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.
[ hey at least he's notably less grouchy than he was at the start of this. though yes there is a lot of natural homegrown bad attitude there that even when the worst of the depression wanes he is probably going to always have.
and yeah it's probably fine sometimes you just have your own blood in a necklace. ]
I can make friends! That's an act I'm capable of doing. I've made plenty of friends.
[ he has a lot of friend-in-laws where they worry about his mental health a lot but probably wouldn't drive him to the airport because when he has control of the aux its really terrible ]
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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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and yeah it's probably fine sometimes you just have your own blood in a necklace. ]
I can make friends! That's an act I'm capable of doing. I've made plenty of friends.
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His expression is the playful "mmmmmmhm" you give to someone you're skeptical of believing, but in a (fond) way.]
Oh, really? Who, do I know them? Name me some of your friends.
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You.
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A pause.
He straightens his head and glances up.]
...You're serious? Just me?
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Amalthea. Rosamund. Temenos. Shoma. Happy?
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Mm.
[He nods, a little smile coming to his mouth.]
It paints a picture.
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