[ molly just busts his way in. doors open, he has no shame. no knocking at all. besides, his arms are kinda full, he's just brought like a bunch of to-go boxes of food and has a few bottles in the pile too. a real bro who bothers to bring snacks to the hang out. ]
[ gu yun's head pops out from the loft! he was going to stay there, but, seeing molly's handful of snacks gets him to laugh, and he swings his feet over the edge and goes to clamber down. ]
Are you trying to feed an army? [ let him come take some of those boxes. ] What'd you bring?
[ It's like! It's a lot. He's doing his best to just deposit the boxes on the mini-kitchen counter, even giving a little impressive display of dexterity by catching a rolling bottle that almost hits the ground with the top of his foot.]
All sorts. Figured I wasn't going to leave soon. And that I'm not going through another breakfast problem ordeal. [presumptious? also law is absolutely going to murder them both.]
[ that whole indulging in new aspects thing means two things in this situation. the first is that gu yun, a notoriously picky eater who is more of a bird than a person sometimes - seems relatively delighted by the quantity and quality of food being set down. he takes a box from the top and adds it to the new pile, peeking in and taking a bite out of whatever was inside without any sort of consideration for what it was and whistling approvingly at his super high dex there.
the second is that realization hits him immediately on the implication, and his mouth slides into a sly grin. ]
Think Law would be even less accommodating. [ but he’s absolutely going to get up in Molly’s space after he’s mostly hands free, crowding up against the mini counter. ] Checked your calendar book, then?
[It's bear claws! But nicodranas style. so they've got cinnamon in them. he remembered that specifically when putting it in the weird vending machine.
once everything been mostly deposited on the counter, he'll twist around to lean back against it - reaching over to put a hand on gu yun's healed arm, squeezing a little.]
[ in response, he lifts it and honks molly's nose, playfully. wonder where he learned that from! ]
Perfectly fine, yes. Like it never even happened.
[ he's really got to invest in one of these healing pods... the ling shu institute could probably figure out how to make it work. no one would ever nag him again about using his armor as a cast, which people should nag him for literally all the time. ]
[The healing pods are great. Could talk about the healing pods all day. Molly just crinkles his nose up when he gets honked, and in return tries to nip at any fingers that are too close.]
Oh good. Now I just get to lie back and think of Great Liang.
[ oh my god. he's more or less playing keep away with those teeth and that clever tongue, now, very playfully, and then molly says that and he just - ]
Pfft-- [ NOOO MOLLY YOU'RE CUTE THAT WAS REALLY FUNNY!!! he's just lost to what is basically giggling for a second, dropping his hands on molly's chest. gu yun's delighted and also a little horrified by the remark because he is most certainly not the nation as a whole! who is he, the emperor! this is a filial piety joke, is what this is, extremely inappropriate and therefore hilarious. ]
Now that's going to go straight to my head. [ wheeze. ] If you call out the name of my nation in the middle of it, I'll lose my will to go on, I swear.
[ ahhhh. fondness and good humor are still all over his face when all that's said and done, shaking his head, but gu yun's leaning over to steal a kiss, reaching up to put his chilly fingers at the back of his neck and knead there, gentle. ]
[He'd been rather proud of that joke himself and absolutely thinks he deserves a kiss for it. He had been thinking of saying something else back equally derisive - maybe something about how he'd prefer Marquis as requested, but then there's hands on his chest and cold fingers over the ridges of scars at the back of his neck and he's being kissed instead so. fuck it. who cares.
maybe gu yun had only intended gentle, but molly quickly closes any semblance of distance quickly. eating around the jelly part in the middle is over? pulling him in closer by the waist, insistent.]
