Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out Of Me etc. etc.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Characters passing by the bulletin board may notice a new message tacked to it!]

Drinking party at the bar at 8pm. Under 21 only. Adults will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Fun and games included, party hats optional. Don’t be late!

[Sure enough, there’s a gathering of teens (and maybe some not-so-teens?) to be found in the bar! While the posting mentions this is a teen only event, adults are in fact allowed as long as they are cool. OOCLY please be aware there are going to be teens drinking alcohol and possibly smoking! Also additionally, please let the teens/players have fun; again, adults are allowed but only if they’re cool enough to play along without snitching them out!

All party game top levels are going to be made under Ahito’s account but please assume ICly that Akira instigated/explained them! Once the game toplevels are up you can also post your own toplevels to mingle freely if you like IDK IT’S A PARTY HAVE FUN]

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[mirristry]

[Silent, he lets Day turn him back around, though he keeps his gaze averted (surely Day's face will be as gentle as ever even as he turns Phil down and he can't bear to see that kindness right now) as he awaits what he thinks is the inevitable rejection.

... except the rejection never comes, and that's enough to get his head to snap up to stare straight at Day, still-teary eyes wide with shock.]

You... what?

[He can't have heard that right. He couldn't possibly have heard that right, because that would mean...]

[leewards]

Thou wouldst reward me for being a layabout? [Ithaqua places his chin on Urianger's shoulder. Perhaps he could just lay about the man's bed forever, then.]

Thy offer is too tempting, what would ever happen to me if mine hands cannot accomplish what my mind has conjured?

[mirristry]

[He doesn't meet Day's eyes, just pulls his own hand away from that touch to clench it into a fist in his lap. If Day looks closely, he'll see that Phil's hands are shaking.]

... I'm all right.

[There's something sharp underlying those words, such a painfully obvious lie that he really doesn't know why he's even trying to tell it in the first place. But if nothing else, it should hopefully signal that this isn't a subject he wants to discuss right now, not when everyone's eyes are on him like this.]

[dyingtohealyou]

What's the most embarrassing moment you've had here?

[dyingtohealyou]

...

It wasn't easy. But... a lot of time helped.

[dyingtohealyou]

I'll remember that for next time, but hopefully it isn't necessary.

[lustro]

I see... but - [ And he sounds firm when he says: ] It's not what you think. He's not trying to improve our relationship like that - and I'm not miserable with it either.

[ Being loved doesn't erase all the things he hates about himself, especially in a two month period. ]

I know him and I love him more than anything and I will make him happier than anyone. Thank you, though, for your input.

[lustro]

[ Ughhhhhh. ]

They're all equally embarrassing. Can you - narrow it... a little...?

[lighthaus]

Yeah. Why?

[fellheart]

Don't take it particularly personally. You're hardly the only one to run afoul of any impatience I might have, and I'm well aware my temper is mercurial.

[ it ebbs and flows, comes and passes just as quickly. it's brandished in not a dissimilar way to solomon's own foibles, a measured distance kept from the world around them. a flare here, quieter flickers there.

but his judgments are not so unsteady a thing. ]

My opinion of you is not based on something so fickle as my patience or the lack thereof.

... And, I suppose, in response to your question: I would like to think that we weren't made to be alone.

[ whatever the truth of that may actually be for 'we' as a general collective, anyway. solomon only rephrases something robin's said to him in the past, after all, but robin's smile doesn't reach his eyes at this point. ]

[lighthaus]

[ he has no idea how to address this, so he just chooses to go with his instincts. ]

Things worked out how they were supposed to, for the both of us. [ which both? yes. ]

[leewards]

[Ithaqua shakes his head. These two are unbelievable. He releases Ginger's cheek then gives him a flick on the forehead.]

Then stop bristling at me and get yourself together. I haven't the faintest why you're wallowing but ugh.

You have been together for this long and you still act as if you don't know how to fix it.

[impacter]

Mm, I'll consider it. [It's not flippantly said, about the closest thing to a serious response he can choose to give for Robin's own self-awareness.

As far as his view on Solomon?]

I'd be disappointed if it was. You seem too broad with your thinking to resort to that out of anything but pettiness, perhaps. But it doesn't match what I've seen of you so far.

