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[ 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.
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.
[He lifts his chin in a nod.]
I do know that already, but it's fine. Jason.
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.
[ ...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?
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.
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.
[ their Fratboy Vibes ]
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!! ]
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!! ]
Something like that.
[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.]
[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.]
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?
[ 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.]
Sure. It's pretty boring, though.
[He leans off the door and gestures with a hand.]
Regale me.
Sure. It's pretty boring, though.
[He leans off the door and gestures with a hand.]
Regale me.
[ 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... ]
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.
[He will lead Sylvain to his adjacent room...]
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...]
[Well, Sylvain has been given free rein of coming or going with Jason's room. It isn't that Jason wants someone else in his personal space, so much as he's confident in his own abilities to protect himself, or get someone out of it.
So Sylvain can wander over through the bathroom connection if desired. Also, he technically already knows this, but for our benefit oocly:
The adjoining room is, like, the world's most stereotypical bachelor pad. What's probably surprising, first of all, is that... it's neat? It's tidy. Jason Todd is clean and organized, as wild as that seems at first glance. His color palette is Big Red Energy, but he has a lot of black accents, and the industrial feel of a city studio flat.
He's a dorito, so the bed is an iron-framed queen, but the sheets are all matte and red like a nasty bachelor (and also because it's easier to get blood out of that). The closet is sliding mirror doors which reflect the rest of the room rather than something gaudy and suggestive like the bed. There's a desk... It looks like it can be folded up against one of the walls to make more floor room. But right now, it's down, and Jason is seated at it with the things the hotel has given them.
One wall has a gym rat pull-up bar, and nearby is a fake TV which doesn't work on top of a wide bookshelf full of.........books! Wow! Jason Todd READS! They're all fake unfortunately, but the titles are a bunch of Earth classics. Real high-brow stuff sometimes.
Also, there are a lot of glass cases that line one of the other walls. Inside are immovable, sort of paper-like replicas of different weapons: daggers, guns, short swords, you name it. To go with them is a few stylized posters of motorcycles and muscle cars. The only "window" on the back wall shows a fake fire-escape city view which is perpetual stuck on nighttime; light pollution obscures most of the stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a tall building, and there is... a cone of light in the sky with the dark space of a bat in the center. Hm.
Oh. There's also some RGB lighting here and there.
At the desk, Jason seems to be working with various hunks of metal... Ah. It looks like he has taken his gun apart, and he's in the process of putting it back together. But he does glance up at Sylvain.]
Yo.
So Sylvain can wander over through the bathroom connection if desired. Also, he technically already knows this, but for our benefit oocly:
The adjoining room is, like, the world's most stereotypical bachelor pad. What's probably surprising, first of all, is that... it's neat? It's tidy. Jason Todd is clean and organized, as wild as that seems at first glance. His color palette is Big Red Energy, but he has a lot of black accents, and the industrial feel of a city studio flat.
He's a dorito, so the bed is an iron-framed queen, but the sheets are all matte and red like a nasty bachelor (and also because it's easier to get blood out of that). The closet is sliding mirror doors which reflect the rest of the room rather than something gaudy and suggestive like the bed. There's a desk... It looks like it can be folded up against one of the walls to make more floor room. But right now, it's down, and Jason is seated at it with the things the hotel has given them.
One wall has a gym rat pull-up bar, and nearby is a fake TV which doesn't work on top of a wide bookshelf full of.........books! Wow! Jason Todd READS! They're all fake unfortunately, but the titles are a bunch of Earth classics. Real high-brow stuff sometimes.
Also, there are a lot of glass cases that line one of the other walls. Inside are immovable, sort of paper-like replicas of different weapons: daggers, guns, short swords, you name it. To go with them is a few stylized posters of motorcycles and muscle cars. The only "window" on the back wall shows a fake fire-escape city view which is perpetual stuck on nighttime; light pollution obscures most of the stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a tall building, and there is... a cone of light in the sky with the dark space of a bat in the center. Hm.
Oh. There's also some RGB lighting here and there.
At the desk, Jason seems to be working with various hunks of metal... Ah. It looks like he has taken his gun apart, and he's in the process of putting it back together. But he does glance up at Sylvain.]
Yo.
[ Jason gets free access to Sylvain's room too, but it's because Sylvain thinks he's a Real Cool Guy, and also because his own sense of self-preservation only works once a fortnight.
...It's a rather jarring difference, visually, each time he steps through. His own room favors the cooler, wintery colors of Faerghus, neutral greys and muted teal/blues. Notably more on the rustic side, if not with a touch of high society opulence, and a fireplace that definitely doesn't work.
But upon closer inspection, there's a vibe that's surprisingly similar between the suites? Sylvain's space is also quite neat, to the point of being lowkey neurotic. He's got all sorts of functional organization to reduce visual clutter.
There's also quite the collection of books, theater scripts, board games, and other ways to intellectually pass the time—though they're all fake as well. Nobody is allowed to be literate in this game. Music/media player, also fake. Large windows displaying an outdoors balcony, double fake! The writing utensils at his large but simple wooden writing desk—faaaaaaaaaaake.
