[He knows that was more of a Flirtatious Question than an Actual One but also what the fuck. Anyway, right now, a boy is saying he likes him and his gently kissing his jaw and it’s been a very long and horrible week of being sort-of-dead, so his braincell is frantically scrambling to keep up.]
. . . This is sounding involved. Go ahead and text me.
[They can really just take the stairs. . .
Anyway, while Molly goes off and does. . . whatever it is he's planning to do, I guess Caleb will take his sweet time, go take a shower, get dressed, wander out towards the dorms? Pick up a couple condoms?
Little does he know the havoc being caused because he thought they were only sexiling Malik????]
[It's a LONG few minutes while Molly just scampers off and goes to get himself in big ol' trouble with Rita and Maya but you know what? Totally worth it. Totally worth it.
Eventually one of the windows on Spring dorm opens and Molly sticks his head out.]
[Looking so, so pleased by this? The monk stuff is actually weird, a bit, but also very helpful? Just letting him in and immediately pulling him over.]
[I suppose I will just elegantly fade-to-black us but just in case someone comes along later and reads this yes despite all the lies and weaseling around they absolutely fuck on the stolen bed SORRY]
[Yeah sorry Maya, sorry Rita, they do fuck. And then later when Rita comes knocking he will polymorph into a bird and fly out the window but for now we're doing some cute pillow talk.]
. . . Oh. I suppose I should have asked you whether you knew anything useful related to whether we will all die here.
[He's laughing a little at how he just jumped his bones instead of doing that.]
[Cute. Petting his hair just a little. He doesn't feel any urgency, more just amusement at his lack of urgency. He's just happy, and that is quite the novelty.]
[He does take his sweet time with it, mostly just focused on relaxing and enjoying having his hair pet and how everything feels very good and very alive and very warm right now? It's nice with the window open and it's all ... springtime in here.
But after a second of actually trying to think, his expression starts to get a little distant - sitting up slightly to pull at the piercing in his lip.]
I thought I was ... try asking something specific?
No, not with her. She was fine, we were all speaking to her. There was ...
[He thinks on it more, but the confusion seems to come back as he tries to grasp it. Like holding on a slippery fish and then he scrambles and drops it.
[He does relax again at that, putting his head back down, just watching Caleb's face for a bit.]
I ... we had a discussion, about who wanted to even go back. If we had any choice about it. More than a few did, but-- [He really wanted it to be himself. Selfish.]
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[He knows that was more of a Flirtatious Question than an Actual One but also what the fuck. Anyway, right now, a boy is saying he likes him and his gently kissing his jaw and it’s been a very long and horrible week of being sort-of-dead, so his braincell is frantically scrambling to keep up.]
Didn’t look too crowded downstairs.
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It is so crowded downstairs.
[There are six people in his suite, Molly. And the other option is the suite for only two people but one of them is Beauregard.]
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It is so crowded in there.
[don't sound so entertained by this.]
Spring's not so cramped? Just Malik in my room and he can go find somewhere else for a few hours. Supposed to be in class anyway.
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[Also, please post to Spring yet again that wow, Frumpkin is visiting again!]
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Molly just grabs him by the face, pulls him in to kiss him fully and then pushes him back.]
You got it.
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. . . I will meet you there, then?
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Yeah, yeah, take your time, I'll give you a signal. Or text you. That's also a thing I could do.
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[They can really just take the stairs. . .
Anyway, while Molly goes off and does. . . whatever it is he's planning to do, I guess Caleb will take his sweet time, go take a shower, get dressed, wander out towards the dorms? Pick up a couple condoms?
Little does he know the havoc being caused because he thought they were only sexiling Malik????]
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Eventually one of the windows on Spring dorm opens and Molly sticks his head out.]
Psst!
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. . . Hello.
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Hi.
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. . . Oh. I suppose I should have asked you whether you knew anything useful related to whether we will all die here.
[He's laughing a little at how he just jumped his bones instead of doing that.]
You don't have to answer, though.
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Probably.
[He thinks, though, but not very hard.]
I don't know. Give me a minute.
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[Cute. Petting his hair just a little. He doesn't feel any urgency, more just amusement at his lack of urgency. He's just happy, and that is quite the novelty.]
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But after a second of actually trying to think, his expression starts to get a little distant - sitting up slightly to pull at the piercing in his lip.]
I thought I was ... try asking something specific?
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Let's start with something more simple. Was everyone there?
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Yeah-- Yes. Everyone was there. Even Catra and Adora and Byleth-- [He makes a bit of a face? Weird.] showed up the night before I woke up back here.
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[He thinks on it more, but the confusion seems to come back as he tries to grasp it. Like holding on a slippery fish and then he scrambles and drops it.
He's sort of mouthing a word now.
Empty.]
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[He's worried now. Just waiting for it to pass with a frown.]
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I, um. Can't think of anything.
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[Petting his hair again, a kiss to the base of his horn.]
I think the point here was to have you with us, not to grill you. That was the other prize.
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[He does relax again at that, putting his head back down, just watching Caleb's face for a bit.]
I ... we had a discussion, about who wanted to even go back. If we had any choice about it. More than a few did, but-- [He really wanted it to be himself. Selfish.]
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