006 ✽ Get Down

[giglio_madonna]

Who: As many people in Virgo HQ as Luce can grab
What: The best way to get to know new people is over breakfast, didn't you know?
When: A nice cheery morning a vague time in January after everyone's newbies have met their band
Where: The Flower Over Bones penthouse
Warnings: None planned! Feel free to treat this as a mingle log

The first month Luce arrived at Virgo HQ, she didn't waste any time before establishing some sort of lunch everyone could get together at. As January drags on, it's something she finds herself thinking about as new faces fill up the gaps where she had known others.

It's part of the reasons why, one early morning, she can be found bustling to all the other band penthouses to deliver a simple invitation she makes sure everyone gets to hear: a breakfast taking place in the FoB house for all Virgo musicians.

FoB penthouse looks like a lot of the other bands, with some clutter here and there that fits its inhabitants including a small dartboard with various articles about the members pinned there with shuriken. The television is playing what seems to be an early day sci-fi movie marathon and there's already a pretty impressive spread of pancakes, waffles, french toast, and various cut up fruit for people to dig into.

Comments

[exhumerus]

If Bill thinks Sans is the kind of person that is going to do anything about someone stealing his food, he should prepare to be disappointed. Sans just watches him do it, grinning in acceptance of that series of jokes. In some ways, Bill really does understand him.

"Eh, someone's gotta do it. Not everyone can be have this much oral expertise."

In a way, he is absolutely using them to smuggle something.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Bill frowns. Ugh, he should have known better than to think he could goad Sans into anything. Out of spite, he makes sure to eat the pilfered forkful right in front of him.

"You're the last true mouthpiece of our generation."

Well, if Sans isn't going to stop him, Bill is just going to keep doing it! Maybe persistence is what it takes? Eh. Regardless, the blonde continues to unabashedly stare down the arm equipment, if only to make it clear he won't drop the subject easily.

"Soooooo, how is it you know our esteemed host and chef to-be at this little gathering?"

You know what he wants, darn it. Just spill already!

[exhumerus]

Sans just keeps sitting there, watching Bill eat his food. That's fine, really. You just keep enjoying yourself, buddy.

"She showed me to the bathroom after I pissed myself," he drawls, saying something gross in such a blase way that it constitutes a distraction. "Oh, and she made me special brownies once. Makes a pretty good impression."

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"Hehe, I'll say! I broke into her band's trailer to steal their booze!"

Because breaking and entering is a surefire way to begin all friendships.

"In the end we shared it and discussed how to manipulate the masses and the follies of mankind."

Admittedly, Bill did most of the talking, but Luce certainly never stopped paying attention-- that counted for more than something.

"That gal stirs a mean absinthe. Not half bad at coding either."

He takes a moment to fish out the Solstice card she made him out of scrambling words. It's no junior jumble, that's for sure! ...But can Sans pick it up to look over with his hands as they are?

[exhumerus]

Bill you fucking weirdo he can see you staring. It's not subtle. Sans just looks at him, eyebrows subtly raised. He tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets.

"Cool," he says, glancing at the jumble of letters. "Seems like a lot of effort."

It's said with the clear implication that it's not something Sans would be into, but he guesses it's fine if that's your thing.

I can change if this doesn't work

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"It was."

Bill huffs, haughtily, tucking it back into his coat. It takes a tremendous amount of self control to hide his disappointment at Sans completely concealing his upper limbs, but unlike the intentionally obvious staring, he sucks it up fairly well... For a couple seconds.

"Getting cold?"

Fine, if you won't show him your hands, he guesses you don't need to use them. Your loss, Sans! Bill reaches for his bandmate's hood in an attempt to pull it up and yank it over his head, planning to drag it a hair too far down for the other to properly see.

"Here-"

Let's see Sans not need his hands for this!

[exhumerus]

Bill...Bill. Bill, please.

Sans doesn't even know what the guy is trying to accomplish until suddenly his hood is over his face for no particular reason? He blinks, the gesture concealed by the sudden shade he's found thrown over him. Alright then. Cool. He can work with this.

"Hey, thanks bud. Been trying to sleep all morning, but it just wasn't working for some reason."

He leans back in his chair, hands still in his pockets, and decides to go to sleep.

goddamn it Sans

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

The look Bill shoots Sans, who now can't see him is positively venomous. You are going to have nightmares, all the nightmares, Sans! He throws a silent fit over it before leaning back unhappily in his own chair to match.

Fine. FINE. Keep your stupid secrets! He doesn't need them!! It's not like he is an all powerful creature of the mind who is supposed to know all the secrets of the Universe anyway. With a very loud sigh, Bill scoops up some food with Sans' own fork instead of his own and holds it in front of resting man. Whether Sans will tell him why or not, it.. probably isn't easy using those bulky things. FINE. You WIN. HAPPY? Just-!! Eat your stupid food you stubborn loser.