[ nah, not at all - the intention is read and appreciated immediately. only the fact that he was probably still grinning by the time their lips met tempered it. kissing molly now is familiar, and it's not that he's used to that tongue of his (will he ever be? unlikely) but it's been in his mouth enough that none of his confidence in kissing him back has to be faked - gu yun makes a pleased noise and delves right in, crowding him back closer into that mini counter. or the wall. or whatever's the closest.
his hand tightens on the back of his neck and the other comes up to gnarl into his curls, more than eager to just make out with molly right here in the front room of the studio. the loft is way, way too far away right now?
when he does finally have to pull away, it's with a nip to his bottom lip and a glance upwards through his lashes, dark eyed and pleased, cheeks a little pink under that red mole. ]
Think if we keep this up on the door, we'll just keep Law out? [ smooch. ] Don't feel like taking out my phone.
[there is definitely mini-counter pressing right into the small of his back right now, pinching at the ridges at the top of his tail and molly couldn't give less of a shit about it, making a very pleased noise when that hand tightens in his hair.
As he pulls away, molly will move his hands from gu yun's waist to hold his face instead, a thumb running over that cinnabar mark. he's flushed himself - though that mostly just means a tinge more red to the lavender, darkening the skin a bit.]
Hm? What's he going to see that he hasn't before? Isn't he supposed to be a doctor?
anyway! that color is very fetching, actually. he zeroes in on it, idly wonders how his tattoos might just stand out even brighter if he could get him to flush even lower. what a nice thought that is. sucks for law if he hasn't gotten to see molly naked! its a treat, he's a beauty.
anyway, the latent and released monsterfuckerness aside, he tilts his head into the hand on his cheek, eyes closing. ] I just don't particularly want to be interrupted. Someone's given me an entire evening of his time, and I plan to be very thorough.
[ gu yun finally releases his hands from his hair and finds the very, very open front of molly's shirt instead, chilly fingers curling in the fabric and against skin; he opens an eye to actually look at molly properly after a beat, mouth curling up in that wicked little smile again, like he's suddenly gotten an idea. ] Though, I suppose if one's going to eat a meal - [ hands traveling downwards... ] - politeness dictates it ought to be at the table.
[ and that's punctuated with a very purposeful lick of his lips. ]
[if law's been paying attention at trial molly has just been immediately fully nude every strip check? he does not bother with the curtain. look upon that purple.
molly isn't exactly easily flustered - but the combination of the cold fingers at his skin, the wicked little smile,
that particular turn of phrase. a lot! a lot for one little tiefling. he laughs but it's breathless enough for gu yun to pick up that he might have won a contest of wills here. a little revenge on the dragon emperor. he shifts, not uncomfortably, just to hide maybe the way something just shocked up his spine, and the flush gets a little deeper. the tail lashes around his ankles. ]
[ the way i completely forgot that strip check was a thing
anyway. gu yun is absolutely cognizant of his victory, and looks all the more delighted for it. give a man with unshakable confidence some experience in the thing he knows nothing about, and watch him become a complete and utter menace in a matter of weeks. this latent ho potential was sort of impressive.
his grin just grows, to that, delighted. ] An excellent idea. [ he should probably do the same and like, translate, so, he at least digs out his from his pocket, a halfassed motion that is abandoned in favor of planting nips and kisses at molly's jaw while he's trying to concentrate, like an asshole.
and lo, after sexiling law (again) (in the groupchat), it's time for a hearty meal. 🎶 ijusthadsex.mp3 ]
[at least they were polite (?) to law. at least they bothered with a warning. did they ever even make it back to the loft eventually. who's to say. molly is probably just laying on the floor somewhere, even if there is a bed nearby. it's fine.]
... Don't tell Law about the table, he might kill us.
[ at least they warned him! that was very polite. we'll say yes, after all of that, they've made it up to the relative privacy of the loft. gu yun's up on the bed, sprawled sort of luxuriously, his dark hair and a single arm draped off of the side. ]
No wonder Pride likes him best. [ lol
can you blame him, though, they're menaces. ] I'll clean it up before he's back. [ probably. right now, he's pretty content not to move, drifting through a blissful evening. ] You alright?
