definitely not letting go; rather, he holds a little tighter.* --yes? JOEL: Ye-.... *words catch because the sliding has become nudging and it's really REALLY very distracting. Not to mention insistant. Joel can't find that he can ramble too much more.* JOEL: Y es. *Fuck.* ZUSERK: *He huffs out, soft, and he can't entirely help the need to lower his head again, his horns lightly tapping the shower wall and sort of jolting him, but he can ignore it for the sake of burying his face in Joel's warm shoulder and pressing a kiss there, breath hitching again as the tip of his bulge has definitely gotten the gist of all this and is presently making an attempt to work itself into Joel, slow and seeping out a convenient slickness.* nn... JOEL: *It was an... interesting sensation. Joel's voice faltering even more the further a PROBING pressed into, followed by the rapid decline in stringed thoughts as the pressure increased. Very slightly but definitely. Interesting. It's the only word coming to him right now, heart thumping in his chest. With Zuserk's breath on his shoulder, Joel wills his legs to relax from around him, relying on the inclination of his back against the shower and the guy's strength enough to just CARRY him. Bent knees and feet dangle on either side of Zuserk as Joel's upper half curls into him, a sound beginning to grind out of him.* ...Shit. *puffs. Where he can't squirm from below, his fingers are tensing into Zuserk's back. He's waiting for more.* ZUSERK: *His kisses trail over to Joel's neck in an instinctual attempt at reassurance as Zuserk senses the tension releasing, shifting in his body, carefully holding up the weight with little difficulty as of yet and more than content to allow Joel to make himself comfortable in whatever way he needed. This was, as he understood, a somewhat delicate act. He isn't trying to actively push quite so much anymore as he feels himself languidly sliding in deeper, the softest rumble of a hum in his chest.* joel... is... alrigh? JOEL: Yeah yeah I... *hhh. He hadn't even realized how hot his face was feeling, not until cool lips kiss along his neck. He's arching his neck then, the more the flexible shape pressed into him. Teeth clamped down on his lip, Joel had to be conscious of his own tightness resisting entry but. Shit shit. Zuserk was always so careful and gentle with him, it wasn't all that Joel could focus on right now.* JOEL: Cant... words. Right now. *breathes out against his shoulder, his attention wavering completely. There was... an acute difference in temperature for one. The sensation of something DEFINITELY moving inside him until- Woah. Woaahhhhhhmmnnnn. A similar sound escapes him as the bulge tip teases at a certain spot deep inside. Where Joel was feeling the warmth of arousal spread slow as melting butter before, suddenly spiked in intensity. Evident by his gasp, the digging of his fingers finally, and the pulsations in the cock pressed up against Zuserk's belly. Can't be much doubt there.* ZUSERK: --nn? *The vocal affirmation had been one thing, but /this/ -- Joel's gasping, arching body, fingertips (harmlessly) digging into Zuserk's skin, hot flesh pressed against him like it's starved for attention -- that is all quite a bit different. Clearly, he's caused it somehow, and the curiosity has him flexing his own cock inside Joel, wondering where it's all coming from, if he can replicate the reaction, multiply it. One of his hands reaches closer between them, but ends up hovering over Joel's erection indecisively, not willing just yet to interrupt the experiment.* JOEL: *the second time the jolt of pleasure surges through him... INTO that sweet spot deep inside, a brilliant collection of curses start spilling out before Joel can help it, fingernails scrabbling at Zuserk's back. Punctated mostly by the cry he's not very successfully but trying to keep a lid on.* Motherfffffuuuuu--ahhhhh...! *Helplessly caught up in how his insides were being stroked, how he seemed to tense from around Zuserk but still want more. It's then that his mouth is pressing back to Zoos's shoulder, kissing breathlessly, and then sinking dull teeth against gray flesh. Worrying purple spots to appear. This was all happening very fast for Joel.* Mmmmnnnnn... ZUSERK: *Oh. Okay. That's an even more distinct reaction than he had been expecting, and he almost wished he could make actual notes; he supposed he didn't need to, though, because he suspected he wasn't going to forget any of this just yet. He would have time just to experience it for now, to let it happen, and the idea of continuing to be a part of this, as he did with Joel, was still as different as it was thrilling. He wasn't sure what to think about the teeth on his shoulder; was it encouragement? Just self-expression? A different kind of message? For now, he's still going, flexing turned to gentle squirming, mapping out this new territory with each slow-passing second. He finally lets that hand fall, fingers curling around hard-pulsing flesh in a hold he imagines in his head is reassuring, but is probably mostly just further agitating.* isn... hurtin? joel? *Maybe a funny question to ask the guy currently biting him, but, you know.* JOEL: *Goddamn the talking thing again. The bites dissolve a bit as he attempts to string some words together.* N... no. Im not gonna.... *The back of his head presses against the shower wall as a full body shudder passes through him, leaving Joel's to chest to expand helplessly for breath. Every slight brush and movement inside further winds the heat for him. The shaft of his dick is taken in by a cool, gentle palm and he knows it's only a matter of time.* Shit... *Hhhh.* ZUSERK: *Isn't going to what? There are so many mysteries to solve and so little time to do it, so divided in focus, and maybe he just has to sacrifice some things for the sake of not letting his mind get too far on a tangent. It's sort of difficult, but he's trying. Redirect thoughts to his own sensations for a minute, and it's occurring to him rather suddenly how /nice/ it feels, how Joel shuddering and panting in his hold isn't just interesting but /interesting/, and the way his hand moves around heated flesh seems natural to match how his bulge gladly writhes in tight-enveloping warmth, the rest of his hold on Joel sort of shifting to angle him closer, and he's vaguely aware of the water getting cooler as it continues impassively pelting his legs.* ZUSERK: *He sort of nuzzles his face into the side of Joel's, voice low, closer to his ear.* souns... better. then. is i? joel? JOEL: *if he could be rocking himself into Zuserk's hand, he would be. And it seems like the shocks of pleasure have some place to go now, Joel breathing hard against his neck. The sound he grinds out eminates from deep inside the liquid heat of his core, a catalystic side effect of the proximity of Zuserk's voice. Versus the contrast of everything he was doing to him.* Its... so fuckin gOOD. *WHINES in a pathetic kind of way he's really going to regret later. But sooner actually because as Joel is making an embarrassment of himself, he is also being pumped closer and closer to the edge. Cock is straining under the moving palm, dribbling in a viscous mess until... that last reflexive roll of Zuserk's bulge deep within his buried flesh. Hot muscles tense all over until the pulses are overtaking him. And curling out his spine so fast, Joel doesn't even have time to vocalize it properly.* AH--!! ZUSERK: *It's strange, how he sort of lets himself get lost in this for so many long, wonderful seconds, how he doesn't know anything else in the world but Joel's body against him and around him, every sound and movement and breath, every warm, shifting, slick sensation -- everything, all at once. So when it happens, it's not that he's taken off guard, per se, but that he found it difficult to prepare himself for what it felt like to be a part of Joel while he experienced something wonderful, something so overwhelming that it overwhelmed him, too. He could do little else but be present in every way, the sounds of Joel's cries etching themselves on the walls of his mind, the feeling of all the tension in the world and how it seemed to empty out all at once onto him, which... wasn't entirely wrong, actually, if he were also considering the warmth that spilled onto his skin. Which, of course, he was. He seemed too awed to do much but experience it alongside Joel, encouraging what he could until he let his movements ebb away completely, to let Joel breathe. He hasn't pulled out yet, but it occurs to him that maybe he should. He will decide in a minute, once he stops staring at Joel's face and vicariously seeing stars.* JOEL: Jesus- fuck-! *The worst part is yet to come for Joel. Even as the white hot shock of his orgasm washes over his skin and ebbs slightly... the squirming motions pressing into him is still spreading HEAT into his hyper-sensitive core. F UCK was right. None of it is Zuserk's intention, he would guess, if he could afford to guess right now. The sensation was all too new and raw for Joel because... truth be told. He's never done more than finger himself before, and even that was all experiments from days when Joel would reprimand himself for exploring this kind of pleasure. The sad testament of a bro backed up in his own little closet space. But nevermind all of that. Joel was currently too tender from the inside out, spineless now that the first tension had rocked out of him, and too aware of his own dick beginning to twitch again. Eyes can focus on Zuserk again, the way the other stared at him. It perpetuated the intensity of the weight still pressing into him and how it was wringing fragments of the truth out the mess that was Joel. Such ragged, pained sounding puffs of breath.* One more... Zuser k Im gonna...! ZUSERK: *Wait-- Wait, /what?/ He was /just/ about to pull out, concerned by those heavy breaths, when Joel spoke up. Now, his gaze was flickering between Joel's face and his own hand, still curled around what seemed to be a very confused cock (at least they had that in common), and he risks loosening his grip to slide his touch over it, instead, feather-light, as some sort of compromise between stopping or continuing just in case either happened to be wrong. His bulge, though -- that wasn't hesitating nearly so easily, especially with how every thought and image and feeling just soaked its way into Zuserk's bones and made it relatively /impossible/ for him not to be all the more achingly aroused.* JOEL: Fuuuuckkkkkk- *it's the only sound that he can make in these dizzying slow seconds, teetering between spilling over again and being strung from the inside out on sensitivity. The slide of his touch was borderline agonizing and elicts another yearning groan from him. Closer to a plead, actually. He is panting and taking up Zuserk's hand around his dick to give himself a shaky squeeze. Joel feels himself so close, every consequence and hint of shame is virtually nonexistant to his brain. Before he knows it, his hand is pumping Zuserk's touch over him again and again until... Joel is losing himself to the rush of release again with another powerful shudder. Rest in fucking pieces.* ZUSERK: *The curse doesn't make much of anything clearer, but the hand around his does, in fact, and it's easy enough to get the hint, to follow the motions, even if he's amused by how Joel's taken over at least half the effort out of raw desperation; though, "amused" is probably a little too succinct to really summarize everything he feels about all of this, his gaze still trying to decide where to settle as he allows Joel to use him to work himself to orgasm, again. This time, after witnessing another spectacular display of messy unraveling, he decides he /should/ pull out, so he withdraws slow and easy as he supports the entirety of Joel's weight still, shifting mindfully, but not too much. He might just give him a minute before actually putting him down, the hand that was previously touching Joel now moving to squeeze around the base of his own bulge. He watches, waits.* JOEL: *Spectacular might be one way Zuserk summarizes it but Joel was still coming to terms that it happened at all. But there's no denying the mess of himself, the wobbly useless feel in his knees, and his won bonelessness as he leans heavily into Zuserk's chest. Utterly spent and burning in his own creeping shame.* ............. *Would it be okay to ignore what just happened for a few minutes? These particular few minutes to be exact? But no, leave it to Joel to ruin the moment by being a dork.* ...I swear to god I had no idea that was going to happen. ZUSERK: *He's quiet for several seconds.* ... admi. didn predi either. JOEL: *groans... Alright. Let him forget about the exact HEIGHT of his embarrassment and stroke fingers at Zuserk's nice curly tentadick. Let it roll into his palm a little, or if not, stroke it with some encouragement to do so. Sneaks a surly glance up at him before just. Drawing himself close enough to press a kiss to him.* ZUSERK: *Oh. That is what's happening now, apparently, and of course there's no way his bulge is even going to bother trying to resist the promise of more contact, more things to throw itself into and writhe against. Zuserk has no idea what that look is supposed to mean, presently, but he knows exactly how the pulse between his thighs is taking it, how the soft press of lips forces a rolling spasm all the way to his tip.* --/nn/. ZUSERK: shoul. pu you down... *It's almost sort of a question.* JOEL: ...Yeah. *veeeeery reluctantly starts shifting for Zuserk to set his feet on the ground. He stands, abeit still leaning back against the shower wall but still. The better to kiss at his chest and work both hands along his twisting, dripping bulge.* ZUSERK: *He was going to maybe let him sit or something after all that, but making things happen right now is becoming increasingly more difficult, and he realizes he had rested a now-free hand against the shower wall at some point, another one or two still holding onto Joel and torn between moving this elsewhere and moving /at all/. He probably said Joel's name again in between thoughts, but he wasn't about to dwell on it.* JOEL: *Whatever is going through Zuserk's mind at the time, Joel has no idea. He's too busy focusing on the sweet sound of his name and giving his bulge a nice rub down. And nothing said he was restricted to just using his hands. Joel guides it to squirm against the flat of his stomach, running his handle on it in slick smooth motions. All the way up to the tip with one hand and back to the base with the other. Kisses press onto the side of his face, whatever bit of nuzzling skin his mouth could reach.* Cmon baby youre gettin there. *sighs his encouragment and slides the flat of his palm down his length again and again* ZUSERK: *Similar to his previous failed prediction, he couldn't have predicted how the words felt like striking a match in his head, the subsequent heat trailing its way all the way down to his belly, and he was sure he must have felt almost /warm/, if that meant anything to the comparatively feverish skin he couldn't help leaning into, clinging closer, puffing out less and less controlled breaths and seeking further assurances and encouragements as if they would keep him on his feet, despite the fact that he was fairly certain they only made him feel dizzier. It was a funny thing he said, then. It might be funnier if Joel could actually decipher it.