[He can see how that smile travels, a statement of body language without mirth, without firm connection - just empty enough to be polite and only polite. He's worn such a smile before, and knows it's not always an invitation to be challenged.]

Mn. I'd also like to think that much. But circumstance and consequences, choice and fate, whether our own or from others... they lead us as they will sometimes.

Loneliness is a rather large enemy to conquer the longer life goes on, isn't it?

[troublereduction]

[ And indeed, Day's gaze is as gentle as ever as he confesses (for the third time in his life, and for the second time actually hopeful): ]

I love you, Phil. And I wanna stay with you, for as long as you'll have me. [ As if to say Phil has the option of letting go of his hand, if he ever needs to. One concession to the reality of their situation. ]

[shortleash]

( Mika, preoccupied doing whatever Mikas are doing (getting embarrassed doing truth or dare), locks eyes with Ginger easy - his instinct whenever he sees him - but what he doesn't expect is for him to start singing to him??? hello ????

It's not hard to guess this is a dare - he can ever so vaguely hear how nervous Ginger is, when he hones his senses on Ginger alone through the crowd - but the song itself— is sweet; the feelings convey through Ginger's voice, even without Mika's window in. Mika's self conscious, with there being a crowd about them, with them being in public, but - it's sweet, it's sweet, and Mika can't help but adore anything Ginger gifts him.

Mika definitely gets stuck gazing at him, unsure at first how he should - wants to - respond, but flustered adoration returned in his gaze.

Eventually, Ginger does turn back, and that seems to be that - but he will find the strange feeling of something in his palm - should he look down, he'll find a small rose in his palm, one of the ones they've been raising together - its petals closed, but unfurling, open-hearted, beneath Ginger's gaze. )

[impacter]

[Wow the alcohol sure is getting everybody feeling vulnerable and all full of googoo eyes at each other!!!!!!!!!!

anyway congrats boys, love wins as usual.]

[mirristry]

[It's probably a very fortunate thing that Day is already aware of Phil's propensity for bursting into tears over minor things or else his reaction might be that much more alarming.

Phil opens his mouth like he's trying to say something, only no words come out, just a soft sound that gives way to a hitched sob as the dam finally bursts for real. The tears now aren't quiet, but they also aren't distressed, merely the product of being emotionally overwhelmed. Because, much like no one had ever told Phil he was pretty before, no one has ever said they love him before, either.

Embarrassed, he brings his hands up to try to cover his face as though that will somehow be able to hide the fact that he's crying.]

[lustro]

Just time?

[ A hundred plus years wasn't enough for Ginger. ]

[lustro]

After coming here covered in blood? And then, pushing yourself so hard? You deserve one.

[ Whatever Day decides, as long as he's taking care of himself in some way, Ginger will be happy for him. ]

I'm going wherever Mika goes, so... we'll stay here if we're able. Though, we're a little different from everyone else - in that. Um. We have a lot of time.

[ When you're immortal and all the people you know are immortal, so a "see you later" can really be at any point. ]

[lustro]

[ LOVE ENDURES ]

[shortleash]

( ... )

... Wouldn't he love that, too?

( Said, as if it were a given. )

[leewards]

[Ithaqua points at Urianger, as if to say "ask him".]

That, I shan't be asking him.

[lustro]

[ Ack! Clapping a hand over his forehead. ]

'm not bristling... I meant it when I said thanks...

Is one month a long time?

[troublereduction]

[ Day is glad, for not the first time and probably not the last, that he's been schooled in not letting hurt show. Because it's understandable, really. He accidentally put this fine kettle of fish in front of everyone.

His gaze is downcast, still. ]

...Alright. [ Later. He'll make up for this later. ]

[fellheart]

[ for a moment, his smile seems almost brittle— but it passes quickly, and might very well have just been a trick of the light, an odd relief of shadow. ]

Now we're definitely reaching conversational territories most likely best not broached under our current circumstances. If you would actually have a conversation with me, then approach me for one later and ask your questions again.

Perhaps I might think about answering them sincerely.

[ though presumably this conversation is happening before solomon purposely needles at him, so? hm. ]