[rolling over to try and grab that arm? Not pulling just. lacing his fingers with gu yun's. he'd probably attempted to go back downstairs for a towel or some food and just. gave up and laid down instead. the earth will simply reclaim him here.]
I'm so-so. Middle of the road. [waggling their hands together in one of those back and forth motions.] Eh?
Middle of the floor, more like. [ snort. it takes a little maneuvering, but, gu yun rolls back over onto his stomach instead of his back to watch molly, resting his cheek against the crook of his elbow, still pink cheeked and feeling remarkably relaxed. ]
I feel like I should be insulted. [ clearly he does not feel insulted, nor is he serious about this remark, nor does he have any issue with molly taking his hand. his fingers aren't as cold as usual, though some of the heat from their various activities of the evening is starting to fade, and gu yun lazily lets their hands move back and forth, like a big, contented cat. it's nice to have his hand back. ] Then again, I'll take your performance reviews as it was in progress as a sign that you're full of it.
[molly is just sprawled? it's kinda cold on the floor? his head is at an awkward angle because you can't lay very comfortably on your side with horns, so he's just proppted up on an arm too. he doesn't seem to care, either not bothered or just too content to complain for the moment.]
Should be obvious by now that I'm full of it, Marquis.
[grinning, like he thinks he's very, very cute and clever for that.]
... I really am about to starve though so I'm going to get up.
[ oh yes, you are very cute, and very clever. he shakes his head, huffing a fond laugh at the nickname (after all of this, he's starting to think actually being called that in bed is going to make him die of embarrassment, but he'd also probably rather die than say that he really likes hearing zixi instead, too, so. here we are!)
with a yawn and a stretch, gu yun moves to sit up. he pats around for a moment, lazily - his nightstand is charred black at the top, for some reason, and there's a steam lamp on top of it - and eventually comes up with a ribbon. that said and done, he pulls his hair over his shoulder in a low ponytail and starts to get up as he's tying it into place. ]
We really should have just brought the food up in the first place. [ are you gonna walk bare ass around his apartment, molly? gu yun is not, which is terribly boring, and he comes over to join him as he's half pulling on his outer robe and tying it loosely around his waist. ]
[he would have gotten plenty of zixi too. he did promise loudly and often! he did promise. yes he's not bothering with clothes - he'd put his coat back on but he doesn't know where the hell it ended up.
Actually, now that he's upright, he'll try and just push him back onto the bed?]
Just stay here? I'm going to go get it. I can handle a walk to the kitchen myself.
You sure? [ teasingly, of course, because his ego's not that huge. as gently nudged, he flops backwards, sprawling out in a mess of limbs and silk. "stay in bed", what a unique and foreign and new concept.
but, he waves a hand from where he's laying after, a nonverbal 'go ahead'. ] Bring something delicious, I could use a snack.
[He pauses, leaning over him, observing, limbs and silk and his face - he doesn't say anything. Just looking him up and down.
then just pecks him on the forehead and stumbles off. he's going a little gingerly down the stairs but it doesn't seem to bother him too much. absolutely bare ass out, he does not give a single fuck about that. if gu yun pays attention to his tattoos, there's a new one on his leg - just a simple stick n' poke of a red rose.
he'd doing his best to hurry because he's realized that he's friggin' cold and bringing back a few of the to-go boxes, dumping them on the bedside table and then yeeting himself back into the bed.]
There. That'll be 1000 gold for the delivery and whatever you'd like for the tip.
Ah, this establishment's high brow. I hate to break this to you, Molly, but despite all of my titles, I am not a wealthy man.
[ this is 100% true, actually. the marquis salary is pretty hefty, but gu yun doesn't keep much of it for himself. a pragmatist to his core, unlike his sometimes flashy outward personality - he likes beautiful things, and being particularly beautiful, but when it comes to his living, he's nearly spartan about it.
as he comes back in, gu yun makes grabbies for the nearest box. ] Suppose we'll have to barter.