* woul you... tell me-- nn... JOEL: Tell you what... how fucking good you are to me? *nibbles and murmurs into a floppy ear, his touch only seeming to grow more paced and thorough over the tense dark purple flesh.* Or how good you are at fucking me. *cracks a grin and swipes his tongue along the crook of his jaw, kissing and still whispering.* JOEL: Either way... One of these days Ill make a fucking mess of you. Just for a taste of what you do to me. Fuck... *mouths at his neck with another sigh* If I dont wish I was tasting you right now. Goddamn greedy... ZUSERK: *The hushed sound of Joel's voice in his ear combined with the sharp little presses of teeth, those were enough, but the words kept going, his mouth still wandering, and his hands hadn't slacked the whole time; his body felt like one rigid line soaking in more tension than it could responsibly take, the actual meanings of the words bouncing around his skullspace far too quickly for his body to respond with little more than figurative curses at how the sensations piled onto one another. These words, they weren't what he had been asking for exactly, but neither he or his bulge were disappointed by the response. Except that maybe Zuserk wished he had been able to hold out long enough to clarify before the very literal splatter of plum-colored material that seemed to happen in any direction it damn well pleased. Formerly intensely quiet Zuserk was turning into a rarer, much louder Zuserk fairly immediately, even if he's entirely aware of how counterintuitive it is to be loud but he doesn't /care/ presently because he can feel himself throbbing in Joel's slickened fists, the heat of his skin and the way his own thready, breathy moans echo in the small space between his mouth and the side of Joel's head, where he is presently hiding his burning face, seemingly to stay for some time.* JOEL: Shit... *puffs out as finally Zuserk spills over. The intensity was in those few seconds that his arms tensed around him, felt the cool gush of color onto his midrift, stunning enough to rob Joel of his breath all over again. And all he could do was mutter further encouragements, barely audible, as he lets Zoos ride out the pleasure in his palms. He swears he wants to catch the heat of that sound in his mouth, which would explain the kisses he was craning to peck to him. Soft and congratulatory.* ZUSERK: *There's a soft /squish/ as he just sort of presses himself the rest of the way into Joel to lean, grunting softly at how he's trapped his bulge there between them, but that's probably for the best until he can clean it off, anyway. He's more than open to kisses, even if he's a little too dazed to be returning them properly.* nnnn... JOEL: Kinda makes you wish we were canoodlin now huh. *snickering, circling an affectionate thumb the tip of his bulge. They're both just leaning up against the shower all, Joel completely happy to envelop himself against him.* But damn if this aint just as good. *He's subject to ramble a little bit. This WAS a mess of purple he had on himself. It was pretty distracting.* ZUSERK: ... canoodlin? *Sorry Joel, he's sort of stuck on that word.* JOEL: *It's okay. He's gotchu, Zuserk.* Yeah. Of the post coitus variety. Casnugglin canoodlin. ZUSERK: ... this is... no the same? *He doesn't understand. Also, his head is kind of foggy. Also, Joel's very close face is incredibly attractive. Also, Joel's thumb is still touching his bulge.* JOEL: Im not snuggling you but. I am fairly... distracted. *eyes fall to take a gander at the bulge again. Yes he is still touching him.* JOEL: Doesnt really count. ZUSERK: can. mae coun...? JOEL: No worries. Well get around to that. *sneaks a glance at him* How are you feelin? ZUSERK: ... nnn. ZUSERK: *He takes a few seconds.* ... swell. JOEL: Hm oh well guess I already knew that. *says while thumbing Mister Wiggly here. Joel please.* ZUSERK: ... joel... *Why.* JOEL: Huh. JOEL: Yeah. ZUSERK: am. ZUSERK: nn. ZUSERK: is... ZUSERK: touchin. ZUSERK: *He's kind of shifting a little, maybe trying to pull back some?? But not much. He's feeling a weird kind of indecisive.* JOEL: Oh yeah. Okay. *Doesn't think twice about it before releasing him. Slowly straightens himself up too.* My bad. ZUSERK: *He huffs a little breath, not certain if that was what he really wanted, but at least maybe he can string a thought and a sentence together, now. Not that he's going to use that opportunity just yet, because he's leaning to kiss Joel again, grabbing his own bulge before it makes any attempts to run away.* ... appreciae. you. JOEL: *The thing about Zuserk is Joel can never REALLY predict what's going on in his head unless the guy outright spelt it out for him. Or kissed him and reached to touch his own bulge like it was the only natural thing to do. God damn. He only speaks once his lips aren't otherwise occupied.* ...I gotta say I find myself appreciating you too. ZUSERK: *There's something about it -- all of it, but mostly and especially just Joel -- that makes him smile. He's tugging Joel away from the wall again, gently, closer to the stream of water.* wan... to finish here? or. have other plans. JOEL: Oh. Nope. Im uhh... *the water hits his hair or maybe its the lugging that studders his thoughts. The slight discomfort of walking? Joel's face is feeling hot with embarrassment all over again but it's not like he knew anything about that.* Nah. Im good. ZUSERK: ... joel. ZUSERK: hesitation. ZUSERK: *He's just pausing right there.* JOEL: Im talking about plans. I have no plans Im just... good. *YOURE NOT HELPING HIS FLUSTERED.* ZUSERK: somethin else. JOEL: Right. JOEL: Think you might be referencing how its a lil hard for me to walk straight right now. *Let him die.* ZUSERK: ... oh. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: can hol you. JOEL: Thats embarrassin. *Let him d i e.* ZUSERK: isn. ZUSERK: seems. natural response. ZUSERK: wan to assis. JOEL: I know it is and also I know you do. *huffs* Let me just... dry myself off first at least. ZUSERK: ... okay. ZUSERK: *He's just going to pull away, then, and continue to address himself in this stream of water.* JOEL: *starts to step out of the shower, wringing out his hair and going for a towel. He is very determined about this.* ZUSERK: *Maybe he messed up?? He doesn't know. It's still hard for him to tell. It seems reasonable just to let Joel have what he wants, for now, except that the question won't stop bouncing around in his head while he finishes washing himself off, so of course he can't stop himself from asking after he switches the water off.* ... upse. with me? JOEL: Not... really. *God, he was feeling dumb. Just throwing on some pajama pants.* Its just me being. JOEL: An idiot about his pride. ZUSERK: *He still hasn't even stepped out of the shower, just standing there as thoughts run through his head, as he tries to pick over them as rapidly as he can. Maybe this was something he shouldn't have done. Maybe Joel hadn't been ready. Maybe he had hurt him, maybe Joel was hurt by /that/, maybe-- no, no. Make sense of this.* ZUSERK: ... elaborae? JOEL: *He can see the thoughts racing for Zuserk plain as day and if anything, it only makes Joel more frustrated with himself. The towel running through the white springs of his hair is agitated.* I was just. Embarrassed. JOEL: Cuz its not supposed to be a big deal and it really isnt. *the heat on his face is very present* I just wanted to handle it like it aint a big dea but. That also conflicts with you wanting to take care of me and its all... Just my issue. God. ZUSERK: *He's still standing there, trying to work all of this out. It's a lot more difficult to buy himself time in person than over a chat client.* ... brough. attention to this. causes you discomfor. ZUSERK: maybe. too soon. JOEL: *Why'd he have to be such an asshole.* Baby no. It wasnt. I wanted it and you wanted it. Im the one whos gotta get over himself?? JOEL: Dont. *Fuck, now he's swallowing hard.* Dont let me why you regret it happening now. ZUSERK: *He feels like he is making this worse, now, but he isn't sure what else to do than try to make sense of all this in order to make it better. Isn't that what he's doing? But Joel is getting upset.* only. wan to be. ready. nice. for you. ZUSERK: don. know wha. ZUSERK: shoul. ZUSERK: do wha? now? JOEL: Nothing. None of this... is your fault. *fists are slowly unclenching. He didn't even realize they were closed. He's just giving Zuserk the most pathetic soaked puppy dog look now.* Hold me maybe. ZUSERK: ... *Oh. He thinks he is starting to understand, and after a few more seconds, it's apparent how he starts to relax, standing up a little straighter.* ZUSERK: can do this. ZUSERK: *Two hands move up to press at his eyes, and then he's stepping out, still... very wet.* JOEL: *It hurt for Joel to see him that way. BECAUSE of Joel. The least he can do is to close the space between them with a towel. Keep the self reprimands all to himself and just focus on the look on his face. Secures the towel onto his front.* ...Zoo. ZUSERK: *He's reaching more for Joel than for the towel. That is the thing that makes sense right now.* joel. JOEL: *frames his face with part of the fluffy towel* Im sorry. ZUSERK: am also. JOEL: Stupid stuff happens sometimes. But. *nuzzles at his forehead* I love you. ZUSERK: ... *Oh. This. This is a little different than just giving love, the whole... receiving it, thing. That freezes him up for a good several seconds to process. He almost wants to ask Joel to clarify, but that seems like it might be inappropriate. He doesn't know what to say to that, except for the obvious.* ZUSERK: love you. ZUSERK: love you also. JOEL: Yeah? *pressing soft kisses to him now* Even if I end up screwing up under the best of circumstances? *kiss kiss* Lemme say... these were some damn great circumstances. *tinier kiss* ZUSERK: *Well, it's hard not to try to draw him closer with all those kisses happening; looks like Joel didn't need to ask to be held.* ZUSERK: don believe. is over ye. JOEL: Nah Im looking forward to a potential rub down also. Reflectin with some astonishment that this happened at all. Holy shit. ZUSERK: can do this also. ZUSERK: possibilities. endless. JOEL: Golly. Youre better than I deserve sometimes. *snuggles against his chest. He can't help it. The guilty feelings still linger but. He still had Zuserk. They could work through it.* ZUSERK: always. deserve better. *What he likes about human heads is how easy they are to nuzzle. No horns to worry about jostling.* JOEL: *And Joel's head was made with extra floof for maximum nuzzle.* Dammit... you drive me fucking crazy. ZUSERK: is goo? ZUSERK: ... hnn. JOEL: *kisses at his chin now* Its the best thing thats ever happened to me. ZUSERK: *Oh. That is. A little more than he was expecting. A lot more. He doesn't even know what to say to that one. Some things just seem not to have appropriate responses. Maybe if he holds Joel a little tighter, he will understand.* JOEL: Also its goo. *buries himself in a four armed hug, smiling against his chest the whole time* ZUSERK: nnnnnnn... ZUSERK: hnhnhn. JOEL: (Fuck youre laughing.) ZUSERK: *IT'S NOT HIS FAULT, HE'S HAPPY.* ZUSERK: *Except now that Joel pointed it out, he's laughing more. Whoops.* JOEL: (Oh my godddddd.) ZUSERK: *Just. Buries his face in the hair. More muffled laughter.* JOEL: *Well his shit is officially lost. Tears might prickle his eyes but theyre the HAPPIEST kind imaginable, Joel can't really compare it to anything he's experienced before. After that brief episode of stupid, Joel felt so whole in this one moment right after.* JOEL: Think Im ready for that casnugglin session now. ZUSERK: *He's getting a standing snuggle, at any rate. The laughter eventually ebbs.* yes. *Nods into the damp fluff.* now. JOEL: Take me. *tugs at him. Carry him.* ZUSERK: ... ! *Yes! He loosens his hold so he can lean carefully, shift around and scoop Joel up at the back of the thighs and the back of the knees simultaneously, slow and delicate.* is alrigh? JOEL: Is goo. *grins like a shit. He's never letting this go.* ZUSERK: nnnn... ZUSERK: goo. ZUSERK: *kisses Joel's soft, warm cheek, and then he's carrying him right back into the room, holding him just over the bed. If Joel doesn't have the towel still, he sure doesn't. He's just as careful setting him down as he was picking him up, but he doesn't exactly pull away.* JOEL: *good because Joel is tugging him downward, big old grin still on his face as he squeezes him* You ever feel cold? ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: How bad of an idea would it be if I warmed you up. ZUSERK: ... no ba. ZUSERK: even say. goo. JOEL: Aight. Hammock time. *starts crawling that way* ZUSERK: ! ZUSERK: yess. JOEL: Get your ass up here. *There are weighted blankets and pillows. Yesss is a good reaction to have.* ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: *He's coming, easy. Crawling is no object here with this many limbs.* JOEL: *gets the scuttling bug all cozy in the hammock with him. It'll get warm in no time, just watch.* ZUSERK: *He can anticipate that, especially with a lack of barriers between him and... everything he's about to touch. It's definitely not often that he does this, either, unless he's with Joel. All of these things are beginning to feel increasingly significant, now that he has the experiences to understand them. Maybe he will considering sleeping this time, but mostly, he just wants to feel this, because something about it never gets old. So he presses in close to the warmest body he knows, fitting his arms around him, because it's becoming more difficult not to feel like they belong there.* JOEL: *Does Zuserk like neck massages? Joel is working some gentle fingers into the back of his neck, down into his shoulders, and back again. The longer the quiet, the better he could appreciate how well these moments worked for them. No words, just Joel and Zuserk having each other.* ZUSERK: *Oh-- shit. He definitely does right now, if the inevitable quiet bug noises aren't indicative of that. He kind of wants to return the favor, so his own fingers move into gentle-pressed circles against Joel's back as he holds him. Who says they can't both get rubs?? Not him.* JOEL: *sighs and will himself to relax as well.* We wanna go back to where we belong... it isnt quite where we came from... its somewhere between the truth in the night... JOEL: Were nothing short but it feels right... feels right. ZUSERK: *He quiets his own sounds just to listen to Joel sing, to hear the beautiful sound and let it fill him up the same way Joel is so full from it that he can't help but let it out, and it's a wonderful feeling, unlike anything else. It's just what being with Joel is like.* JOEL: *Eventually the words die down to hums alone, Joel just kissing at the curl of his horns. Content with his steady massages until finally... he starts to doze off.* ZUSERK: *He doesn't stop touching still, for a time, able to keep it up pretty easily, and maybe he isn't thinking so much about whether or not Joel is asleep. Rather, he's thinking about the taste of his lips, and he's trying to etch the feeling into his brain to keep.*

