[Oh my GOD. This is the most stupid and Lucien thing in the entire world. There are really only two ways Lucien can be on the bed, so back it is, which means Viktor laughs sleepily on top of his chest.]
Was it really when you called a horde of rats to jump on Vash? [Idly plays with the very ends of Lucien's hair he can reach.] ...
[ the list of crimes also mentioned evidence theft and the impromptu heart dissection so viktor isn’t get away clean here.
but yes he’s content to serve as a body pillow that’s fine, snorting a bit of a laugh in turn. viktor comes back to life and immediately starts having sex and doing hard drugs (tobacco they are boring tobacco cigarettes) ]
Alright. You’ll have to move though and you seem rather comfortable.
[UMMM, LOOK. Listen here. He got (redacted) for that already, he doesn't need it on his criminal record, thanks.
Surprisingly, he gives a kind of small, petulant grumble and turns his face down into Lucien. Yes, he's comfy, and he doesn't want to move really. Reluctantly, he untangles and shifts to the space right beside Lucien, remaining directly face down in the bed with his arms beneath him.]
[ there he goes. lucien just laughs again at all the drama that took, sitting up and looking over at him. he’s face down so lucien can’t get embarrassed by how fond he looks. there is something to be said for getting a brief moment to relax and be normal people for ten minutes.
and them promptly slapping him (hard) on the ass as he stands to get get the cigarettes and matches out of his coat. ]
The way he yelps sharply, startled. It STINGS. He glares at Lucien's retreating form, reaching back to rub the fried skin. His head drops down onto the bed, though he's still mildly glowering.]
Rude.
[Yanking the covers up almost entirely over his head and down around him protectively.]
[ lmao. bye, loser. striking the match and lighting up his cigarette, rudely grinning at this little act too. metatexting about your (dead) ex too much is rude but viktor is a very different sort of person and that’s kind of a nice thing. he won’t argue that either of them are without an insane amount of baggage but it’s hard to summon up a reason to feel guilty over someone new when its like this.
lucien comes back over to sit down again, patting (more gently) on the ass-vicinity of the blanket lump. ]
You're going to burn a hole in the sheets with that.
[He says this, but he shifts and crawls up, tucking himself against Lucien's side and resting his head on Lucien's shoulder. The sheet comes up over them both a little too.]
[ that is about what he expected yes, he does look mildly concerned - rubbing his back until he starts to breath again properly. hopefully he starts to breath again properly. ]
Be a bit ridiculous if we did all that and this is the thing that did you in ...
[ pushing some hair out of viktor's face before he takes it back, taking a drag and he does not cough at all. ]
Started young.
[ running the hand that curls around him up and down his arm, idle, but still touching him like he's not entirely sure he isn't going to disappear or glitch out. ]
Viktor is now living the Captive Prince (problematic).]
Stop that. You left crumbs in it, that's bad enough.
[Wraps an arm over Lucien's chest and again starts playing with the ends of Lucien's hair, but maybe not so much this time because they need something to do because nicotine is great.]
I'll stay here. I want to anyway. Besides, I think her and Arthur need some alone time...
[ he kind of likes having his hair toyed with, he's hardly going to stop him - half-closing his eyes before he remembers the lit cigarette and reaching over to put it out on the nightstand. ]
Oh, aye. That's been a thing for a minute, I suppose.
I don't speak with her about these sorts of things at all, she can hardly stand the conversation. Why would I make fun of her? It's not as if I know about anything between them besides the obvious parts I can intuit.
[ gosh!!!!!!! anyway he has not talked to a single living soul about his love life. a few of the dead, and amalthea because well. she Bore Witness, but that's it. ]
[He loves to rag Lucien a little because Lucien is so grouchy. His fingers abandon the hair in favor of idly tracing over the edgy, goth necklace. He doesn't seem concerned by it, but probably because he can hazard guesses about it.]
She probably didn't want me to tell you that either. But I thought you should know.
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Was it really when you called a horde of rats to jump on Vash? [Idly plays with the very ends of Lucien's hair he can reach.] ...
I'll share one with you if you want.
