[ here they are, in their shared bathroom, 5 feet apart... sylvain takes his time checking out the place (nice, nice), before glancing over at jason with a crooked smile. ]
So. Any house rules I should know about?
[ his closest friends can be Rather Particular, and while this isn't quite the same circumstances as wartime, he's learned the importance of cooperation. (or in this case, cohabitation. take and give, give and take... etc.) ]
—Sylvain, by the way. Though maybe you already know that from our delightful guestbook up front.
[He's shed the suit jacket, vest, and tie because he is not exactly a fancy sort of dude, and he's about fifteen minutes from leaping into more familiar clothes.]
Just to clean up after yourself. [He leans against the doorway with his arms crossed.] If you bring someone over, don't have sex in the bathroom.
[ ...that's so reasonable. he likes this guy already, he thinks they'll get along great. ]
Done, and done. [ sylvain's a neat freak, so cleaning up is no problemo. the only stipulation he can think of: ] I need at least thirty minutes in the morning, so feel free to use the bathroom first, especially if you're in a hurry.
...Wasn't planning on having anyone over anytime soon. [ he grins, expression wolfish ] Were you?
[Them both being neat, but people thinking they look messy… Bless.]
I don’t take long, so you’re good. I usually shower really early anyway.
[But that’s because he, uh, works a very specific job. So his graveyard shift ends at sunrise. It’s fine.]
Nope, but I can’t promise one of these other nosy fuckers won’t try to bust in to look around. Better hide your underwear. Lup seems like she’d be the type to fly it like a flag in the courtyard.
[He snorts.] If you give her an inch, she'll take a mile. [There's a shrug while he shakes his head.]
No? She tricked me into opening champagne for her, I think, and called me a tool. She just seems like the real gremlin type. [This is just a warning!!] What's your room look like?
Huh. She seems nice. You sure it's not the other way around? [ looking very fond, ] I mean, I asked for a bite of food yesterday and she ended up giving me an entire plate. [ that is because sylvain... is also a menace. ]
[ now he's grinning again ] I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?
[DON'T LOOK FOND. Jesus. It's over for Sylvain, isn't it?] Oh no. She got you. You're under her fairy spell now. You've already eaten her food. [If he thinks it's telling that Lup was kind, he doesn't make it obvious.]
[ this tag is killing me jason and lup are so fckin funny help ]
Yeah. I'm a doomed man. I promised to do her bidding in exchange for a plate of meat and potatoes. But what was I supposed to do? Not eat her cooking? [ putting his hands on his hips, though his tone of voice is still completely joking, ] Have you even tried her food?
[ okay back to the topic at hand. rooms! ]
...With what? You want me to talk my way into your room? [ i mean... he will... ]
[Sylvain did this to himself? Jason is just saying!]
What? No way, José. [This is not intentional, but it's funny.] You eat her food, you sign yourself over to her. She'll never let you go. You're as good as gone. [He waves a hand dismissively.] Nah, she just didn't feed me. She must like you.
[A shrug.]
I meant you first, but if you want to see mine first, that's fine.
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So. Any house rules I should know about?
[ his closest friends can be Rather Particular, and while this isn't quite the same circumstances as wartime, he's learned the importance of cooperation. (or in this case, cohabitation. take and give, give and take... etc.) ]
—Sylvain, by the way. Though maybe you already know that from our delightful guestbook up front.
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Just to clean up after yourself. [He leans against the doorway with his arms crossed.] If you bring someone over, don't have sex in the bathroom.
[He lifts his chin in a nod.]
I do know that already, but it's fine. Jason.
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Done, and done. [ sylvain's a neat freak, so cleaning up is no problemo. the only stipulation he can think of: ] I need at least thirty minutes in the morning, so feel free to use the bathroom first, especially if you're in a hurry.
...Wasn't planning on having anyone over anytime soon. [ he grins, expression wolfish ] Were you?
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I don’t take long, so you’re good. I usually shower really early anyway.
[But that’s because he, uh, works a very specific job. So his graveyard shift ends at sunrise. It’s fine.]
Nope, but I can’t promise one of these other nosy fuckers won’t try to bust in to look around. Better hide your underwear. Lup seems like she’d be the type to fly it like a flag in the courtyard.
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Early bird, huh? [ (he assumed the exact opposite of graveyard shift whoops) ]
[ he blinks hard, and then laughs. ]
Lup? Seriously? I mean, if she really wanted to she could just ask nicely...
[ he's not actually going to hand over his underwear to lup, ftr ]
...Something happen between the two of you? [ give me, omo, the DEETS!! ]
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[He snorts.] If you give her an inch, she'll take a mile. [There's a shrug while he shakes his head.]
No? She tricked me into opening champagne for her, I think, and called me a tool. She just seems like the real gremlin type. [This is just a warning!!] What's your room look like?
[He's nosy.]
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[ now he's grinning again ] I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?
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Sure. It's pretty boring, though.
[He leans off the door and gestures with a hand.]
Regale me.
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Yeah. I'm a doomed man. I promised to do her bidding in exchange for a plate of meat and potatoes. But what was I supposed to do? Not eat her cooking? [ putting his hands on his hips, though his tone of voice is still completely joking, ] Have you even tried her food?
[ okay back to the topic at hand. rooms! ]
...With what? You want me to talk my way into your room? [ i mean... he will... ]
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What? No way, José. [This is not intentional, but it's funny.] You eat her food, you sign yourself over to her. She'll never let you go. You're as good as gone. [He waves a hand dismissively.] Nah, she just didn't feed me. She must like you.
[A shrug.]
I meant you first, but if you want to see mine first, that's fine.
[He will lead Sylvain to his adjacent room...]