#estrapadingTrueblue #in which casnugglin canoodlin #nsfw/

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synthonicplumage-blog · 8 years

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DOVE: *She's gone from struggling to clinging, and she's actually sort of walk-rolling almost halfway normal by the time they get out of earshot of everyone else. At this point, though, there are hot tears rolling down her face, and she's starting to feel that ache in her fist.* JOEL: *He figured as much but Joel isn't going to say anything. He's got a job to do and it's to be here for Dove, regardless of the shit she thrashed out on his shins. Sure it's damn hard to walk without a limp but for her, he's going to suck it up. It's all one long awkward stumble to... his room? Her room? He's thinking his room might be best. They're heading that way.* DOVE: *It's definitely better, because she doesn't want to deal with herself right now either, especially not alone. Not that she feels great about doing this to him, either. She feels like a shit, actually, but she can't let go of him. She can't seem to stop crying to tell him that yet, either.* JOEL: *He holds onto her long after they make it past his door, just standing there as she lets it out. Hugging her and rubbing her back.* ...I got you. Its okay. *murmurs, all in comforting repetition.* DOVE: *That, at least, helps her feel like she can sort her thoughts into something cohesive, even if she doesn't let go.* DOVE: im-- im sorry DOVE: i wasnt DOVE: tryna hurt you JOEL: Yeah I know it chickadee. I aint even thinking twice about it. *gentle squeeze* DOVE: w-- why is this DOVE: such DOVE: fukkin shit JOEL: Aw baby birdy. Its cuz shit is what it is. No fairness in it at all. *rearing back a little to peer down at her hand* ...Cmon. Lemme see. DOVE: *She's still hiccuping, trying to reel these shitty ass tears back in, and she only flinches a little at first before letting him take her hand.* DOVE: ... stupid DOVE: all DOVE: of this DOVE: is just so fukkin stupid JOEL: You wont see me judging you. *gingerly takes her hand between his, hoping to smooth out the ache* DOVE: im DOVE: sorry for bein such a dick to you DOVE: *this probably isn't the time to be thinking about that, but she is anyway.* JOEL: Im a dick all the time. You still love me anyway. DOVE: yeah *a croak.* JOEL: So it works the same way here. *brushing the hair out of her face* DOVE: *It's becoming more obvious now to her consciousness that she was, in fact, crying, that it's all a mess on her face, and she's just. Frowning so much about it.* cant believe this shit JOEL: ... *His best bet would be just to listen right now.* You wanna sit down? JOEL: *gestures at the bean bag pile* DOVE: yea DOVE: can u get me like DOVE: a fuckin decade of toilet paper or somethin DOVE: that aint even a mesurement DOVE: fuk JOEL: A dadton of toiilet paper. Gotcha. DOVE: thank DOVE: *She's just a little bit shaky, maybe from the adrenaline leaving her system, but she does sit with a nice crunchy squish.* JOEL: *helps maneuver her towards the pile before flash- just kidding. Regular hobbling for the bathroom. He will come back with actually one towel, a bottle of water, and a baggie of ice.* JOEL: Have at it. *gives her the towel. There will be more where that came from.* DOVE: *UGH she made him HOBBLE. She fucking SUCKS. She takes the towel and the water but shoves the ice back at him.* DOVE: put that shit on your legs JOEL: What the fuck no. JOEL: Ill get Zoos to bandage me up later or something. JOEL: Swoonce me to the infirmary. DOVE: dude DOVE: i punched 1 face DOVE: just take the ice DOVE: *buries her face in towel* JOEL: ...Fine. *ices his leggies* DOVE: *muffled* fanff u JOEL: *exhales, letting the cold seep into his skin. He even rolled up his pant legs and everything.* ...Some fucking night. DOVE: *obnoxiously blows nose into towel before lifting her face up a little* yea DOVE: ... DOVE: *just frowning into space* JOEL: *just sits there in the same silence as her, casting side glances* DOVE: ... DOVE: i feel like im the only one that gave a shit DOVE: still DOVE: fukkin gives a shit DOVE: bcuz im dum DOVE: this was just 1 lifetime of big fukkin mistake DOVE: and i cant DOVE: just DOVE: get over it DOVE: *buries face in towel again* JOEL: *sets a hand on her shoulder. No, check that. He slides his whole arm around her.* Just... JOEL: Tell me what happened. JOEL: From the start. DOVE: the start like my years of dumb pinin or the start of this actual shitfest DOVE: just kiddin i no wat u ment DOVE: fuck DOVE: i dont kno DOVE: i just got DOVE: scared n she wanted to do stuff all the time DOVE: n she got sick of it DOVE: of me not DOVE: doin anythin JOEL: *There's no way he can blame her for the fear. In fact, it was the same kind of fear he thought about... with Zuserk... at first. But no. All he does is listen, his expression furrowed. Hugging her close.* DOVE: then i guess she went an DOVE: ugh! DOVE: i fukkin DOVE: *damn it. the tears are stinging at her eyes again.* i want to kick his ass so goddam bad JOEL: Same fucking here. *grumbles.* But thats... not gonna help nothing. DOVE: i know DOVE: *she sniffs.* DOVE: i just DOVE: i cant DOVE: make sense of it JOEL: Maybe she just. JOEL: Wasnt who you thought she was. DOVE: none of this is DOVE: i guess thats just the only fukkin thing i get outta this DOVE: surprise everything u thought was wrong JOEL: Thats not really for anybody to say except Ananya. DOVE: i dont know if i even wanna know DOVE: i just DOVE: want alla this to stop JOEL: *Christ they havent even been dating that long... He's kind of thinking about this. A lot. THIS MUCH HAPPENED IN THAT SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME. Wheeze. Oh yeah, Dove is talking.* JOEL: ...The way I see it. JOEL: She doesnt deserve you tryin to understand. DOVE: why JOEL: Cuz no matter which way you slice it. The blame or whatever. JOEL: She got herself into that mess. JOEL: Confusion aint an excuse. You dont just. JOEL: Accidentally pull that shit. JOEL: She wanted to put herself there. You let her get herself out. DOVE: *The words resonate a little, but they also ache in a way she doesn't really want to consider. She isn't sure what to think right now.* DOVE: i dont know JOEL: I just think. Youre allowed to feel as fucked over as you do. Okay? JOEL: Nothing justifies disrespecting your feelings for her. JOEL: Like. You. JOEL: As a person. Her friend. JOEL: What the fuck? JOEL: Its fucked up Dove. DOVE: *she's just quiet at that.* DOVE: *staring at the towel.* JOEL: It pisses me off personally. I knew she had issues but... JOEL: Jesus Christ. JOEL: Its just not fair. DOVE: *there's a part of her that wants to argue with him, but she can't bring herself to. not right now. not when this still hurts so much. she looks over at him slowly.* JOEL: You loved her okay? You just... wanted to make her happy. JOEL: You never got the chance and it. Sucks. DOVE: *part of her wants to hear this, to hear him being on her side, and another part wants him to hush. she just reaches out and puts a hand on his arm.* JOEL: *reflexively covers her hand with his. Of course he was on her side. He just... didn't know what else to do.* JOEL: ...Im sorry about all of this Dove. DOVE: aint ur fault DOVE: but DOVE: ... thanks JOEL: *cuddles into her shoulder, nuzzling her with locks of fluffy white hair* Ilu. DOVE: *fuck. she snrks and also nuzzles into the fluff.* gross DOVE: ilu2 DOVE: fuzzybritches DOVE: *snickers* JOEL: Do not speak the name of fuzz in vain Dove. How many times we gotta say. DOVE: ima bite u DOVE: get some drool all up in ur hair JOEL: Mama Birdie knows what shes about. DOVE: make a nest DOVE: im puttin all my bbs in here JOEL: Ill keep them safe for you. DOVE: thank DOVE: *she's gonna stay here for a little bit, but she can't avoid her parents forever. she's gonna handle that. soon.*

#estrapadingTrueblue #in which this shit is just the worst #but thanks

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impenetrablevitality · 8 years

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[11:01] -- impenetrableVitality [IV] began pestering estrapadingTrueblue [ET] at 23:01 --

[11:01] IV: everything is

[11:01] IV: really bad

[11:01] IV: now

[11:01] ET: Oh.

[11:02] ET: Yeah I guess it is.

[11:02] ET: But its okay remember. You got this.

[11:02] ET: Yall can fix it.

[11:02] ET: Just give yourselves some space.

[11:02] IV: em is crying

[11:02] IV: orphus just cut off their friendship altogether

[11:02] IV: i can't give him space right now

[11:02] ET: Man...

[11:03] IV: i'm not going to leave him alone until he gets better because he keeps finding ways to fuck himself up

[11:03] IV: when i'm not around

[11:04] ET: Sounds dangerous but yeah. You do what you have to do.

[11:04] ET: At the same time you might want to think about getting someone else in on it.

[11:04] ET: That aint me you know.

[11:05] IV: like who

[11:05] ET: Unless you want it to be me. I aint got a problem with going over. Or just.

[11:05] ET: Talking you through this stuff.

[11:05] ET: Yall are my friends. I aint gonna leave you hanging.

[11:05] IV: i would talk to colt too but

[11:05] IV: he's probably with little

[11:06] ET: Its okay. Im around buddy.

[11:06] ET: Shits gonna be fucked up but Im around anyway.

[11:06] IV: thanks

[11:06] IV: i don't know how to fix this

[11:06] IV: it's like i just broke everything

[11:06] ET: It was founded on something terrible man. Its not your fault.

[11:07] ET: You cant tell yourself its your fault.

[11:07] IV: okay but

[11:07] IV: if i didn't say anything

[11:07] IV: none of this would be happening

[11:07] ET: If you didnt say anything then Orphus would have found out anyway.

[11:07] ET: One way or another.

[11:07] ET: It would have blown up in both yalls faces.

[11:07] ET: The truth has a way of coming up.

[11:08] IV: i guess so

[11:08] IV: i tried talking to orphus too

[11:08] ET: Oh.

[11:08] ET: Right away??

[11:08] IV: yeah isn't that what i was supposed to do

[11:09] ET: Yeah but... later I said? Like aftermath wise??

[11:09] ET: But anyway. Its cool.

[11:09] ET: Its all gonna work out.

[11:09] IV: oh

[11:09] IV: i thought this was

[11:09] IV: the aftermath

[11:09] ET: Its kind of the middle of the shitfest in actuality. But like I said. Youll be okay.

[11:09] ET: Just be there for Emilet cuz.

[11:09] ET: No matter what else your relationship is.

[11:10] ET: Yall are still friends first.

[11:10] IV: yeah

[11:10] IV: i guess you're right

[11:12] IV: i'm going to try talking to him again

[11:12] IV: thanks joel

[11:14] ET: I got your back man.

#happens during log with emilet #estrapadingTrueblue #impenetrableVitality #in which help me i fucked everything up

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biotechniczeal · 8 years

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-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began pestering biotechnicZeal [BZ] at 21:18 --

ET: Hey big bro.

ET: Its me.

BZ: hello from the otter zlide.

BZ: what'z up, dork??

-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] sent file someBODYoncecalledinaremix.mp3 --

BZ: oh zhit.

ET: For you. From me.

ET: But also mostly an icebreaker. Guess Ive been meaning to talk to you about some stuff.

BZ: o rly??

ET: Yes.

ET: First of all. I was convinced not to hit up your greenhouse.

ET: Only because they found out I was gonna try getting at your lemons.

ET: So Im sorry.

BZ: wtf. y'all with the lemonz.

ET: Its the sport of the thing my bro.

ET: Also.

ET: Ive been a lil worried about you.

BZ: bwah??

BZ: worried about me? >80

BZ: grozz...

ET: Yeah.

ET: Been talking to Pythia lately.

BZ: o.

BZ: right.

ET: Not about anything in particular. Shes just venting.

ET: ...

ET: Shes pissed you told Ruleus stuff.

BZ: pythia?? pizzed????????????????????

BZ: zhocker.

ET: Yeah I mean. She can vent all she wants. I encourage it even.

ET: Cant say Im all cool with how she goes about it.

ET: Particularly since its concernin you.

ET: So I just gotta ask man.

ET: Are you okay?

BZ: ppbbbttt.

BZ: it'z whatever?? i mean.

BZ: it zuckz but...

BZ: what can i really do about it??

BZ: i don't think zhe wantz to talk to me.

BZ: i ztill want to try but i'm kinda APPREHENZIVE.

BZ: conzidering the fact zhe will probably juzt DECK ME on zight.

BZ: and that'z productive.

ET: I would really rather it not come down to that.

BZ: what a conicedence!! i alzo would rather not be punched in the face!