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but yes he’s content to serve as a body pillow that’s fine, snorting a bit of a laugh in turn. viktor comes back to life and immediately starts having sex and doing hard drugs (tobacco they are boring tobacco cigarettes) ]
Alright. You’ll have to move though and you seem rather comfortable.
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Surprisingly, he gives a kind of small, petulant grumble and turns his face down into Lucien. Yes, he's comfy, and he doesn't want to move really. Reluctantly, he untangles and shifts to the space right beside Lucien, remaining directly face down in the bed with his arms beneath him.]
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and them promptly slapping him (hard) on the ass as he stands to get get the cigarettes and matches out of his coat. ]
Lazy.
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The way he yelps sharply, startled. It STINGS. He glares at Lucien's retreating form, reaching back to rub the fried skin. His head drops down onto the bed, though he's still mildly glowering.]
Rude.
[Yanking the covers up almost entirely over his head and down around him protectively.]
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lucien comes back over to sit down again, patting (more gently) on the ass-vicinity of the blanket lump. ]
I think you knew that coming in.
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I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever had anyone slap my behind before.
[IT'S PROBABLY ALREADY SORE? HELLO?
He lifts his head, using his forearms to sit up a little on his stomach. The edge of the bedhead sticks out from where it's flattened by the sheet.]
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he leans back, toying with the cigarette in one hand - raising an eyebrow and looking down at him cocooned up. ]
Either get back out here or let me under there.
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[He says this, but he shifts and crawls up, tucking himself against Lucien's side and resting his head on Lucien's shoulder. The sheet comes up over them both a little too.]
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[ good, that's where he wanted him. wrapping an arm around his shoulders, toying his claws over his arm - offering the cigarette over to him. ]
Not the worst room I've stayed in.
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[He takes the cigarette and leans his head up slightly. A pause. He knows how this is going to go, he thinks.
He takes a small drag, and it goes exactly like he thought, yeah: he starts coughing quietly after getting strangled by the smoke, eyes watering.]
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Be a bit ridiculous if we did all that and this is the thing that did you in ...
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He gives a single, deep cough, and seems to sort of be okay. Like when you choke on your spit. His voice is raspy when he talks again.]
How in the world do you stand this...?
[He tries again, this time the same lil sort of drag. Still coughs, but not as bad as the first time. Giving this thing back to Lucien.]
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Started young.
[ running the hand that curls around him up and down his arm, idle, but still touching him like he's not entirely sure he isn't going to disappear or glitch out. ]
You could stay here. For the week, I mean.
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Cigarette leaves a weird taste in his mouth, and he sort of hates that he doesn't dislike it entirely.]
I didn't think I really had a choice in the matter?
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Don't make it out as if I'm holding you captive. You are free to make your own decisions.
[ said in the voice of a boyfriend who gets mad at you for things you did in a dream. ]
I just thought it would be polite to keep our activities out of Throné's bed, but if you're insistent on it ...
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Viktor is now living the Captive Prince (problematic).]
Stop that. You left crumbs in it, that's bad enough.
[Wraps an arm over Lucien's chest and again starts playing with the ends of Lucien's hair, but maybe not so much this time because they need something to do because nicotine is great.]
I'll stay here. I want to anyway. Besides, I think her and Arthur need some alone time...
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Oh, aye. That's been a thing for a minute, I suppose.
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Not much of a thing when she hasn't even told him...
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Go on ...
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[He gives Lucien a look, but he does seem quite sincere about this.]
She will when she's ready. She'll tell him. If he is too silly to tell her first.
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I don't speak with her about these sorts of things at all, she can hardly stand the conversation. Why would I make fun of her? It's not as if I know about anything between them besides the obvious parts I can intuit.
[ gosh!!!!!!! anyway he has not talked to a single living soul about his love life. a few of the dead, and amalthea because well. she Bore Witness, but that's it. ]
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Because I know you love to tease people. And because I told you in confidence.
[To distract him:]
She also said you were one of her greatest friends here.
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[ and then his nose scrunches up even more. ]
Did she now?
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[He loves to rag Lucien a little because Lucien is so grouchy. His fingers abandon the hair in favor of idly tracing over the edgy, goth necklace. He doesn't seem concerned by it, but probably because he can hazard guesses about it.]
She probably didn't want me to tell you that either. But I thought you should know.
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