Back to the differences: Sylvain's bed is king-sized, because a ho is gonna ho. And instead of a papery weapons collection he's got a generous walk-in closet with a full-length mirror. He's a man of Fashion. It's So Important to him.
okay now back to lowercase brackets. he peers curiously over Jason's shoulder, (but not so close that it's gay) ]
Whatcha fiddling with?
...It's a rather jarring difference, visually, each time he steps through. His own room favors the cooler, wintery colors of Faerghus, neutral greys and muted teal/blues. Notably more on the rustic side, if not with a touch of high society opulence, and a fireplace that definitely doesn't work.
But upon closer inspection, there's a vibe that's surprisingly similar between the suites? Sylvain's space is also quite neat, to the point of being lowkey neurotic. He's got all sorts of functional organization to reduce visual clutter.
There's also quite the collection of books, theater scripts, board games, and other ways to intellectually pass the time—though they're all fake as well. Nobody is allowed to be literate in this game. Music/media player, also fake. Large windows displaying an outdoors balcony, double fake! The writing utensils at his large but simple wooden writing desk—faaaaaaaaaaake.
Back to the differences: Sylvain's bed is king-sized, because a ho is gonna ho. And instead of a papery weapons collection he's got a generous walk-in closet with a full-length mirror. He's a man of Fashion. It's So Important to him.
okay now back to lowercase brackets. he peers curiously over Jason's shoulder, (but not so close that it's gay) ]
Whatcha fiddling with?
[Sylvain can teach Jason better fashion, and Jason can be his brother-in-arms about society life.
Sorry to Sylvain for Jason also.
He clicks the last piece of the body in place as Sylvain wanders over, and once he notched the magazine into the bottom, he just
very quickly turns around in place in the chair to press the barrel against Sylvain’s forehead. For, like, a couple of second’s, just long enough for Sylvain to maybe panic a bit.
It isn’t a joke he should play, but it’s fine. He pulls the gun back without any fingers near the trigger, and he puts it on top of the desk facing away.]
A gun. You know what those are?
[Because Royce didn’t despite being a Gunsmith, so. He just has to make sure.]
Sorry to Sylvain for Jason also.
He clicks the last piece of the body in place as Sylvain wanders over, and once he notched the magazine into the bottom, he just
very quickly turns around in place in the chair to press the barrel against Sylvain’s forehead. For, like, a couple of second’s, just long enough for Sylvain to maybe panic a bit.
It isn’t a joke he should play, but it’s fine. He pulls the gun back without any fingers near the trigger, and he puts it on top of the desk facing away.]
A gun. You know what those are?
[Because Royce didn’t despite being a Gunsmith, so. He just has to make sure.]
[ there's definitely recognition, the way sylvain's eyes widen between the barrel of jason's gun. there's anger too, glinting like flint and steel as they narrow.
he'll give jason so many seconds before he retaliates, because he doesn't take kindly to bodily threats. not after miklan, not after the war. ]
Yeah, I do.
[ bro, quit clownin', ur scaring the hoes (sylvains) ]
he'll give jason so many seconds before he retaliates, because he doesn't take kindly to bodily threats. not after miklan, not after the war. ]
Yeah, I do.
[ bro, quit clownin', ur scaring the hoes (sylvains) ]
[Sylvain is valid, and Jason deserves this entirely. It's... weird. To feel something he realizes almost immediately he isn't supposed to be feeling at this moment.
It's eye-opening, too? Something Jason needs. He's very used to fucking around with the bad guys, throwing his weight, not that he thinks Sylvain is a bad guy. It's a way to put that wall between them.
Because he's worried getting attached in any way will just hurt more later.]
Good. They're dangerous. [...] Was that... you?
It's eye-opening, too? Something Jason needs. He's very used to fucking around with the bad guys, throwing his weight, not that he thinks Sylvain is a bad guy. It's a way to put that wall between them.
Because he's worried getting attached in any way will just hurt more later.]
Good. They're dangerous. [...] Was that... you?
[ sylvain's plenty familiar with walls. though he attaches to people quickly, and not disingenuously, whatever deep hurt he experiences is usually self-inflicted—an easier pain to bear than letting someone else in to do the damage.
so even if jason's joke is in poor taste, he lets it slide. quick to anger but also quick to forget. (no harm, no foul.)
he smiles wryly ] I wasn't under the impression they weren't.
[ ? ] Was what me?
so even if jason's joke is in poor taste, he lets it slide. quick to anger but also quick to forget. (no harm, no foul.)
he smiles wryly ] I wasn't under the impression they weren't.
[ ? ] Was what me?
[Slowly, his brows lower, making his eyes narrow with scrutiny. It isn't any fault of Sylvain's. He doesn't seem to necessarily believe Sylvain is lying to him to hide anything.
Very suddenly, he jumps to his feet to square up with Sylvain, screeching the chair, doing it like he's getting ready to fight, doing it like he's pretending to be angry and wild. Both icy blue eyes jump back and forth between Sylvain's. He's trying to spook Sylvain into having another--what? Blip of... whatever that was. He does it quick enough and just long enough to see if it'll happen again, but then he relaxes his stance, his shoulders, and his expression.