ET: Then I dont suppose you would be against me attempting to meddle.

ET: Could be dangerous. But goddamn. Somebodys gotta.

BZ: hrnngg.

BZ: well, zhe'z got no reazon to knock u out... az far az i know.

BZ: i can't keep track of your receiptz anymore, dude.

ET: Nah. Shes got reasons. But I can take it.

BZ: in that caze... no??

BZ: bluh i don't want thiz to be a bigger thing then it already iz.

ET: Shits bound to get bigger. Uh...

ET: Alright dont say nothing but.

ET: Im hearing Gallen and Durgah are in it palewise now.

BZ: zdadzcx,mvcxxv.

BZ: welp.

ET: She is now in the process of lumpin all the traitors and backstabbers in one pile. Hosin that mother with gasoline. Ready to set the thing ablaze.

BZ: zigh.

BZ: well, that all extendz beyond the jurizdiction of my own averzion to ur meddling zo w/e. if it'z already bigger than me, do what you gotta do, i guezz.

ET: I guess I just wanted to gauge your opinion in all of this.

ET: Its concernin to say the least.

BZ: zhrugz,

ET: Why he shrug.

ET: Cmon man. You dont gotta feign apathy at me.

ET: Think I know you better than that.

BZ: it'z not like i WANT to be apathetic about zhit. i juzt... i don't know what the fuck i'm zuppozed to do? i honeztk to fucking goodnezz don't know how to BETTER my ZITUATION.

BZ: zo what elze can i do bezidez get over it???????????

ET: Doesnt you gotta disregard your feelings.

ET: Thats not very punk rock of you

ET: **mean

BZ: bluh.

BZ: i'm juzt tired of feeling thiz way.

ET: You talk to Ruleus about it. I mean I know you did but like.

ET: Really.

BZ: i don't

BZ: erughghghgh.

ET: Hes in this shit with you man. All or nothing.

BZ: i know.

BZ: i wizh we could juzt... have more time to be... idk.

BZ: a couple lol.

ET: How you mean?

BZ: we've juzt been ztrezzing about everything zince it came UP.

ET: You mean since yall made it official.

BZ: i mean zince pythia crap came up.

BZ: i've been ztrezzing.

BZ: then i had to go and tell him.

BZ: then we were both ztrezzing.

BZ: and then u figure in emilet being weird.

ET: Here we go...

ET: Hes being weird? Der than usual I guess.

BZ: yez!! he waz talking to ruleuz and i guezz he waz implying he wouldn't have minded dating me and i juzt.

BZ: zhit dude.

ET: Wow.

BZ: wow iz right lmao.

ET: No just... this guy.

ET: Its almost like hes starting shit for the sake of starting it.

BZ: i guezz??

ET: You ever feel like he was tellin the truth?

BZ: well, yeah?? like... i know he'z a weirdo and an azzhole but idk. he'z ztill...

BZ: the timing iz certainly ZUZPECT but i don't think he'z lying.

ET: Think so?

BZ: idk if it'z really what he wanted. but he might think it waz

ET: Oh you mean like...

ET: Uh.

ET: Nevermind.

ET: I get what you mean.

BZ: yeah. zo...

BZ: more zhrugz??

ET: You talk to him lately?

BZ: zure. we've chatted a few timez zince then and i've zeen him around and ztuff.

ET: Mmmmrm.

ET: Shits ridiculous.

BZ: that'z juzt how it go theze dayz, i guezz??

BZ: everything iz zo weird and different and idk.

ET: Sucks gnarly bulges is what it does. People gotta get their shit together bro.

ET: Also.

ET: You need to stop holing yourself up.

BZ: i'll ztop holing myzelf up when u pay the troll toll.

ET: Me specifically you mean?

ET: When did we start doing that.

BZ: u gotta pay the troll toll... if you wanna get into that boy'z hole...

BZ: TROLL TOOOOLLLLLLLLL.

ET: Wrong.

BZ: yez.

ET: Its even worse hearing it your voice and shit.

BZ: 8)

ET: Get that smilie the fuck out of my face.

BZ: eheheheh.

BZ: anyway um... thankz for talking to me about thiz ztuff?? i mean i know u can't help but meddle and zhit.

BZ: i juzt forget zometimez how talking about it doez, indeed, HELP...

ET: Cuz youre a dumbass.

BZ: i mean??

BZ: yeah??

ET: But nothin that aint unforgivable though.

ET: Thats the point.

BZ: grozz...

ET: Ill rack you in the tit I dont give a fuck.

BZ: NOT MY ZOFT, TENDER ZPHEREZ.

ET: Get rekt. None of you is safe.

ET: So.

ET: Are you gonna come out of hiding or what.

BZ: ugh FINE. whatever. i'll come out...

BZ: zoon...izh....

ET: You know whatll happen if I head that way.

ET: Lemons here I come.

BZ: LEAVE MY PRECIOUZ LEMONZ ALONE!!

ET: Then move your ass!

BZ: ugh fine.

BZ: i'm leaviiiinngg.

ET: Haha.

ET: Aight bye.

BZ: BYE, DICKWEED.

ET: Rude.

-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] ceased pestering biotechnicZeal [BZ] at 22:16 --

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taciteaneremite · 7 years

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COLT: *this has reached a whole new level of petty and therefore unacceptable. he knows joel won't talk to him through text or call, so there's only one way to handle this... he's showing up at joel's door without letting anyone knowing that's where he went, knocking impatiently.*

JOEL: *He doesn't have to answer the door either. Joel is locked in his room, pretty much hiding from Rammie more than Colt. But he hears the knocking and sticks his head out of the window. Actually, physically climbing out onto the roof. The surrounding of Joel and Rammie's house is mostly greenhouse and with the humidity at an all time high, the windows are open. Bringing on a generous breeze.* Hey.

JOEL: Nobodys home dipstick.

COLT: *colt squinting (TM) as he looks around, before he steps back and traces to sound of joel's voice to the roof. * We need to talk.

JOEL: Whys that. *Doesn't move. If anything that would be convenient for Colt.*

COLT: Because this is gettin' out of hand.

JOEL: No shit it is. But hey.

JOEL: At least youre telling me this stuff to my face. And not lettin folks interfere for once.

COLT: *looks around. he can get up to the roof too... watch him. he just needs to get a good start... he's got enough adrenaline going he can pull a dumbass strider move and flash step off of a tree to launch him up onto the roof. naturally, he stumbles, but he manages to land looking moderately cool.*

COLT: I don't "let" people interfere... They can make the choice for themselves if they wanna get involved or not. *looms over him*

COLT: Can't really blame them... I know we're bein' obnoxious.

JOEL: Youre being fucking obnoxious. Im just responding. *squares himself up against Colt. Glaring.*

COLT: How? What am I doin'? *MAKES HIMSELF BIG. and he's only gotten much much bigger over the years.*

JOEL: Youre just??? *gestures wildly* Rubbing it in my face by now! FUCK.

JOEL: Yeah I KNOW you have nice happy family. I fucking KNOW you three are saints and aint never done anything wrong in your lives.

JOEL: Im just a little bit fed up with your perfect life achievements and MAYBE. Think you deserve to fuck off.

COLT: *he just... looks so tired.* When the hell did any of us claim to be perfect?

COLT: I'm sorry that I'm not completely goddamn miserable anymore. But just because I'm happy most of the time, that don't mean I can't mess up ever. I know I do. Just because I wanna live my life too instead of lettin' my short comings drag me down to that dark place again-- *shakes his head*

COLT: Joel.

COLT: I know that I hurt you.

COLT: I know you're perfectly entitled to hatin' me if you want to. But I don't... I don't understand why. Why wouldn't you wanna work somethin' out?

COLT: Why don't you just talk to me?

JOEL: *Where Colt looks tired, Joel continues to fume. Practically snarling.* Why wouldnt I?? When the shit have you acted like you deserve for me to forgive you. You dont.

JOEL: You went and cherry picked who you still wanted around and now you gotta fucking deal with it. Deal with *me* because unlike EVERYBODY FUCKING ELSE. They left you when the going got too tough.

JOEL: I would never.

JOEL: EVER.

JOEL: Have let you feel like you left me. I wouldnt have let ANYBODY put me in that position. Not Mithun not Zuserk not Rammie. But you left me to shit. Thats what you DID Colt.

COLT: *he fists clench and it feels hard to breathe with the thickness in the air. naturally, his eyes start to water with frustrated tears as he steadily boiling blood causes him to snap back.* I've always wanted you around! I never stopped wantin' you around!! I've been tryin' to include you in my life, but you decided for me whether or not I should. You act like I abandoned you...

COLT: But you never let me make any mistakes! Don't pretend like "loyalty" trumps everythin' else. You think bein' stoicly present despite all odds is the same as havin' a fuckin' relationship with somebody. Well, it's NOT. You shut me out long before Little and Finn went away back on Avalon.

COLT: I had a crisis back on GG's island... And then when I married Little I made a choice. And instead of talkin' me through it like they do when the goin' *actually* gets tough, you abandoned ME. You damned ME for being a FUCKIN' person.

COLT: I've never judged you in my life, Joel! I've loved you and supported you and I tried to take some of that weight you're always carryin' around but you never let me! You never let anybody but-- Goddammit, if it had been anyone why couldn't it have been me?

JOEL: Because I TRUSTED YOU. And you threw me under the fucking BUS. FUCK. *throws his arms up, having had enough of this thickness in the air. The hard of breathing and his own echoing hurt. Joel preforms a perfect backflip off the roof and lands in the gravel below. He starts to stomp for the yard.*

COLT: Don't you-- Come back here! *GREAT. he is NOT /that/ nimble... he has to clunkily descend by climbing down if he hopes to catch up to joel.*

COLT: I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU.

JOEL: *Nope. They're taking this shit outside. And it's true the air had gotten thicker. Joel had to blame it on the overgrowth and the ever changing weather. He breaks a sweat as he storms the whole way to the yard.*

JOEL: You broke my trust ONCE COLT. Why the FUCK would I wait around and wait for you to break it again???

COLT: *FOLLOWS when he finally gets to the ground.* Is that how it works now? You disown your family on account of one mistake?

COLT: Don't pretend like this is about trust! You're just fishin' for excuses to keep people out.

JOEL: So what??????? I will be-- UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *looks about ready to tear his hair out. The tears crawling straight out of his eyes as terror grips him.* I WILL BE FUCKING DAMNED IF YOU LEAVE ME TO BELIEVE THIS IS MY FAULT.

COLT: I DON'T think it's your fault! That's not what I'm tryin' to say...!

COLT: It ain't a matter of FAULT.

COLT: I know... I know you're just scared and hurtin' but I... I can't keep followin' at your heels tryin' to break down your walls. Dammit-- *runs a hand over his face and through his hair watching joel come apart like that, his own tears springing anew.*

COLT: I still have a life of my own... That don't mean I don't want you a part of it. I just... I don't know how to reach you. If you still want me in your life, you gotta meet me halfway sometimes. I can't read your mind, I can't--

COLT: I never wanted things to escalate like this. I just don't know what to do, Joel. Please... Let me fix this. Let me make up for it. Anything.

COLT: I'm beggin' you. *his voice cracks with desperation, feeling like he's officially at the end of his rope here. he doesn't want to lose his brother, but he feels so powerless. the atmosphere is suffocatingly tense... did it get darker out, too? even with a breeze picking up, a blanket of dread is snuffing out any hope for relief.*

JOEL: *His instincts are screaming for him to run. He hears what Colt said but it's the very opposite of what his mind is twisting the truth around to be. He says it's not a matter of fault but how the fuck did he know that? It might as well be and in this exact moment as the night seems to close in around Joel, every doubt and icy fear is surging up at him all at once. Choking him where he stood as Joe

JOEL: l practically fought for breath. It was happening again. These last three years were empty, void of any meaning and it was ALL HIS FAULT.*

JOEL: *And just like that, the ringing in his ears turn into snarls. The sounds seem to come from the woods, inside, all around. Joel feels his vision swim as he breathes too much of this thick, humidified air. It's a whim when he wills the choked feeling in his lungs to CHARGE with something. Something, anything, that will break this barrier around himself. His life.*

JOEL: *It's an act of the very same violence Joel was holding to himself when he turns on Colt. Lunging by some force of will that wasn't entirely his own. With great protruding fangs that seek to tear into any bit of Colt's flesh this fever-crazed Joel could reach, neither of them will even have time to notice the green colored taint of the mist around them.*

COLT: *there's no time to notice anything, or react. not that he would even think to. he knew joel could be violent and impulsive, but nothing could prepare him for the absolutely primal look in joel's eyes as he comes crashing over colt, knocking him to the ground with a powerful thud.*

COLT: *the sudden shock reverberating through his whole body, however, is dwarfed in comparison to the sharp, ripping pain where his neck meets his shoulder, only barely missing a very crucial vein. for a moment, all thoughts and instincts surrender to the feeling and he can only scream out in agony.*

COLT: *and then it gives way to something else, as if the pain is fueling him; it's not quite like an adrenaline rush, if anything, he has more clarity to deliberately grasp at joel's face and shoulder with digging nails... claws? to wrench him off, in spite of the way it hurts.*

