AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

Comments

[evocationary]

Yeah, I think so? I don't know, it's like that sort of thing where you're introduced to someone as something and that's just, like, them. Like when you tell your relatives you like owls once and then all the following Candlenights for twenty years are owl-adjacent.

Plus, you've got all the good and bad traits of a wolf, which I friggin' swear, that's a compliment, okay, just take it as a compliment.

[retellers]

[ ....... he can't relate to the first part so he will not acknowledge it, but; ] The good and bad traits of a wolf? [ in a "that's a thing" tone ]

[evocationary]

Yeah. Like, metaphors.

[ that doesn't explain anything ]

[retellers]

Metaphors. [ ??????? ]

[evocationary]

[ ... ]

Anyway. [ she stretches out on the cot, and then winces. ] You haven't tried to call me static noises, so I won't try to call you whatever it is you can't hear.

[retellers]

[ AMERILUP EXPLAIN. but he just sighs and stares at her wince ] We've got painkillers, you know.

[evocationary]

I know, but I ran out this morning and I haven't gone back to get more. [ is he like, laying on the cot or sitting up on it ]

I also got a bottle of vodka from Bucky and I sort of wanted to drink it.

[retellers]

[ sitting he is not that cuddly. ] ... Ah, yeah. Gave him that one.

[evocationary]

[ >:( let her cuddle ]

I figured. I drank the one you gave me already. [ ... ] He also, uh, had a bowl of whiskey but I'm not that desperate.

[retellers]

... A ... bowl? [ this is why wolf doesn't look at you guys ]

[evocationary]

[ valid ]

Yeah! A mixing bowl! Who does that!

[retellers]

That guy ... is so weird.

[evocationary]

[ huff.

and then she just goes ahead and tugs a bit at his wrist. also, her hand is really cold, sorry about it. ] You can lay down too, I'm not going to bite you.

[retellers]

[ he twitches a little but it's less at the contact and entirely at the cold. what the fuck, lup. ] ... Wouldn't be so sure of that. [ he looks warily. at the cot. ] ... Cot's not that big. [ //// ]

[evocationary]

[ she has no circulation okay it's hard to stay warm when you're like, schrodinger's dead ]

There's more than enough room for both of us. [ eyeroll. ]

[retellers]

[ he's not!! a cuddler!! lup!!! but after mucho hesitation, he does awkwardly lie down next to her. or. try to. he might not be tall but he's not a twink either. he is very stiff trying not to be in her space. it's hilarious. ] ... I don't think... this'll work.

[evocationary]

[ too bad she is now in his space

she nudges him with a bit of a laugh, and then shifts with a pained sort of grunt so she can rest her head on his shoulder. ]

Shush. It works fine.

[retellers]

[ he is so stiff. the stiffest. corpse stiff. ] Don't... hurt yourself. [ this is terrible. ]

[evocationary]

[ CLOUD STRIFE YOU USELESS TWUNK ]

Oh my god, I'm not going to give you cooties, relax.

[retellers]

That's not why I... [ this is killing him entirely? he hates this. he wishes he was dead. ]

[evocationary]

[ a pause, and then, a little more gently: ] You don't have to lay here if it makes you uncomfortable, my dude.

[retellers]

I'm not... [ a little defensively, because how dare you imply he is not Strong at all times, but he just. sighs. ] It's. Intimate. And it's weird. [ it secretly is about cooties ]

[evocationary]

It's not weird.

But I'm not about forcing you to do stuff you don't want to do, so like - if you don't wanna be here, don't be. I'm not gonna get offended.

[retellers]

... It's a little weird. [ :T ] I know you like it. Touching, or whatever. Just. I. Don't do a lot of it. [ this is not a shock to anyone, wolf. ]

[evocationary]

I was stuck in an umbrella without any solid form for ten years, Wolf, I like touching things just to touch them. Sue me.

[ she doesn't sound offended though. ] You not doing a lot of it doesn't tell me if you like it or not, though.