He wants to know if it's actually Sylvain. There's no way those were his feelings. He isn't scared or angry about guns.]
It was you.
Very suddenly, he jumps to his feet to square up with Sylvain, screeching the chair, doing it like he's getting ready to fight, doing it like he's pretending to be angry and wild. Both icy blue eyes jump back and forth between Sylvain's. He's trying to spook Sylvain into having another--what? Blip of... whatever that was. He does it quick enough and just long enough to see if it'll happen again, but then he relaxes his stance, his shoulders, and his expression.
He wants to know if it's actually Sylvain. There's no way those were his feelings. He isn't scared or angry about guns.]
It was you.
[ WHY IS JASON LIKE THIS why are they both like this
now sylvain is actually kinda pissed. good will, suddenly evaporated. he immediately settles into a defensive stance, fists and hackles raised. he thinks jason is actually trying to pull something on him—fool him once, etc.
so even after jason relaxes, sylvain does not. he's going for a punch. ]
Well fuck you, too.
now sylvain is actually kinda pissed. good will, suddenly evaporated. he immediately settles into a defensive stance, fists and hackles raised. he thinks jason is actually trying to pull something on him—fool him once, etc.
so even after jason relaxes, sylvain does not. he's going for a punch. ]
Well fuck you, too.
[Even if he wasn't expecting Sylvain to try to punch him, he would mostly be prepared for it. Quickly, he snaps his hand up and catches Sylvain's fist in his palm, closes his fingers around it.
But he doesn't do anything else. He just holds it in place.
It's not a wimpy punch, though. Sylvain doesn't have a bad hook. It reverberates Jason's arm and stings the calloused skin of the inside of his hand. And that bounces from him to Sylvain, a ping pong of sharing.
His sharp blue eyes jump back and forth over Sylvain's face, trying to see if Sylvain's expression changes.]
Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. See? Did you feel it?
But he doesn't do anything else. He just holds it in place.
It's not a wimpy punch, though. Sylvain doesn't have a bad hook. It reverberates Jason's arm and stings the calloused skin of the inside of his hand. And that bounces from him to Sylvain, a ping pong of sharing.
His sharp blue eyes jump back and forth over Sylvain's face, trying to see if Sylvain's expression changes.]
Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. See? Did you feel it?
[ his hand twitches, mixed signals of hitting and getting hit scrambling up his arm and nervous system. he takes a step back, staring at his palm, anger completely forgotten in favor of utter bewilderment. ]
What the hell?
[ WHAT THE HELL...
he frowns up at jason. there is a long and measured silence, as he tries to process all this, before he says, ]
You couldn't have tried using words, first? [ BRUH ]
What the hell?
[ WHAT THE HELL...
he frowns up at jason. there is a long and measured silence, as he tries to process all this, before he says, ]
You couldn't have tried using words, first? [ BRUH ]
[Yeah. See. He lets Sylvain go when Sylvain moves to draw the hand back. His arm drops down by his side.]
I didn't know if it was just me.
[He should have used words first, yeah, but he's a Bat. Sorry to Sylvain.]
You ever had this happen before? Were you in one of these before coming here? Did this kind of thing happen there?
I didn't know if it was just me.
[He should have used words first, yeah, but he's a Bat. Sorry to Sylvain.]
You ever had this happen before? Were you in one of these before coming here? Did this kind of thing happen there?
[ sylvain's now totally fixated on trying to sort this out. he returns jason's squinting from earlier, going so far as to half-circle him, trying to identify any external influences. (none insofar as he can tell...) ]
Definitely not.
[ ... ] You think there's something in the water that's causing this?
[ he's thinking it akin to an infection...
grumbling, ] Like this place isn't confusing enough already.
Definitely not.
[ ... ] You think there's something in the water that's causing this?
[ he's thinking it akin to an infection...
grumbling, ] Like this place isn't confusing enough already.
[Well, he just stands there as Sylvain looks him over, though he does kind of make a bit of a face about it. He feels like a Crechure in a zoo is all.]
It's probably more than just the water, if we're being honest.
[He hates this. There was none of these shenanigans during the game he was in before.]
So we're... what? Linked? Emotionally and physically? That's great. How long is this shit going to last? Don't really like the idea of you getting random readings on me all the time.
It's probably more than just the water, if we're being honest.
[He hates this. There was none of these shenanigans during the game he was in before.]
So we're... what? Linked? Emotionally and physically? That's great. How long is this shit going to last? Don't really like the idea of you getting random readings on me all the time.
Trust me, I'm just as thrilled.
[ talk about invasion of privacy??? ]
I doubt either of us are the types to stay outta trouble, but we can try not to overdo it for now... [ SO HE SAYS... ]
Until we can figure out what's going on, anyway. I'll try asking around, see if anyone else's got the same... predicament.
[ talk about invasion of privacy??? ]
I doubt either of us are the types to stay outta trouble, but we can try not to overdo it for now... [ SO HE SAYS... ]
Until we can figure out what's going on, anyway. I'll try asking around, see if anyone else's got the same... predicament.
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