If you keep me waiting too long, I'll get bored and ask for more company.
( It's what Esikko sends to get Kirma to move more and talk less, but he's not about to invite someone to this little get together when he hardly knows how it's going to go himself. The previous encounter in the gilded cage was one thing, but now it's their incident in the lobby that's on his mind. That look in his eyes, the sense of falling into ice water...
He sits at the bar, dressed in yet another outfit bought with Kirma's chips. It seems he's discovered the joy of nail polish, his nails decorated in a lovely red scheme to match his outfit for the day, his eyes skimming over the special cocktails of the week. )
almost used shuu’s account by accident. all dogboys is the same
( one innocent totally normal dog who’s done nothing wrong, reporting for duty. unlike esi, he didn’t dress up for a fancy time; he’s a bit modernized, though, owing to his adoption of that mysterious futuristic garment called… sweatpants. since he has the sense not to text back, esi’s last warning sounding off in the halls as he trots his way to the gilded cage, it doesn’t take much longer for him to arrive.
being at the bar means esi is visible, which is convenient. it makes it easy for kirma to slide into the seat next to him instead of having to hunt him down— a task that would be much easier now, without all of the partygoers present. still, it’s one he would prefer to avoid. there’s no outward display of relief, not even a half-hearted greeting, but kirma bumps his shoulder against esi’s, leaning on him for a bit of attention. hi. )
What does it say?
( the age-old question, at least when it comes to certain illiterate men. while he peers at the menu as well, it offers him absolutely no information. )
( The bump is something, though he would have preferred a more direct compliment or greeting. Still, it's easy to tell that Kirma isn't in any sort of terribly bad mood, and so he bumps back ever so slightly as he draws his finger down the page of the menu. )
It's a list of their special drinks. Their ingredients, names, so on... I don't want to read it all to you, so you can just tell me what sort of drink you like, and I'll pick you a surprise.
( oh, it was taken in good faith. that’s rare. kirma certainly isn’t complaining— his tail wags behind them as his eyes follow the line of esi’s gesture and he puts more weight onto the little (like, cute) prince. he leans and leans on them until suddenly, they’re cheek to cheek. for no particular reason.
perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder. )
Not sweet. ( thinking. ) Not sour.
( he does not know how many cocktails he just eliminated in four simple words. he shifts position to account for the uneven tilt of his body, but it means one hand is gripping the rim of the barstool, right up against esi’s ass. don’t… worry about that. )
( It definitely rules out a lot of the options. But if there's another strong flavor, it might help balance out any sweetness, right? And so, Esikko lands on a drink called Death in the Afternoon. The irony of it isn't lost on him, and so he orders it, though he doesn't explain at all that there are added effects to these. It's a Dirty Shirley for himself, and then he's folding his hands as he watches the bartender make them.
The closeness is... a bit much. But Esikko likes the attention, at least right now, and so he's willing to lavish in it for the time being, innocently pretending he hasn't noticed a thing. )
Do I get a prize if you like it?
( That's what he decides to say when the drinks are finally set out in front of them. Kirma's is in a tall glass that tapers towards the bottom, a golden color with a single rose petal on top. Esikko's is far brighter, red as he is, bubbly, and decorated with cherries, and slices of lime and orange. )
( good thing he can't read, otherwise that drink name would be a bit upsetting! he's also not paying attention during the order, too busy trying to see if he can pick out any letters on the menu. the results are not flattering.
it's the arrival of the drinks that finally catches his attention, pressure lifting off of esi as he leans in to give the drinks a sniff. the stark difference between them makes it clear who's meant to take which; it doesn't stop kirma from immediately moving to pick up esi's intended glass, giving it a sippy.
aaaand setting it back down. smack. he glances over at him then, catching his eye— )
Checking for poison.
( something that would be a bigger risk, were esi the one behind the bar. )
( Annoyed at the thievery, Esikko puffs out an exhale as he takes his own glass, dragging it back to himself. )
Alcohol is poison. So I don't get a reward?
( He's huffy about that, too— his flirty little comment gone wasted... He doesn't want any of Kirma's drink, and so he makes a show of wiping his thumb over where Kirma had just taken a sip before taking one himself. As if they've not shared more than spit. He's a brat. )
( wow. you'll kiss your dog with tongue, but you won't share a drink? )
Other poison.
( doesn't count if it's socially acceptable. )
You have a lot of impatience, for a rank four.