JOEL: *The taste of blood has him pulling away faster than anything. Colt's terrified scream and the force it takes for him to shove him off has him recoiling. Joel's whole world is spiralling fast, his senses pressing down on him all at once. The sight, scents, sounds, tastes...*

JOEL: *He barrel rolls through the dirt, eyes blown by some feverish high as he springs to his feet just as quickly. His thoughts are too incoherent for him to try to make sense of his own survival instinct. But it's enough. In an instant, Joel is flashstepping off. Bolting for the woods in a hard run. Gone.*

COLT: *joel's gone, and colt is sitting to catch his breath and clutching at the wound in his shoulder, the hot flow of blood seeping past the gaps in his fingers. it'd be stupid to try to drive himself to the hospital, but he's doing that anyway. nothing is clear right now. and as far as he can tell in this rush of confusion, none of this even happened. it couldn't have.*

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JACE: -the past few days have been full of some intense introspection, mixed with all manner of emotion, and some that aren't even his own. he knows what he wants to do, but he can't just do it. he needs to tell people. he needs to quit keeping secrets.- JACE: -it's a little late when he emerges from his room and he'd prefer not to bother his parents right *now* but they weren't the first person on his mind anyway. he starts his search for joel, who... he's fairly certain is still here. he hopes he is.- JOEL: *Definitely still here. Joel finds himself out in the patio, having a drink and sitting crosslegged on a deck chair cushion. He seems preoccupied talking to someone via text but is otherwise on his lonesome. Probably responding to Rammie's string of snapchats regarding her trip to Febrealia.* JOEL: *An ear angles back to Jace when he enters. That old concern starts gnawing on him again.* Hey. JACE: -aw geez... his heart starts racing as soon as he sees him. he wishes he were braver.- JACE: Hi. -steps over and takes a seat with him, probably too cautiously.- Um... JACE: I wanted to talk to you. JACE: Is that okay? Uh. Are you good to talk? -geez way to make it obvious he's a mess. not that it's a surprise to anybody.- JOEL: Im good to talk. *Joel would say he doesn't bite but that is the very opposite of true.* JOEL: ... JOEL: *gestures at another deck chair. Maybe the one at the opposite end.* JACE: -nods slowly and plops down in the chair. for a second, he just wringes his hands, posture anything but relaxed as he leans over his legs.- JACE: I... JACE: Well, I mean... JACE: -exhales, shoulders sagging.- You probably already know why I was in the forest that night. JOEL: *slowly puts his phone away to give Jace his undivided attention.* No. I dont why you were in the forest. JACE: -alright, he's PRETTY sure he's just trying to get jace to be straight forward which... is fair. and he wants to be. for another second he avoids eye contact, heat rising to his head quickly.- JACE: I was following Kougah. I wanted to check on him after what happened at the town meeting. JACE: Because... Because Ive still been hanging out with him. A... A lot. JACE: And-- And I was worried. About him. -eyes start to prickle with tears already. why does he have to be like this??- JOEL: *He hears all this and swallows against an ugly amount of bile rising up as he makes connections.* You still been hanging out with him. /A lot./ *echoes the words so Jace can hear them too. As well as how disbelieving Joel is that they're real.* JOEL: *but now he's swearing under his breath, unable to keep a cap on the hiss in his voice.* ...God. JOEL: Just... *Is there even words for this? Joel can't seem to grasp the concept.* What... the hell is wrong with you?? JACE: -shrinks into himself, the bite of joel's words resounding in his head, somehow managing to overpower even the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. it's a good question, really, but he knows he can't let himself be bowled over. swallowing the tightness in his throat, he squares his shoulders in prepartion for more verbal strikes.- JACE: When you told me what you did... I was angry... And I wanted to understand. I didnt... I didnt get it, because he-- JACE: He saved me. JACE: I started coming to Avalon when I heard about the missing people... And the spiritual activity. I wanted to study it... Because I wanted to help. But I didnt know what I was getting into and... I might have died if he hadnt shown up. -eyes flood with fresh tears again remembering it. it makes everything that happened that much more painful.- JACE: So, I... I wanted to confront him. About why. And how. He could do that. And I told him-- How much Rammie meant to our family. And to me. And I told him to make things right. And he said he would, because-- Because how I felt mattered to him. -ducks his head, choking a little on the tears now.- JACE: I thought that maybe things could get better. That we could work something out because... He-- I cant... I cant explain it. I guess it doesnt matter. Its no excuse. JACE: I just... didnt feel so lonely anymore. JACE: ... Im sorry. JOEL: *Rage is flooring past any amount of sympathy or understanding Joel might have had for Jace. It's fueled by the gut-wrenching fear and the heartbreak of knowing there wasn't a damn thing Joel could do about any of this. Joel stands with such a vicious snarl.* YOU COULD HAVE DIED IF YOU STAYED WITH HIM. DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT??? JOEL: And you... YOURE the one worried about HIM??? HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT JACE???? JOEL: It only took ONE FUCKING MISTAKE AND RAMMIE SHE JUST... He FUCKING LEFT HER IN THAT FOREST JACE. HE WOULD HAVE LEFT HER THERE AND WE WOULD HAVE NEVER FOUND HER. JOEL: So Im asking again WHAT THE *FUCK* IS WRONG WITH YOU??? YOU SAY YOURE HELPING PEOPLE??? YOU JUST ADMITTED IT! JOEL: YOURE JUST HELPING YOUR OWN GODDAMN FUCKING *SELF*. JOEL: WHY WOULD YOU THINK ANYONE WHO GIVES AN ACTUAL SHIT ABOUT YOU WOULD BE OKAY WITH THAT?????? JACE: -drags his hands over his hair and through his hair, trying with all his might to stand tall and take it, but he just can't, eventually crumbling into desperate sobs. he doesn't know what's wrong with him, and suddenly he's unsure all over again what he should do.- JACE: -did he really want to go back to help, or was there some fucked up selfish ulterior motive he couldn't quite identify? images of the dead pack of wolves and what may become of avalon flood his thoughts, followed by a rush of rage and grief and uncontrollable helplessness and it takes all his power to keep him planted in this seat instead of finding something to drive his fists into. instead, he j JACE: ust digs his nails into his scalp and mutter under his breath.- JACE: I dont-- I dont know...... JOEL: Well you better fucking know. *growls, the sound very real in the way Joel grits his teeth. Trying not to give into the ill feeling he feels in the deepest part of his stomach.* Because youre thinking of going back there. And trying to fix a goddamn PROBLEM that was never yours to begin with. JOEL: You just??? SOMEHOW made this your problem. And I wont say somehow. You know exactly what youre doing. JACE: Thats not... -not true, he wants to say, but it pitters off meekly as he completely loses sight of what even is true. he doesn't know why he listened to anybody who supported him. the reality is that he's a selfish idiot, so desperate he'll forgive anything just to grasp at a little bit of happiness, and that complacency makes him an apologist of unforgivable things. that makes him no better than JACE: a murderer. maybe in some sick way, that's why they deserved each other.- JACE: I wont go. JOEL: *He exhales sharply, feeling like his chest was being cleaved in two. The wound seeps with pain, invisible but very very fresh. Joel would clutch at it if he only could.* I hope so. I dont... *falters, his guard wavering* JOEL: I dont know what else to do with this. JACE: -keeps his voice quiet and his head lowered.- Theres nothing else to do. Theres nothing... JACE: Theres... *nothing.* -hiccups, kick starting yet another series of sobs.- JOEL: *Everything hurts and nothing is okay. But Joel keeps pressing on, draggig his hand down his face. As long as it helps steer off the waterworks.* Theres not nothing Jace. Dont you see that? JOEL: Theres still You. JOEL: And damn if Im gonna let you believe thats not good enough. JOEL: Whatever else happens... you did try. JOEL: And it fucking counts okay? I dont care what anyone else does or says. JOEL: You just... JOEL: Cant fix something like this. Or someone like him. JACE: -it's hard to swallow any kind of reassurance after being repeatedly questioned about what's wrong with him. so what if he has himself when he's awful? so what if he tried when he did it for selfish reasons? he gets the feeling he's just being talked down so he'll stop crying, and the idea leaves him hollow enough that sobs dissolve into sniffles and he can start to wipe away tears without more re JACE: placing them. he just nods slowly.- JACE: Okay... JOEL: *he's quiet a moment, grappling with the physical desire to reach out to his brother. But it feels like such a dangerous thing. Like they could both hurt each other more than they already had.* Im... JOEL: Really sorry. JOEL: *Joel doesn't suspect there's more to say after that. With a trot down the patio steps, he's gone down the beach. Taking off into the stretch of night.* JACE: -there's another long moment where jace sits alone, blotting out everything till he's only left with a buzz of white noise in his head. and only after his thoughts are disturbingly clear does he get back up to go to his room. nothing left to do now but sleep.-

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AURYHN: *there's nothing quite like the bracing cold, biting at his features, keeping him alert for anything... anyone... that might leap out and strike. he's skirting just around the edge of the forest, quiver in hand, taking measured steps to avoid the crunch of leaves as best he can. there's a deer deeper in the woods... and he's going to make it his prey.*

JOEL: *As profound as the hunter's skill might have been, the deer ends up living to see another day. Somewhere above the trees, a synchronized sound of an engine can be heard. The past day or so of Joel's had been dedicated to finding Finn. Hell, he knew his dad was taking care of it and left up to him... it'll be taken care off. But the reassurance wasn't enough to sooth his nerves. Kicking off on his hoverboard, Joel takes to scouting the area. Closer to the mountain and further from town than he had noticed but it was hard not to get caught up in his thoughts. Cold air whips at his cheeks and he wonders whether he should turn around...*

AURYHN: *THE DEER FLEES, and a rancorous curse can be heard echoing through the vast, open wilderness...*~}==>

AURYHN: FIDDLESTI% ~}==>

JOEL: *Joel definitely heard SOMETHING and swirves sharply in the air, trying to pinpoint it. Suddenly, to Aurhyn's ears, the sound goes silent. It's very apparent that he is being watched.*

JOEL: *At least until Joel is dropping down from a tree not too far off.*

AURYHN: *you are doing him a frighten, mysterious stranger. the bow is drawn, pointed warily in joel's direction. he refrains from letting his arrow soar when he sees it's ONLY a human...* Who goes there?~}==>

JOEL: *squints at the other guy, straightening up slowly. What WERE those clothes? With all the freaky shit that happened on Avalon, Joel wouldn't be surprised if he stepped in another time period or some shit.* ...Nobody.

JOEL: Sorry man. Thought you were someone else.

AURYHN: *lowers the bow, but only SLIGHTLY.* Hmm... A harmless mist8ke ~}==>

AURYHN: *he SAYS that, but he sounds kind of annoyed.* Unfortunately, you also scared away my game ~}==>

JOEL: *gaze flickers to the bow for a moment* Fair enough. Ill apologize no worries.

JOEL: Gotta ask tho seein as youre familiar with the area.

JOEL: You seen any humans? A guy? Brown hair wears sweaters has a backpack.

AURYHN: I have not seen your missing compartriot, I'm afraid ~}==>

AURYHN: But if you require assistance in tracking him, I may gladly offer my e%pedient services ~}==>

JOEL: *There was something about the way this guy talked... Joel jumps down from the root he was balanced on. Eyebrows knitted.* Nah. Its cool.

JOEL: Pretty far from fuckin town as it is. I doubt he made it this far on foot.

AURYHN: Ah, but of course... He is only human, after all ~}==>

AURYHN: *whoop there it is...* ~}==>

JOEL: *gives him this plain look like PLS.* I seen humans accomplish more with one foot than some trolls with two.

AURYHN: *squints at him...* Then I offer my congratulations to these individuals, wherever they may be ~}==>

AURYHN: *he finally lowers his bow with a small scoff. mister human, you present yourself in such haughty manner, but you do not impress ME.* I must insist, however, if a member or friend of this community has disappeared, I am to assist in some way ~}==>

JOEL: Thats awful generous. *Well he can't say NO exactly. He's not that proud when it comes to this shit. Strides over to show this stranger a picture of Finn. It's probably a very generic pearl pose tbh.* This is him. Hes been missing a day camping.

AURYHN: *accepts the picture and inspects it closely with him big old eyes.* He's quite a photogenic fellow ~}==>

AURYHN: I will commit this face to memory ~}==>

JOEL: Alright cool. Youre doin your community a service.

AURYHN: Yes... Yes I am ~}==>

AURYHN: *he's so proud of himself* And fear not, this young man will be found ~}==>

JOEL: Yeah he will. *doubtfully by you, my bro. Joel is saying these thoughts and feelings loud and clear. Hopefully this troll isn't an empath.*

JOEL: Names Joel.

AURYHN: *he isn't... luckily...* A pleasure, Joel ~}==>

AURYHN: I am Auryhn ~}==>

AURYHN: Auryhn Serket ~}==>

AURYHN: *offers a hand to shake* ~}==>

JOEL: *takes this hand and shakes it firmly. Serket...*

JOEL: Strider.

AURYHN: *kill bill sirens. obviously he knows who the STRIDERS are.* ... Strider ~}==>

AURYHN: That name is familiar to me... ~}==>

JOEL: Yeah sos Serket. *Not that he's making a huge fucking deal, unlike some people. Has Auryhn dropped his hand yet.* All the big names follow up the war.