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[ the door's cracked open! ]
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You in here?
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Are you trying to feed an army? [ let him come take some of those boxes. ] What'd you bring?
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[ It's like! It's a lot. He's doing his best to just deposit the boxes on the mini-kitchen counter, even giving a little impressive display of dexterity by catching a rolling bottle that almost hits the ground with the top of his foot.]
All sorts. Figured I wasn't going to leave soon. And that I'm not going through another breakfast problem ordeal. [presumptious? also law is absolutely going to murder them both.]
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the second is that realization hits him immediately on the implication, and his mouth slides into a sly grin. ]
Think Law would be even less accommodating. [ but he’s absolutely going to get up in Molly’s space after he’s mostly hands free, crowding up against the mini counter. ] Checked your calendar book, then?
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[It's bear claws! But nicodranas style. so they've got cinnamon in them. he remembered that specifically when putting it in the weird vending machine.
once everything been mostly deposited on the counter, he'll twist around to lean back against it - reaching over to put a hand on gu yun's healed arm, squeezing a little.]
Arm alright?
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Perfectly fine, yes. Like it never even happened.
[ he's really got to invest in one of these healing pods... the ling shu institute could probably figure out how to make it work. no one would ever nag him again about using his armor as a cast, which people should nag him for literally all the time. ]
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Oh good. Now I just get to lie back and think of Great Liang.
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Pfft-- [ NOOO MOLLY YOU'RE CUTE THAT WAS REALLY FUNNY!!! he's just lost to what is basically giggling for a second, dropping his hands on molly's chest. gu yun's delighted and also a little horrified by the remark because he is most certainly not the nation as a whole! who is he, the emperor! this is a filial piety joke, is what this is, extremely inappropriate and therefore hilarious. ]
Now that's going to go straight to my head. [ wheeze. ] If you call out the name of my nation in the middle of it, I'll lose my will to go on, I swear.
[ ahhhh. fondness and good humor are still all over his face when all that's said and done, shaking his head, but gu yun's leaning over to steal a kiss, reaching up to put his chilly fingers at the back of his neck and knead there, gentle. ]
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maybe gu yun had only intended gentle, but molly quickly closes any semblance of distance quickly. eating around the jelly part in the middle is over? pulling him in closer by the waist, insistent.]
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his hand tightens on the back of his neck and the other comes up to gnarl into his curls, more than eager to just make out with molly right here in the front room of the studio. the loft is way, way too far away right now?
when he does finally have to pull away, it's with a nip to his bottom lip and a glance upwards through his lashes, dark eyed and pleased, cheeks a little pink under that red mole. ]
Think if we keep this up on the door, we'll just keep Law out? [ smooch. ] Don't feel like taking out my phone.
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As he pulls away, molly will move his hands from gu yun's waist to hold his face instead, a thumb running over that cinnabar mark. he's flushed himself - though that mostly just means a tinge more red to the lavender, darkening the skin a bit.]
Hm? What's he going to see that he hasn't before? Isn't he supposed to be a doctor?
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[ looks at one piece. who knows.
anyway! that color is very fetching, actually. he zeroes in on it, idly wonders how his tattoos might just stand out even brighter if he could get him to flush even lower. what a nice thought that is. sucks for law if he hasn't gotten to see molly naked! its a treat, he's a beauty.
anyway, the latent and released monsterfuckerness aside, he tilts his head into the hand on his cheek, eyes closing. ] I just don't particularly want to be interrupted. Someone's given me an entire evening of his time, and I plan to be very thorough.
[ gu yun finally releases his hands from his hair and finds the very, very open front of molly's shirt instead, chilly fingers curling in the fabric and against skin; he opens an eye to actually look at molly properly after a beat, mouth curling up in that wicked little smile again, like he's suddenly gotten an idea. ] Though, I suppose if one's going to eat a meal - [ hands traveling downwards... ] - politeness dictates it ought to be at the table.
