Locked in a Room

[dishevelment]

Who: Everyone stuck in Pride HQ
What: This load of crap.
When: Nov. 1-5
Where Pride HQ
Warnings: Pg-13 minimum because Carnies. Tag if it gets over that.


Everyone got the same call-- and now we're all stuck in HQ with no hint of release in sight.

The reason? No one knows.

How are you coping?

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[gunslingerqueen]

[It's a shame she isn't sober enough to hear those words and really take them in. He wasn't saying anything she didn't know about herself, but it was nice to hear - to know that someone didn't view her as incapable or in need of such overbearing protection the way Koumei and Garnet could be known for. But as it is she just smiles really big, and her eyes kind of well up with happy tears.] You're the best!

[It's greatly understating what the whole thing meant to her but, eh, he'll get a fruit basket later and that'll have to be enough. And as they make it to her suite's door she stumbles upon putting weight back onto her legs, holding onto him for a few extra seconds even after she can trust herself to stand.]

Or! [She draws the word out a little, looking up at him with nothing short of pure mischief.] Or!!! We could avoid the kiss and you could just come inside. I will wear three layers of clothing, promise.

[Because he can't want anything enough to make it through three layers. That's just too much.] That's so many clothes. So much cloth.

[variaboss]

[ There's only a few people here that Xanxus thinks are incapable and all of them are well below the age of consent. Is she below it...oh well, too late for that. To him, she's totally capable. Anyone that could drink with him (even for a short time) was considered able by his book. Still, her wet wide eyes make him strangely happy. He's okay with that. That look of happiness. He just can't be humble about it. ] Of course I'm the best. I'm Xanxus.

[ He likes that look even more. He's really enjoying her drunk. He just can't enjoy her. ] Oh. Offering me a nightcap, Nariko? Are you sure that's safe. Even with three layers? I could just cut them off of you. But then you'd be mad at me because I ruined your clothing.

[ He makes no move to leave though ] How about I promise I'll sit on my hands and sleep on your couch. How about that.

[gunslingerqueen]

[What an arrogant dick. She loves it, though.

No, there shouldn't be any enjoying, but she also doesn't want to be alone and right now, and while there is a part of her that wants him? That's the consistently horny would-focus-on-almost-anyone part, nothing that really matters. Mostly she just wants to cuddle, and to know someone else is beside her. But he's being very stubborn and she may be drunk but she's not completely stupid right now.]

Okay. The couch, then.

[.... She's totally going to wait till he's asleep and then come out to sleep in the living room. Whether Xanxus can make that out by how cheerfully she responds and the extra dumb grin on her face is mostly up to him and fate.]

[variaboss]

[ He's going to walk into her penthouse then to flop on the couch like he owns it as soon as he's let inside. Honestly, though he's not really a snuggler but he'll totally let her crawl on his lap and snuggle if she wants. He'll even keep his hands to himself mostly. ]

It's a good couch. Me and it are going to be good friends. I can tell. I might not even have a hangover tomorrow. So I guess this is goodnight, Nariko. [ He gives her a small smile. ] Buona notte , bella donna

[gunslingerqueen]

Nah, you're totally gonna be hungover tomorrow! [Which she isn't happy about, really! She just has no control over her tone right now and the closer she gets to her bed the more exhausted she feels. Him and his Italian, he actually gets her to giggle a little bit.]

Goodnight. Just don't fall off it 'cause I can't pick you up. Like, at all. You're a heavy motherfucker.

[And she does go, even if it's a bit depressing at first. Whether she actually sneaks back out relies on whether she falls asleep or not. But for now, at least, she does make her way there, flopping heavily on her too-big bed.

... Hadn't she been upset about something before? Oh well, she definitely can't remember, now, and maybe that was the point.]