AURYHN: *he's dropped it somewhere around the time his last name was spoken.* It is only natural ~}==>

AURYHN: And my forebear made certain that their story was told as it rightfully should have been. Not muddied by propoganda or other such atrocities ~}==>

JOEL: Yeah. Thats the word. *As far as he knows. Nobody really talks about Aranea much where he's from... As a matter of fact, Joel makes it a point to look around the grim cold dark forest.* You live around here?

AURYHN: No, not here. My hive resides in the mountains ~}==>

AURYHN: *dramatic splaying of fingers in that vague direction.* But I find myself cavorting with my fellow trolls here on the earth from time to time... And it is quite beautiful here all year round ~}==>

AURYHN: Though, my preferences remain with the ice and snow ~}==>

JOEL: *watches the dramatic splay of fingers. Gdi... he was unironic about this, wasn't he. Joel couldn't even bring himself to be mad. Which reminds him.* Sorry about making you miss your din.

AURYHN: *squints slightly... he sounds sincere. what a wishy washy fellow. or perhaps, an appropriate change of heart.* Worry not, Mister Strider ~}==>

AURYHN: My next meal will come easily, I assure you ~}==>

JOEL: I figured. *scritches at the fluff of bang peeking from his beanie* Didnt feel inclined to sweat it much.

JOEL: Call me Joel tho. Mister Strider is my father.

AURYHN: *oh. HAHA. this makes him laugh haughtily.* But of course ~}==>

AURYHN: Now then, Joel... I shant keep you from your quest ~}==>

AURYHN: Unless, of course, you would prefer companionship. As they say, two heads are better than one... I'm sure this is doubly so when one such head belongs to a master tracker ~}==>

AURYHN: *he's a master now, apparently. suddenly he is the Strider, of the ranger variety.* ~}==>

JOEL: *Gazes at him like. Trying to get a gauge on this guy. He didnt... seem dangerous. He also didn't seem very calculated what with the uh. Hm.* One such head is holding quite the resume.

JOEL: Hunter. Tracker. All around snowy mountain man.

JOEL: Must be dangerous living up here.

AURYHN: *what with the WH8T???????? he seems to shimmer at these words, however.* Joel, tell me... Have you ever gone toe to toe with an abominable snowman? ~}==>

JOEL: ...No. Cant say I have.

JOEL: But my dads told me about them.

JOEL: He said they were sweet.

AURYHN: Sweet? H8H! I beg to differ ~}==>

AURYHN: They are mighty adversaries! But one must do... what one must do to survive... ~}==>

JOEL: *scratches his chin as if considering* I feel that. Same dad told me about this island he lived on for a long time. Like stranded basically. It was full of all kinds of freaky and terrible fauna.

JOEL: He talked about like giant centaurs and sea goats. Dragons. Hugass fucking spiders and crab monsters.

JOEL: Shit was insane.

AURYHN: *almost seems to pale at the mention of HUGEASS FUCKING SPIDERS. /PLURAL./* Egads ~}==>

AURYHN: *realizes that maybe joel is saying this to undermine his own experiences, in particular if this father of his is the same man who made friendly with YETIS... and he's squinting again.* I would very much like to meet this father of yours ~}==>

AURYHN: It sounds as though he has many an exciting yarn to spin ~}==>

JOEL: Eh maybe you will. Just look up the name English. He's almost right at the top.

AURYHN: Ah, yes... Then I will be sure to next time I find myself in your neighborhood ~}==>

AURYHN: Which shall be soon ~}==>

AURYHN: And subsequent visits will be just as frequent ~}==>

JOEL: Yeah. If you keep that picture with you and contribute like you say you are. *takes the hoverboard out of his sylladex, preparing for take off* You have a pester client? Ill add you right now.

AURYHN: *??? oh, he means TROLLIAN, obviously...* Certainly ~}==>

AURYHN: I am aurulentHuntsman ~}==>

JOEL: Done. *adds him* Ill bug you later.

JOEL: Mines estrapadingTrueblue.

AURYHN: Until then, sir ~}==>

AURYHN: *steps back to bow DEEPLY.* ~}==>

JOEL: *Pauses while hovering, wondering how necessary a DEEP BOW to him was. And why he suddenly felt warm in the collar. Wtf.*

JOEL: Cool.

AURYHN: Farewell, Joel Strider *readies his bow again, turning away to return to the HUNT. hopefully his arrow doesn't find finn.* ~}==>

JOEL: *Nah. By the time Joel gets the message that Finn is found, he's already halfway back to town. Whoops.*

AURYHN: *fiddlesti%... he wanted to find him.* ~}==>

#estrapadingtrueblue #in which joel meets a goth in the woods

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dynamismanew · 8 years

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[11:09] -- dynamismAnew [DA] began pestering estrapadingTrueblue [ET] at 23:09 --

[11:09] DA: joel!!!

[11:09] ET: Present.

[11:09] DA: i need some help!!!!

[11:09] ET: Whats the sitch.

[11:09] DA: okay so i'm talking to emilet right?????

[11:10] DA: and we're talking about the pictures we took and how they're on tumblr and people are apparently asking who i am?????

[11:10] DA: and this is what he said!!!!

[11:10] DA: [10:40] TH: they want to know if youre my girl friend [10:40] TH: what should i tell them

[11:10] DA: so i said!!!! just tell them the truth!!!!!

[11:11] DA: and he was acting like he expected something else and i said ok if you really want to lie to them you can!!!!

[11:11] DA: and he said he didn't want to lie?????

[11:11] DA: and now he won't tell me why he asked in the first place!!!!

[11:12] ET: I think.

[11:12] ET: He needs to get his fucking shitlets in order.

[11:13] DA: uh okay!!!!

[11:13] DA: but can you tell why he was acting weird????

[11:13] ET: Because hes bein a wishy washy son of a bitch is why.

[11:14] DA: maybe some more specifics????

[11:14] ET: Look. Hes leavin you to scramble for conclusions because hes too spineless to own up to what the fuck hes doing.

[11:14] ET: And alright.

[11:14] ET: Now that I know.

[11:14] ET: Theres gonna be a fight.

[11:14] ET: Stay tuned.

[11:15] DA: wait what????? don't fight him!!!!

[11:20] DA: joel????

[11:24] -- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] is an idle chum! --

[11:25] DA: JOEL!!!!!

[11:25] DA: IF YOU FIGHT HIM I'M GOING TO FIGHT YOU!!!!!

[11:25] DA: AND WE WILL ALL BE FIGHTING!!!!!!!!

[11:27] DA: okay maybe i won't fight you!!!!!

[11:27] DA: cuz let's be real that would be a little dumb!!!!

[11:27] DA: but can you maybe not hurt him?????

[11:28] -- dynamismAnew [DA] changed their mood to DISCONTENT --

[11:32] ET: Why would I hurt him.

[11:32] DA: i don't know??? just covering my bases cuz you mentioned fighting so...

[11:33] ET: Id never fight someone without a real good solid reason for doin so.

[11:34] DA: yeah i guess i already knew that!!!

[11:37] ET: Aight cool.

[11:37] ET: Glad we had this talk.

[11:38] DA: is uh???? everything okay??

[11:38] DA: he's sounding really upset now

[11:39] ET: I told him to stop bullshitting you around so. I guess thats what hes doing.

[11:39] ET: Have some patience with him Sage.

[11:39] ET: The guys a mess.

[11:39] DA: okay i'll do my best

[11:49] ET: Alright cool.

[11:49] -- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] ceased pestering dynamismAnew [DA] at 23:49 --

#estrapadingTrueblue #dynamismAnew #with joel #in which asking the cousin for help

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xenogeneicersatz · 8 years

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SIMULA: *they had been hiding in the morgue for... about two hours now. nobody went in there, so it was a good place to be alone, and they couldn't have gone to their room lest they look like they were trying to follow emilet. but with this much time passing now, they could probably safely return to their own room without much fuss. hopefully no one will notice that their face is a little red and puffy.*

JOEL: *Asking to return to their room without a fuss was really asking too much. Where did they think they lived again? Joel is out in the hall giving Lei Lei a chance to stretch her legs. In fact, she's looking a little bigger than she was last time. Joel sits up against a wall, dragging a stuffed mouse on a string over the tile for her to chase. He glances as Simula rounds the corner, absolutely notic

JOEL: ing how red and puffy their face looked. Jolts the mouse some more, Lei Lei scampering after it.* ...Some party.

SIMULA: *oh great. of ALL the people to run into... they cross their arms over their chest, shrugging a shoulder.* It was a part-y al-right.

JOEL: Youre welcome btw. *impassively scoots the mouse along* If by chance youre still celebratin.

SIMULA: *crosses arms a little tigher, even though their ribs still hurt.* What is that sup-posed to mean?

JOEL: *circle gestures vaguely at their face, their big disgrace.*

SIMULA: *frames their own face.* Yes. II would say that this face is cause for celebration. How impolite for me to not thank you join-ing me in this joy-ous e-vent soon-er.

JOEL: I mean. Its only appropriate. *looking on, unimpressed.* Again. Youre welcome.

SIMULA: ... *starts to circle around this cat. maybe they can just... leave.* Hell-o a-gain, Lei Lei.

JOEL: *Lei Lei's way of saying hi back is lashing her tail before scampering back to chase the mouse. Joel, however, isn't feeling nearly as friendly.* So.

JOEL: Youre not gonna say what youre up to? Been up to?

SIMULA: You did-n't ask.

SIMULA: Use your words, Joel. II can on-ly sur-mise so much from your judgemental stares.

JOEL: True. But it aint like anyone else is goin to do the honors.

SIMULA: *rolls eyes. not that he can tell, of course.* There is-n't much to say. You on-ly just saw me last night.

SIMULA: II spent the rest of the evening in my room. At some point II left the ship to buy some fried calamari. Then II came back to eat it and work on some cod-ing.

SIMULA: Then II stared at preserved bod-y parts in jars for two hours. And that brings us to now.

JOEL: *It's unassuming enough but no way is Joel satisfied. He rubs at his temple, just frowning.* Whats going on between you and Emilet.

SIMULA: *that definitely elicits a reaction. simula winces, and though joel certainly won't like the answer he's given, it isn't entirely dishonest. at least that's the way they see it.*

SIMULA: ... Noth-ing.

JOEL: *He wished it didn't make him so angry. At Emilet, Simula, himself. And it obviously does, given the flare of heat in his green eyes. It takes him a second to steady himself enough to talk again.* Had to ask. *mutters, jerking the mouse around.*

SIMULA: And why did you /have/ to ask? *all the emotions are still very raw. overwhelming and invasive, and of course joel just had to jab at them with his pointed words.*

JOEL: Cuz I aint gonna act like Im not picking up on shit. Even if you wanna do that. *scoffs and shakes his head.* Like I dont know you. Or Emilet. Yeah right.

SIMULA: So naturally, that makes it your business. *actually scowls a little, exposing pointy teeth.*

JOEL: *raises a hand to stop them right there* Up to a point. As far as Im concerned its as far as Im going.

JOEL: You know what the hell youre doing. Im not gonna stop you.

SIMULA: Great. It's a re-lief to know you're /on-ly/ involving your-self to the point of patronizing me.

JOEL: Like you dont get enough of doing that on your own. Doesnt matter who or when. *pulls a face at this sibling*

JOEL: Well hey. I can do that too.

SIMULA: Of course. But at least II don't pre-tend II'm do-ing it out of con-cern, rath-er than to satisfy my own inflated e-go. *sparks around the horns a little*

JOEL: Just another case of the kettle callin the teapot black. *undeterred by the sparks and in fact, stands up in opposition.* When the shit do you do ANYTHING out of concern. You dont. You just do fuckin you and dont care who the hell takes the fall. Just as long as you dont get to apologize for being a shitty... what? Friend? Family member??

JOEL: Whatever roles convenient I guess.

SIMULA: Thank you, as al-ways, for bring-ing fresh commentary to the thrill-ing sa-ga that is Simula Cap-tor's nev-er end-ing shit-show of an existance.

SIMULA: II wond-er what exactly you are try-ing to accomplish here by look-ing down at me such as you are, regarding whatever it is you think is happening be-tween Emilet and II.

SIMULA: Oh, look. My sib-ling looks dis-tressed. A prime opportunity to rub their misery in their face with a big fat implied "that's what you get for fuck-ing a-round with /him/ of all peo-ple."

SIMULA: Is that what you want, Joel? To get re-venge be-cause II'm such an unwanted, tox-ic addition to your life? May-be teach me a less-on in karm-ic retribution in case it wasn't al-ready so painfully obvious to me??

SIMULA: Is THAT IT? Well, you can quit wast-ing your time be-cause II'm al-ready at PEAK lev-els of MISERABLE ever-y unforgiving sec-ond of my worth-less, chron-ic pain rid-den life. And if you take is-sue with my fuck-ing pi-ty part-y then you should-n't have CRASH-ED it.

JOEL: *The frustration is bubbling over, as it often does with Joel when the emotions peak.* Holy shit would you stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself for one goddamn second??? I already said I dont give a single fuck what you do with Emilet and actually. I wont go near that disaster of an issue with a ten foot pole. Noping so hard out of that I aint even in the same orbit no more.

JOEL: Im talking about YOU being such a condescending shit I cant even talk to you without you treatin it like its an attack. Like you gotta beat me to the punch in criticism and then turn it into a sushi fuckwad of self deprecation. Cuz for some reason??? Thats the first conclusion you make when I try talking to you???

