[grinning right back at him, already starting to lean down to start undoing the 1200 laces on his boots (why does he simply not just wear more easily removed shoes to trial? the world may never know) when he's grabbed - quickly distracted from anything else by that, arms going around that slim waist and pulling him closer, claws tight at the back of his robe.]
[ this is why they kept the boots on, actually, because it was annoying
this is so different from earlier in the week, in ways that aren't easily explained. it's just. it feels lighter. stupider, definitely, but maybe that's the point. fuck these stupid boots, actually, right now gu yun doesn't care - for the moment, he just tightens his grip on his shirt and holds molly there, then draws his hands up and wraps them around his shoulders, instead. forget about the trial, forget about the week to come, forget about the medicine. for just a little while, someone who never stops thinking just wants to stop, attention laser focused on molly, instead. normally, he might drop down and offer to help with those boots (because that's the reason you get on your knees in front of someone, sure) but right now, that feels too far away.
eventually, muffled, against his mouth - a little louder than it should be, really, because he can't police his volume hardly at all: ] Upstairs. [ if they can even make it that far. 🔔🔔 ]
[ we love you pride (?) this is what happens when you have two stupid boys left for your team
anyway. that whole no thoughts thing? yeah. really feeling that right now. if his vision and sight are any worse than they were several (and i mean several) hours ago he's sure as fuck not paying attention to it, half tucked against molly's side in bed, eyes closed, for once feeling rather boneless. (heh)
lazily, from where he's settled, like a contented cat. ] Well. I heard you. [ so there's that ]
[an equally contented cat, tail wrapped around one of gu yun's ankles as always, nails drawing nonsense patterns on whatever skin he can easily reach. he huffs a laugh at that, grinning broadly.]
I stand by everything I said, even though I don't remember most of it.
[ even after all of that, the gentle, lazy stroke of molly's clawed nails gives him goosebumps. the benefit of his senses being out, really, is that everything feels so much. the comment gets a laugh, soft and a little sleepy.
... it reminds him of something, though, so. he scoots a bit closer to molly, turning his head so it'll be a little easier to hear. ]
...I think I have an idea, for how to deal with the next week, in terms of communicating. I'll need your help with it, though. Actually - with a couple of things.
[ tch ] I'd prefer purple or blue, but, beggars can't be choosers.
It's alright, it doesn't have to be now. I thought perhaps I might do something about this, first. [ reaching a hand up from wherever he's flopped over, he taps gently under his own eye, where his red mole is now barely there, a faint pink. ] Yuri noticed it was fading, the other day. I told him it was cosmetic, and I put it on to enhance my features, and just forgot, but I'd rather not deal with anyone noticing.
Secondly... I am thinking perhaps of creating a symbol to use as guidance, for the next week. I don't care what it is, but I need to know what it looks like. Something with enough parts that it could be used to communicate. On my palm, perhaps, or on my back - somewhere where it wouldn't be suspicious for a hand to lay.
Say for example, a flower of some sort. Touch the stem of the flower to bring my voice down to a more conversational level. Touch a leaf on the left side, to look left. So on and so forth.
[ a beat. he sniffs. ] And it couldn't be something I thought ugly, either, because I would have to live with it forever whether I get my medicine or not.
[Just gotta talk to despair or greed for ink then. molly reaches to touch the mole, pressing a nail in lightly.]
That . . . we can stain it with ink. Or makeup. No needles to the face. As for the other one, I can work something up for you, Flower of the Northwest, if you like. I'll tell you that your palm will hurt like all nine hells though.
[ that's fine. he tips his chin up to let him, then to the side, to show his ear, where the same mark is lessened. ]
Do you think that'll bother me? I've been blown up more times than fireworks at New Years. Pain is no issue.
[ his pain tolerance is. insane. ] But, that's alright. [ teasingly, he reaches out to poke molly in the nearest tattoo. ] I'm trusting your sense of aesthetic, yes? Please understand this is a big deal.
[ there's a hint of a tease to that, but. there's a lot of truth in it, too. he likes quite a few things about molly, aesthetic only one of them. his hand lingers, settling against the tattoo's placement, instead, palm flattening. and then, a bit dryly, against this rather tender motion; ] I'm also aware of the temptation to draw phallic parts on people's body, though, so.
Oh, did I admit that? I forgot, honestly. Thought you had just seen it yourself.
[poked, letting his head loll back a bit as he pretends its the strongest poke in the world.]
I'll try very hard to resist the urge, but it might overtake me. Just tell you its a beautiful flower and you'll press the correct ball to turn in the direction you want.
[ he's like going to scoot into that space, actually, to smush his cold nose into the column of his neck as vengeance (?) but molly goes and says that, and he tilts his head to give him such a Look ]
I will never forgive you. [ DON'T YOU DARE HE'S PRETTY ]
[ it's... a little sobering, to think of it that way. for a while, the idea had moved to the back of gu yun's mind, distracted by the simple glee of a night like this, but, it's brought to the forefront again here. he lets molly pull him in close again, tucking close against him like it's easy. ]
...Few more hours. How should we spend it, then, oh wise Dragon Emperor? We've been rather busy.
[ he tilts his head up for a moment, just. looking at molly, taking in his features while he still can. ] Suppose you can add that you've fucked a blind and a deaf man onto your list.
[He isn't normally opposed to be looked at, he loves being looked at, but he can tell there's something searching in the gaze and he suddenly looks a bit shy, which is a weird expression on him of all people. fidgeting with the piercing in his septum and moving to lay back down.]