[ and that's punctuated with a very purposeful lick of his lips. ]
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molly isn't exactly easily flustered - but the combination of the cold fingers at his skin, the wicked little smile,
that particular turn of phrase. a lot! a lot for one little tiefling. he laughs but it's breathless enough for gu yun to pick up that he might have won a contest of wills here. a little revenge on the dragon emperor. he shifts, not uncomfortably, just to hide maybe the way something just shocked up his spine, and the flush gets a little deeper. the tail lashes around his ankles. ]
... I'm getting my phone out now.
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anyway. gu yun is absolutely cognizant of his victory, and looks all the more delighted for it. give a man with unshakable confidence some experience in the thing he knows nothing about, and watch him become a complete and utter menace in a matter of weeks. this latent ho potential was sort of impressive.
his grin just grows, to that, delighted. ] An excellent idea. [ he should probably do the same and like, translate, so, he at least digs out his from his pocket, a halfassed motion that is abandoned in favor of planting nips and kisses at molly's jaw while he's trying to concentrate, like an asshole.
and lo, after sexiling law (again) (in the groupchat), it's time for a hearty meal. 🎶 ijusthadsex.mp3 ]
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... Don't tell Law about the table, he might kill us.
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No wonder Pride likes him best. [ lol
can you blame him, though, they're menaces. ] I'll clean it up before he's back. [ probably. right now, he's pretty content not to move, drifting through a blissful evening. ] You alright?
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I'm so-so. Middle of the road. [waggling their hands together in one of those back and forth motions.] Eh?
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I feel like I should be insulted. [ clearly he does not feel insulted, nor is he serious about this remark, nor does he have any issue with molly taking his hand. his fingers aren't as cold as usual, though some of the heat from their various activities of the evening is starting to fade, and gu yun lazily lets their hands move back and forth, like a big, contented cat. it's nice to have his hand back. ] Then again, I'll take your performance reviews as it was in progress as a sign that you're full of it.
[ fufu. ]
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Should be obvious by now that I'm full of it, Marquis.
[grinning, like he thinks he's very, very cute and clever for that.]
... I really am about to starve though so I'm going to get up.
[he does get up.]
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with a yawn and a stretch, gu yun moves to sit up. he pats around for a moment, lazily - his nightstand is charred black at the top, for some reason, and there's a steam lamp on top of it - and eventually comes up with a ribbon. that said and done, he pulls his hair over his shoulder in a low ponytail and starts to get up as he's tying it into place. ]
We really should have just brought the food up in the first place. [ are you gonna walk bare ass around his apartment, molly? gu yun is not, which is terribly boring, and he comes over to join him as he's half pulling on his outer robe and tying it loosely around his waist. ]
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Actually, now that he's upright, he'll try and just push him back onto the bed?]
Just stay here? I'm going to go get it. I can handle a walk to the kitchen myself.
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but, he waves a hand from where he's laying after, a nonverbal 'go ahead'. ] Bring something delicious, I could use a snack.
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then just pecks him on the forehead and stumbles off. he's going a little gingerly down the stairs but it doesn't seem to bother him too much. absolutely bare ass out, he does not give a single fuck about that. if gu yun pays attention to his tattoos, there's a new one on his leg - just a simple stick n' poke of a red rose.
he'd doing his best to hurry because he's realized that he's friggin' cold and bringing back a few of the to-go boxes, dumping them on the bedside table and then yeeting himself back into the bed.]
There. That'll be 1000 gold for the delivery and whatever you'd like for the tip.
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[ this is 100% true, actually. the marquis salary is pretty hefty, but gu yun doesn't keep much of it for himself. a pragmatist to his core, unlike his sometimes flashy outward personality - he likes beautiful things, and being particularly beautiful, but when it comes to his living, he's nearly spartan about it.
as he comes back in, gu yun makes grabbies for the nearest box. ] Suppose we'll have to barter.
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