SIMULA: That's be-cause it's the ON-LY conclusion any-one with half a brain can fum-ble together. Just how far on-set is your de-nial?

SIMULA: But let us consider for a mom-ent that you weren't speak-ing to me with piss and vineager right off the bat. Since apparently that is all in my imagination.

SIMULA: Were you try-ing to in-vite me warm-ly in-to a familial rock talk a-bout my feel-ings? Be-cause you have an awfully interesting way of go-ing a-bout it.

JOEL: OH cuz you respond so fucking well to sincere admittance of giving a crap. Give me a goddamn break.

JOEL: You wont see ME putting myself out there waiting for you to shit on me. Like you ALWAYS fucking do so why beat around the bush????

SIMULA: *presses the heels of their palms to their temples, head thumping, but mostly from their own yelling. and they know full well it's their own fault, which makes it all the more frustrating, and all the more intense. tears start to form at the corners of their eyes, which they shut tight with a scowl.* II'm--!

SIMULA: II'm SOR-RY.

SIMULA: II... II should-n't-- Have come home.

JOEL: Nobodys said anything like that. *snaps back, none too patiently. He's not exactly the best with gentle understanding or delivery.* If you think youre perpetuating shit youre NOT. It was always shit and it was always bound to happen.

JOEL: Why the fuck does that mean you gotta stay away and pretend like the BAD STUFF matters more than the good????

SIMULA: Be-cause it-- It eclipses the good. When II... *brow creases and lip wibbles pathetically.*

SIMULA: May-be II did-n't change the course of any-thing, but II still... Wedged my-self in-to Emilet's af-fairs and now... Now e-ven he's up-set with me. *knits fingers into their hair.*

SIMULA: It's-- *sighs shakily* Disgusting. How hyperfocused II am on it.

JOEL: *crosses his arms with a sigh, shaking his head. At least he didnt look so confronting.* It was a precarious situation at best. Shitshow at its worst. Jesus. A literal fuckin feather could have been enough to push the whole thing over the edge.

JOEL: You really shouldnt blame yourself for that.

JOEL: And it aint like Emilets a bad guy??? Hes just. *huffs* A mess.

JOEL: Again. You cant blame yourself for that.

SIMULA: *the throbbing is relentless, but they've calmed down enough that the random fits of sparking have stopped.* He is... *pauses, dragging their sleeve across their face.*

SIMULA: ... *grumbles into their elbow.* Important. To me.

JOEL: *scuffs the tip of his shoe against the ground* Then... I dunno.

JOEL: Act like it.

JOEL: Put being there for him over... feeling sorry that you are. Thats not what he needs.

JOEL: I know you dont.

SIMULA: *lowers their arms so they can clutch at their sleeves, hugging themself loosely.* ... II sup-pose that would be... The logical thing to do.

JOEL: *This sibling is far too anime.* ...Good. *Joel dips his chin in a stiff nod and bends to pick up Lei Lei. Scratches her between the ears to give his awkward hands something to do.* Should probably get her back to the room. Shes looking hungry.

SIMULA: *glances down at the cat, if only to avoid further eye contact.* Yes. Of course.

SIMULA: II will... See you a-round then.

JOEL: Yep. Count on it. *and he's outtie. Fast as a flash.*

SIMULA: *continues to stand there for a moment longer than they kept track of, holding onto themself. they don't exactly feel good about that interaction, but at least they got sound advice out of it? there's still clearly things left unsaid, and one hell of a distance they need to cross.*

#estrapadingTrueblue

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taffetahabiliment-blog · 8 years