... Harrow asked me a funny question the other day.
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this is so different from earlier in the week, in ways that aren't easily explained. it's just. it feels lighter. stupider, definitely, but maybe that's the point. fuck these stupid boots, actually, right now gu yun doesn't care - for the moment, he just tightens his grip on his shirt and holds molly there, then draws his hands up and wraps them around his shoulders, instead. forget about the trial, forget about the week to come, forget about the medicine. for just a little while, someone who never stops thinking just wants to stop, attention laser focused on molly, instead. normally, he might drop down and offer to help with those boots (because that's the reason you get on your knees in front of someone, sure) but right now, that feels too far away.
eventually, muffled, against his mouth - a little louder than it should be, really, because he can't police his volume hardly at all: ] Upstairs. [ if they can even make it that far. 🔔🔔 ]
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and probably after a bit
🔔🔔
pride is getting no sleep tonight, despite all his efforts to regrow his head probably]
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anyway. that whole no thoughts thing? yeah. really feeling that right now. if his vision and sight are any worse than they were several (and i mean several) hours ago he's sure as fuck not paying attention to it, half tucked against molly's side in bed, eyes closed, for once feeling rather boneless. (heh)
lazily, from where he's settled, like a contented cat. ] Well. I heard you. [ so there's that ]
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I stand by everything I said, even though I don't remember most of it.
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... it reminds him of something, though, so. he scoots a bit closer to molly, turning his head so it'll be a little easier to hear. ]
...I think I have an idea, for how to deal with the next week, in terms of communicating. I'll need your help with it, though. Actually - with a couple of things.
Do you still have tattoo ink?
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It's alright, it doesn't have to be now. I thought perhaps I might do something about this, first. [ reaching a hand up from wherever he's flopped over, he taps gently under his own eye, where his red mole is now barely there, a faint pink. ] Yuri noticed it was fading, the other day. I told him it was cosmetic, and I put it on to enhance my features, and just forgot, but I'd rather not deal with anyone noticing.
Secondly... I am thinking perhaps of creating a symbol to use as guidance, for the next week. I don't care what it is, but I need to know what it looks like. Something with enough parts that it could be used to communicate. On my palm, perhaps, or on my back - somewhere where it wouldn't be suspicious for a hand to lay.
Say for example, a flower of some sort. Touch the stem of the flower to bring my voice down to a more conversational level. Touch a leaf on the left side, to look left. So on and so forth.
[ a beat. he sniffs. ] And it couldn't be something I thought ugly, either, because I would have to live with it forever whether I get my medicine or not.
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[Just gotta talk to despair or greed for ink then. molly reaches to touch the mole, pressing a nail in lightly.]
That . . . we can stain it with ink. Or makeup. No needles to the face. As for the other one, I can work something up for you, Flower of the Northwest, if you like. I'll tell you that your palm will hurt like all nine hells though.
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Do you think that'll bother me? I've been blown up more times than fireworks at New Years. Pain is no issue.
[ his pain tolerance is. insane. ] But, that's alright. [ teasingly, he reaches out to poke molly in the nearest tattoo. ] I'm trusting your sense of aesthetic, yes? Please understand this is a big deal.
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[Just a warning! It isn't as if Molly doesn't have tattoos on his face or hands either. He huffs when he's poked, shifting a bit.]
You like my aesthetic. How could I possibly disappoint?
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[ there's a hint of a tease to that, but. there's a lot of truth in it, too. he likes quite a few things about molly, aesthetic only one of them. his hand lingers, settling against the tattoo's placement, instead, palm flattening. and then, a bit dryly, against this rather tender motion; ] I'm also aware of the temptation to draw phallic parts on people's body, though, so.
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You gossip about me? Seems rude.
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[ (x) doubt ]
Besides, you were the one that told me about that. [ reaching up to poke him gently on the forehead. ] With Wrath's tattoo.
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[poked, letting his head loll back a bit as he pretends its the strongest poke in the world.]
I'll try very hard to resist the urge, but it might overtake me. Just tell you its a beautiful flower and you'll press the correct ball to turn in the direction you want.
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I will never forgive you. [ DON'T YOU DARE HE'S PRETTY ]
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You would.
[Smug!!!!!!!!!]
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starts to roll away like he's leaving ]
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rolls back over. reaches up. honks his nose. ]
This is my room. [ :T
he's clearly not actually that bothered but he will murder you if you put a dick on him deadass ]
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A few more hours of my wonderful voice and this is how you want to spend it? Yelling at me about dick tattoos that haven't happened?
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[ it's... a little sobering, to think of it that way. for a while, the idea had moved to the back of gu yun's mind, distracted by the simple glee of a night like this, but, it's brought to the forefront again here. he lets molly pull him in close again, tucking close against him like it's easy. ]
...Few more hours. How should we spend it, then, oh wise Dragon Emperor? We've been rather busy.
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Isn't as if we can't be busy next week. Won't stop me if you're still up for it.
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[ he tilts his head up for a moment, just. looking at molly, taking in his features while he still can. ] Suppose you can add that you've fucked a blind and a deaf man onto your list.
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[He isn't normally opposed to be looked at, he loves being looked at, but he can tell there's something searching in the gaze and he suddenly looks a bit shy, which is a weird expression on him of all people. fidgeting with the piercing in his septum and moving to lay back down.]
... Harrow asked me a funny question the other day.
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