That’s the thing you’ll believe about me? Assholes, both of you. Suppose you’ll never know either way then when you weren’t brave enough to try and call me on it.
[Hi just going to plonk his head down (like, the back of his head. he’s careful not to impale people even when drunk) on Gu Yun’s lap, and his feet on Yuri’s.]
just kidding. molly's considerate! gu yun makes a noise when his lap is invaded, but doesn't seem to mind it too much, clever fingers brushing against the jewelry on his horns before his hand settles on the top of molly's head.
his fingers are like, corpse levels of cold. i apologize. ]
they are at least current Be-booted so it’s not so bad, probably. Lightly thwacking Yuri with his tail too, for funsies, looking terribly smug that his clever plan to have his hair played with has come to Fruition. Molly himself is . . . surprisingly cold, so he doesn’t seem to notice corpse fingers.]
[ hairpets, then! molly your hair's very soft. this is a bit more affection than he's usually prone to, but the alcohol helps loosen some of those inhibitions, so, he runs his fingers through molly's hair idly, giving a little tug to that smug look.
gu yun's opening his mouth to say something incredibly clever, because you know, of course he is, when he is interrupted, because a pack of fruit snacks plonks him right on the head, bounces off, and lands on molly. ]
A platter may have knocked us unconscious, so I guess this is an improvement. What is this. [ why is everything in the future so... gummy ]
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Hmm.
[ molly your reading.... ]
That's not the weirdest thing I've heard today, you know. I'd believe it.
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Didn't your profile say you were two? If so, you're very eloquent. True.
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[god!!!!!!]
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[ he's sliding down the sofa a bit now. sharpie in one hand, unconsumed jello shot in the other. he has forgotten the turn order. ]
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If we're assholes, what does that make you?
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A liar and a louse.
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What are we all, if not some definition of that?
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[ gu yun is dea - no
just kidding. molly's considerate! gu yun makes a noise when his lap is invaded, but doesn't seem to mind it too much, clever fingers brushing against the jewelry on his horns before his hand settles on the top of molly's head.
his fingers are like, corpse levels of cold. i apologize. ]
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they are at least current Be-booted so it’s not so bad, probably. Lightly thwacking Yuri with his tail too, for funsies, looking terribly smug that his clever plan to have his hair played with has come to Fruition. Molly himself is . . . surprisingly cold, so he doesn’t seem to notice corpse fingers.]
Now if only one if you had a plate of fruit.
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What are you, Sloth? You can get your own fruit platter. [ ...
... there's a pause, a blissful moment of tipsy silence.
and then countless fruit gummies start raining from the sky. ]
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gu yun's opening his mouth to say something incredibly clever, because you know, of course he is, when he is interrupted, because a pack of fruit snacks plonks him right on the head, bounces off, and lands on molly. ]
A platter may have knocked us unconscious, so I guess this is an improvement. What is this. [ why is everything in the future so... gummy ]