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-- taffetaHabiliment [TH] began pestering estrapadingTrueblue [ET] at 23:55 -- TH: https://67.media.tumblr.com/4debe4e7940564b174aa62b490dbb1b3/tumblr_o7z1kpNXr01vrpazoo1_540.png TH: thats you TH: you are the old meme ET: Says you bringin up an old fucking meme. TH: i got ta bond with you some how ET: I think Im mostly disturbed by the gawkin Daniel Radcliffe up in the high corner. TH: of course you would not ice that ET: Cuz you didnt somehow. TH: look TH: ive on ly got so much time in my day ET: This piece of vintage memery is fuckin ace and you aint even giving it the appreciation it deserves. ET: You call yourself a professional. TH: when you get on my le vel youll un der stand ET: Gotta peel back the layers. Gotcha. TH: im gon na peel back your la yers TH: and like TH: do some kind of ar tis tic fuck ing mess in that shit TH: as a show of my ap pre ci at ion ET: Im the parfait to your wanna be onion. ET: Aka the layers you do wanna get at. Lmao. TH: bro no TH: no bro TH: nah brah TH: so hey TH: lis ten TH: im pret ty sure py thi a al most kicked my ass ET: What. TH: you would nt hap pen to know a ny thing ab out that would you ET: No. Why the hell would I know anything about that. TH: thats pret ty much a rhe to ri cal ques tion TH: its cool though she and i are pret ty much best friends now???? TH: thats pret ty much a rhe to ri cal ques tion ET: About what exactly. I aint involved in the business of gettin people to kick your ass bro. TH: well she was pret ty figh ty ab out some shit you told her TH: its cool though she and i are pret ty much best friends now???? ET: Alright. ET: Its not like shit I talked to her about was meant to be discussed elsewhere. Least of all you. ET: Shows what I fuckin know. TH: may be it would help if you talked to me to be gin with lol ET: No. ET: Especially cuz theres no reason to go there. TH: uh??? yes there is????? TH: es pe cial ly if you are tel ling peo ple shit ab out me that you dont ev en know ET: I know what I know cuz I asked and found out. I dunno what it is you think I know. TH: you did nt as kem TH: **Me TH: god damn it TH: you did nt ask me ET: Your business is your business. You cant expect me to ask what the fuck is going on cuz. ET: Theres always some shit going on. TH: thats your short hand way of say ing im a tool and you would nt be lieve me a ny way ET: Yeah true. I dont know what to believe. ET: Except what you do. TH: then what the fuck do you think im do ing TH: bec ause what you think is nt what hap pened ET: Either way. ET: What I saw is the aftermath. Doesnt matter the motivations behind it. TH: no not ei ther way you fuck ing fuck TH: this is my life you can fuck ing ne ver mind it all you want but im go ing to fuck ing talk whe ther you like it or not TH: i was nt da ting two peo ple at the same time i did nt ev en DO a ny thing with or phus since i star ted da ting finn ET: Okay. TH: finn told me i nee ded to tell him i was da ting some one and he was right so i did and now ev er y one fuck ing hates me for it TH: so hon est ly what the fuck ev er TH: yeah i was stu pid and i should have told him soo ner TH: i al rea dy know that part TH: but would it have made him hate me a ny less TH: pro ba bly not TH: its not like he ev en knew when i star ted da ting TH: which was a thing that like just hap pened TH: o k im done with that TH: sor r TH: y TH: kind of ET: Yeah so am I. TH: i just thought you would have may be at temp ted to lis ten to me ET: I listened. TH: you know what i mean ET: Finn was the one who told me to start with. TH: finn did nt ev en ask ME to be gin with ET: He told me how it was an open relationship which was cool. Except for the part where the open relationship was just a thing you were doing. TH: now it sounds like you think i strong armed him in to let ting me do what ev er i want ET: No. I think theres a lot more going on than you wanna admit. TH: you want to know what hap pened??? TH: thats ea sy TH: first he said he was in te res ted in us be ing ex clu sive TH: i said i was nt sure i could do that TH: so i pro ba bly should nt TH: and he said we could try it be ing op en TH: that he wan ted to try ET: Regardless of how he was feeling himself. ET: Just as long as yall stayed together. TH: that was him ask ing me out ET: The guy doesnt think about his own feelings? Its real fuckin worrisome alright. TH: so you think its go ing to bo ther him no mat ter what ET: Yes. Because hes doing this for all the wrong reasons. ET: And doesnt want to acknowledge that. TH: fuck TH: why TH: why would he want to do that ET: Cuz youre giving him something hes not able to give himself. ET: And hes gonna get it. ET: Come hell or high water. ET: Regardless of whether its good for him or you or anybody. TH: gdo dman it ET: You try telling him this though. See how well he listens. ET: Doesnt wanna hear it. ET: Im fucking worried about you okay. Both of you. TH: im wor ried ab out him too and i dont know what to do ab out it TH: i dont know if im cut out for this TH: i want to be ET: Its not really how someones supposed to make you feel when youre with them. TH: no TH: i guess not ET: Yeah. ET: Doesnt have to be the end of the world though. TH: no ET: Just... ET: Give yourselves a chance man. ET: If you cant for you then how can you for him? ET: If it works out then it does. If it doesnt figure out why. TH: yeah ok TH: sor ry i did nt mean to talk ab out all this right now ET: Its whatever. TH: i guess i just miss you TH: but i was mad at you ET: Its how it works with me. TH: shut up lmao ET: Gotta roll with the small comforts in life. ET: Although shit bites more often than not. ET: Lets not pretend it doesnt. TH: i will del ude my self all i fuck ing want thank you ET: Suit yourself. TH: but real ly TH: i want you to be lieve me ET: Guess sometimes its just easier not to. But thats all on me. TH: well no some times i do real ly stu pid shit TH: i dont ev en know what im do ing half the time TH: but im real ly mak ing an at tempt right now TH: it is just kind of a lot of bull shit ET: But a torrent of bullsharts you gotta deal with nevertheless. TH: are you mad at me ET: No. TH: ok ET: I wanna think the best in you I guess. TH: sdfklf;sadf ET: ... ET: Its not the same as being mad? TH: i know you shit TH: im just hap py TH: to hear that i guess ET: Rolling my eyes over here. TH: god dman ti TH: stop mak ing me re gret ET: You started it. TH: ac tu al ly????? ET: Yes.You threw the first meme. TH: and it wont be the last ET: As well as the first stones which struck up this whole conversation to start with. TH: look TH: i cant let this shit sit ET: No. ET: Im tired of bullshitting same as you. TH: ha ha TH: good TH: lets keep do ing that pro ba bly ET: You sure about that. TH: y e s ??? TH: what ET: Just checking. TH: is there some thing else i need to know ab out ET: About what exactly. TH: i dont know im ask ing you ET: Nothing that aint already been covered. TH: okay.jpeg ET: Smh. ET: Picked up working with robotics again. TH: oh shit TH: make a ter mi na tor TH: if you know what i mean ET: She will definitely have the capabilities. ET: ... TH: .... TH: ;-)))))))) ET: Not sure how I didnt see that coming. ET: But anyway ET: Usami mecha bunny suit. TH: i did nt see it com ing ei ther TH: ;-))))))))) TH: oh ET: Gtfo. TH: u sa mi????? TH: U SA MI???? TH: shit boy..... TH: thats ka wa ii as hell ET: Yeah. Pythia designed it. ET: Im just piecing it together. TH: of course she did TH: i love her TH: why did nt i know this soo ner ET: Cuz it was a recent thing. TH: no i mean my love of her TH: but that too TH: thats al so re le vant ET: Pythia or Usami. TH: py thi a TH: of course i knew i loved u sa mi come on ET: Gonna roll my eyes again. TH: have you ev er con si dered e mo jis TH: 9_9 TH: its you ET: You ever consider I cant do emojis in speech to text. TH: say nine un der score nine ET: Okay. Consider I cant do emojis cuz Im not a fucking dweeb like you. TH: l m a o TH: called you the fuck out TH: its ok youre my pro ble ma tic fave ET: Dont even know who my problematic fave is. TH: im im me di ate ly in sul ted ET: Maybe Rammie. TH: wtf ET: Lmao. TH: shes not ev en pro ble ma tic ET: Maybe thats her problem. TH: that does nt count bitch ET: Nope I take it all back. ET: My problematic fave is Dove. TH: thats fa mi ly thats chea ting ET: Didnt know there were rules to this thing. ET: Next in line. ET: Satomi. TH: .... TH: :-/ ET: I dont even know what the criteria for this is. TH: pro ble ma tic ET: What defines a problematic fave yo. Thats what I wanna know. TH: p r o b l e m a t i c TH: i hope your com pu ter vo ice spelled that out for you TH: do i sound se xy in com pu ter vo ice TH: like how ro bo se xu al are we tal king here ET: A lil congested on account of your head bein so far up your ass. TH: so like a tin can kind of ro bot ET: Yeah. TH: damn TH: at least cans are use ful ET: Because they can. TH: shut the fuck up your face ET: Bite it. TH: i can ac tu al ly do that ET: We all do shit of impressive note from time to time. TH: al right you fuck er TH: i am get ting PEEVED ET: Some salty crackers are headed my way Im sensin. TH: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeQ3WwzGCoU/VUI2R57Sy_I/AAAAAAAAac4/mbauxt-olnk/s1600/Peeved-Logo-gif.gif ET: Im still waiting for the ulitmate display ownage to be wrecked upon my person. TH: youre go ing to have to be pa tient TH: that kind of shit does nt just hap pen ev er y day ET: I trust your judgement. TH: but if i had to guess what it looked like TH: i would say TH: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=571BuZeeQjE ET: Ridiculous. TH: ob scene ET: The point of the thing wildly deflected. ET: You were waiting for the bestie to confess problematic favsies. TH: yes :-( ET: Maychance senpai will never notice him. TH: bruh pls TH: i know youre true feel ings TH: ki mi ni to do ke <3 ET: Caught with my hand in the goddamn cookie jar. TH: the coo kies arent ev en that good TH: what an Epic Fail ET: Depends on what kind. ET: With or without nuts. TH: babe you know there are no nuts here come the fuck on ET: Thats reassuring. TH: i know TH: al so please look at this TH: http://becausebirds.tumblr.com/post/145216220325 TH: this is ko a la tea con tent ET: Gonna forward this to Dove asap. TH: gdi TH: dont sec ond hand my gifts ET: Ive watched it about three times now. ET: What are they saying. We just dont know. ET: I hope its nice. TH: i like your op ti mi sm but lets be real here TH: those are some shit tal king ducks ET: Who says no one bonds over shit talking. I do it all the time. TH: i did nt say that ei ther TH: ;-) ET: Fuckin plz. ET: Anyway. Forwarding to Dove. Asap. TH: why not TH: in stead TH: for ward deez nuts ET: Consider forwarding this fist up your ass. TH: well i mean ill try a ny thing once ET: Lmao. TH: youre laugh ing now.......... ET: Lemme guess. ET: This aint even your final form. TH: :-) ET: Whys it always gotta come down to this. Jfc. TH: bec ause TH: ive got to end some where TH: ;-) ET: That was terribad and you oughta be ashamed of yourself. TH: im way past shame at this po int ET: This point in the evenin I understand. ET: Yeah. TH: no thats a ny gi ven po int in time ET: You used to... ET: You used to call me on my. ET: Yeah. TH: hey ques tion TH: do you have to say like el lip ses out loud TH: or is it fi nish crumbs on yours TH: i need an swers ET: The answer to that is mind your own Sunny E. ET: Mind your fucking own. TH: lis ten i just want to i ma gine you talk ing to your self to me TH: which i do TH: ev er y time ET: I talk to myself more often than not these days. TH: thats pro mi sing ET: Never know whos listening. TH: bruh TH: 2spoo opy TH: fc TH: ckfmskla TH: gdi ET: You okay. TH: yes TH: car ry on ET: ? TH: dont ? me ET: Ill ? you if I so please. ET: But fine whatever. Droppin it. TH: http://www.androidcentral.com/sites/androidcentral.com/files/article_images/2016/04/mic-drop-gif.gif ET: Fuck you. TH: :-) TH: i know TH: i know swea ty ET: Why are you talkin to me right now. TH: cuz ilu TH: ha ha just kid ding TH: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1eDl9rnNlU ET: Youre doin me a rankle most chafe bub. TH: i love it when they ran kle ET: Whos they. TH: aw youre jea lous ET: Could understand who Im bein lumped with. TH: i ac tu al ly dont ev en know TH: youre pret ty much the on ly one i get to dunk on these days TH: con gra tu la tions ET: Damn. ET: When the dunkers become the dunkees. ET: What a time to be alive. TH: i dunked on my self ET: Well yeah thats gone without sayin. TH: fair ET: You done self deprecatin yet or. TH: hey you star ted it ET: Did not. TH: so did TH: hey look at this TH: https://66.media.tumblr.com/ee63a0371bc67a8695263d3596cc033e/tumblr_o7n8no5crH1ry4njyo1_540.png ET: Rapid subject changes at the speed of light lemme just say. ET: That renderin dont have any business looking that tantalizing. TH: sen su al tube of tooth paste TH: what do you want to bet some one is de sign ing a dil do of right now ET: How would you have privvy to information like that. TH: http://www.dildo-generator.com/3d-printed-custom-toys/ TH: your cre a ti vi ty can shine TH: at last ET: Its about goddamn time. TH: ok sor ry i just got dis trac ted fuck ing ar ound with that ET: Guess I know what Im doing come next holiday. ET: God bless America. Happy Fourth of fuckin July to me. TH: god damn it TH: come next ho li day... ET: Thats the plan. TH: fuck in g he ll ET: Thats generally the reaction yeah. TH: oh m g god sto ET: Nay. I shant. TH: you on ly say that bec ause i did nt say keep go ing ET: Cant. Im already done. TH: .. TH: look here you fuck ET: Im lookin but none I see. Shame I say. ET: Lmao. TH: ive had en ough of your sas sy mouth ET: So cut the convo. TH: may be i will ET: Im waiting. TH: ;-) ET: And here we stay. Like always. ET: Guess its time to cut losses. TH: are you say ing youre stuck with me cuz TH: troo ET: Yes and no. TH: an un for tun ate side ef fect ET: Of what exactly. TH: of let ting me hap pen at you ET: See you happen whether or not I let it. TH: yeah but not al ways at you ET: So it seems. ET: But some way or another I always end up back here. TH: i can pro ba bly cite my memes that drag you back ET: Like thats all you got going for you huh. ET: Smh. TH: well i mean TH: id bet like nine ty per cent ET: Sure jan. ET: Fuck. ET: Ugh. TH: youre ex clai ming bec ause its ac tu al ly bec ause im hot TH: im sor ry TH: i un der stand ET: You think Im joking. TH: ab out me be ing hot?????? no TH: i be lieve you ET: Frankly I dont see it as really having to do with anything right now. TH: what are we sup posed to be ab out right now ET: Dunno. ET: Some place Im less pissed about probably. TH: wait what ET: See. Whatd I say. TH: i dont know now im con fused ET: Whats there to be confused about. Its not like it aint been brought up before. ET: Although lets face it. ET: I really would have rather it never got brought up again. TH: uh TH: what ET: We got issues plain and simple. TH: ok i got that part ET: I dont know what it means. And hell if I can understand how Ive been okay with it this whole time. TH: i ET: This whole mess of pushing boundaries?? Putting thoughts in my head I cant shake off. ET: Yeah. ET: I dont know what to think of it either. TH: wh at TH: waht di d i do ET: Youre not DOING anything dude. Its just ET: Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. TH: i dont TH: un der st and ET: Okay look. ET: Understand that Ive been on edge about this whole relationship fiasco business of yours ever since I caught wind of it. ET: None of this is meant to be accusatory or anything. If anything its damn hypocritical of me to bring the subject up. Im openin a huge fucking can of worms here. ET: But the way I see it its more about whether the flirting or bein in my business has actually mattered to you or like. ET: What if youve been fooling this whole time and never even considered that it did matter to me. That it was important and not something I ever treated lightly with you. ET: However the feelings not mutual and I gotta deal with that. No closure or acknowledgement or anything. ET: Dont know what Im supposed to do with that so honestly. Im gonna get salty and be salty til it begs for me to speak my mind. TH: wait TH: what????? TH: i TH: what?????? TH: no TH: i was the one that told you i liked you TH: that i was be ing se ri ous TH: and it was stu pid sure but i told you ET: It wasnt stupid so much as it never seemed that way. TH: fuck dude TH: of course it did nt TH: bec ause im an i di ot TH: im like al ways sure im go ing to fuck some thing up with you TH: like theres some thing youre not sa ying and im just fuck ing things up all the time ET: Im talking about after the fact. I took it seriously. ET: But then I found out some similar nonsense happened with Citrin. TH: wtf TH: no it did nt ET: You sayin Citrin was buggin over nothing between him you and Ruleus. Cuz it sure didnt look that way when he was talkin to me about it. TH: i dont know what the fuck TH: i was kind of just mes sing with ru le us but he like flipped out on me TH: i told him it was chill TH: and told him to talk to cit rin and told cit rin to talk to him TH: idk wtf else could have pos si bly hap pened ET: I mean considering all that was happenin with Pythia blowing up on them. And Im guessing also you applyin your ill timed messin. TH: ok i had no i dea ab out that TH: but thats not my fault??? TH: i did nt say shit to cit rin TH: i was nt ev en try ing to start shit at all TH: i was try ing to HELP ac tu al ly TH: af ter he star ted freak ing out at me ET: Look thats all water under the bridge and also has nothing to do with me beyond trying to help Citrin out. TH: well it ob vi ous ly has some thing to do with you now ET: Yeah. ET: I dont know what to think honestly. TH: what the fuck ev er TH: ive come to ac cept i cant say shit with out it go ing wrong some how TH: so its cool TH: be lieve what you want ET: Jesus fucking Christ man. Stop feeling sorry for yourself for one goddamn second. ET: Im trying to talk to you. TH: are you?????? ET: Yes I am. Im telling you what Ive been thinking and how its been bugging the hell out of me and all you can say about it is how youve gone and fucked up. TH: i dont know how the fuck im sup posed to prove a ny thing if you dont be lieve me TH: i dont real ly feel like hau ling out a list of re ceipts for my per so nal feel ings here ET: I dont feel like a lot of things. But Im still talking. TH: af ter all that shit TH: you think i just like made it up???? TH: do you se ri ous ly think im that much of a heart less prick??? ET: I dont *know*. Its not like you make it easy to figure when youre being real about something and not. TH: you think i ev en WAN TED to tell you all that??? bec ause i real ly did nt TH: i did nt want to fuck ing feel it to be gin with TH: im so sick of feel ing the way i do you have no i dea TH: if i could just not feel things like 100% of the time i would take it TH: that would be so much bet ter than this shit TH: it li te ral ly just makes life har der for ev er y one i try to give a shit ab out TH: im sick of it ru in ing ev er y thing TH: and do ing this TH: im sick of tal king ab out it too but im do ing a ny way TH: ev en though ev er y one hates it TH: and i know TH: it just makes me look like an ass hole TH: dump ing ev er y thing on you TH: fuck TH: ne ver mind TH: just ne ver mind TH: im sor ry ET: Ughhhh. You never made my life harder??? Youre not making anything more difficult just by being around so stop fucking panicking. Holy shit. TH: im sor ry i made you doubt me TH: im sor ry im so con fu sing TH: i dont want to be ET: One of these days youre gonna learn its okay to be a mess and not expect folks to go running for the hills every time it gets brought up. TH: i dont know how its ok when i keep hur ting peo ple ET: I know what Im getting into. ET: But I also know people gotta understand theyre worth sticking shit out with. ET: I mean if theyre not gonna tell it to themselves. There always has to be one person. TH: i just feel like its go ing to be too much TH: now i hurt you and sa to mi too TH: im sor ry ET: Cant speak for anybody but myself. ET: And I say. Theres always a way out of these situations. ET: Saying you regret feeling like you do and telling me. ET: Not really something Im content to sit with. TH: i dont know how im sup posed to feel good ab out it TH: you dont need this shit ET: Dont see how it matters whether I need it. ET: I want it. ET: If only because I never got a chance to prove any other way that it mattered to me. TH: i dont know what to say to that ET: It just is. TH: thats a lot ea si er to say than feel ET: You deserve good things Em. Good people. TH: that just feels fuck ing weird ET: Its called giving yourself a goddamn break. TH: i did nt rea lize this was part of the eq ua tion ET: Well you matter to me so???? ET: Actually its been there this whole time. ET: Dense motherfucker. TH: ok TH: thank you ET: Yeah. TH: dont yeah me TH: say like youre wel come or some thing so i dont feel weird ab out it ET: Whys it weird. TH: bec ause TH: my head is just a weird fuck ing place ok TH: im try ing to be sin cere here ET: Youre welcome Im a decent person of outstandin character. TH: god damn it TH: im se ri ous ET: So am I. But fine. ET: Youre welcome. TH: ok TH: i feel a lit tle bet ter ET: Alright. Cool. TH: is this like a ny bet ter at all now ET: Significantly. TH: ok TH: thats good ET: Who would have thunk that talking helps from time to time. TH: not me tbh ET: Well now you know. TH: yeah i guess ET: Theres no excuse from here on out. TH: are you say ing i have to talk ab out things now ET: Exactly. ET: Whats on your mind. TH: what are you ask ing me like right now ET: ...Whats on your mind? ET: Some questions are straightforward sometimes. TH: some times theyre not TH: fuck i dont know TH: i guess im just TH: glad youre my friend TH: thats ab out all i got ET: Fair enough. TH: im sure ill have plen ty to think ab out la ter TH: but i would ra ther think ab out this right now ET: Thats good. ET: I mean if I cant help in any other way. TH: you do help ET: Thank. TH: ha ha shut up ET: I can at times upon request. TH: lmao TH: sure jan ET: Eh well I got at least one testimonial so. ET: Thats all that matters. TH: im not gon na ask ET: ;0 TH: n o ET: I did it. TH: im dis turbed TH: on a deep le vel TH: a vis ce ral le vel ET: Time for ET to phone home I guess. ET: The circle of stupidity is complete. TH: is it ev er ac tu al ly com plete ET: Cmon. There are circles within circles of the stuff. ET: Its a seasonal cycle of idiocy. ET: Trust me when I say it. I know my shit. TH: its more like a spi ral TH: a black hole ET: What I just say. TH: ohhhhhhh TH: hai <3 ET: Considerin your astonishin collapse in density I think a black hole is a very appropriate analogy. TH: ;-) ET: Keep em to yourself. TH: (-; ET: Youll never guess where Im goin for a date next. ET: Bouncy castle factory. After hours. ET: Ill hit you up later. TH: je sus TH: fine im go ing TH: bye ET: Adios. -- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] ceased pestering taffetaHabiliment [TH] at 04:35 --

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