( and when he picks up the correct drink to give it a try, it's partially to hide his smile. though the events of the game had been a rollercoaster, to say the least, the return to normalcy afterwards felt welcome, satisfying. enough so to put him in a such an uncharacteristically good mood, at their reunion. it won't last forever; june promises to have some dark moments in store. right now, though...
right now, the drink is surprisingly good. kirma's palate might just be off-kilter from a lifetime of scavenging and rot, but the light sweetness complements the heavy taste of the absinthe, and maybe that is something worth a prize. )
Isn't my company the reward? — You'd say something like that, if it was my asking.
( Esikko knows he has to nurse this carefully if he wants to keep his wits about him. Not that he has to worry too much, he supposes. Kirma is his bodyguard, right? Nothing bad will happen.
Even if that last time, and the time before... Hmm.
He draws his fingers around the rim of his glass. )
And must you bring up my rank? Don't say it so loudly. I'm working on fixing that, so I won't be that number for long.
( oh. but he's working on fixing that too, you see. )
Do you really need to do that?
( there's a shift in the air, some of the playfulness draining away. it's a good opportunity for another drink; kirma has no concerns about moderation. he doesn't even have concerns about savoring it, tossing the rest of the glass back, leaving the rose petal stuck to the side in a wilted memory of what it once contained.
with that settled, his chin finds its way to rest on esi's shoulder, the weighty pressure of his body returning in full pointed force. )
We don't both need to be highly ranked. Isn't that inefficient?
( wait, he wasn't done being ominous. but— kirma does a side eye of his own, back towards the drinks. he wouldn't expect esi to tolerate the obvious plan of staying irrelevant in order to further boost kirma's status, even if it would be easier in so many ways. it's annoying, if only because it isn't as though esi doesn't benefit from it. he isn't the type to be such a good person as to not want those benefits, either; for all that he's taken from him, this bit of charity is where he draws the line?
a small huff escapes kirma's chest, and he scoots the barstool a little closer. thigh to thigh, his hand releases esi's seat in order to slide up his hip instead, fingers wiggling into his pants pocket on the side. hiii. )
It was fine. ( can't you tell? ) Since I'm a generous person... I'll consider a request of yours, as a prize.
( consider being the operative word. if it sucks he won't do it. maybe. )
( normally, he wouldn't see any harm in that ask. knowing that there's going to be a significant update sooner than later— )
There's nothing you want now?
( the fact that he's not being scolded is heartening, though. enough that his fingers wiggle a little further in, and that he flags the bartender down for seconds. )
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Am I ever not treating you to something?
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So you won't buy me a drink? I could ask someone else, I suppose.
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I didn't say no.
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the place he wants to go... he wants nice drinks, not shit ones. so, unfortunately: )
The Gilded Cage? I'm nearly there.
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oh. )
This place has many establishments. You know.
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Or are you going to be strange again once you step inside? Can you handle yourself?
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( let's not talk about that second part. )
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text > action
( It's what Esikko sends to get Kirma to move more and talk less, but he's not about to invite someone to this little get together when he hardly knows how it's going to go himself. The previous encounter in the gilded cage was one thing, but now it's their incident in the lobby that's on his mind. That look in his eyes, the sense of falling into ice water...
He sits at the bar, dressed in yet another outfit bought with Kirma's chips. It seems he's discovered the joy of nail polish, his nails decorated in a lovely red scheme to match his outfit for the day, his eyes skimming over the special cocktails of the week. )
almost used shuu’s account by accident. all dogboys is the same
being at the bar means esi is visible, which is convenient. it makes it easy for kirma to slide into the seat next to him instead of having to hunt him down— a task that would be much easier now, without all of the partygoers present. still, it’s one he would prefer to avoid. there’s no outward display of relief, not even a half-hearted greeting, but kirma bumps his shoulder against esi’s, leaning on him for a bit of attention. hi. )
What does it say?
( the age-old question, at least when it comes to certain illiterate men. while he peers at the menu as well, it offers him absolutely no information. )
typecasting yourself...
It's a list of their special drinks. Their ingredients, names, so on... I don't want to read it all to you, so you can just tell me what sort of drink you like, and I'll pick you a surprise.
Bitter? Sweet? Sour?
looks at you.
perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder. )
Not sweet. ( thinking. ) Not sour.
( he does not know how many cocktails he just eliminated in four simple words. he shifts position to account for the uneven tilt of his body, but it means one hand is gripping the rim of the barstool, right up against esi’s ass. don’t… worry about that. )
Make it a good surprise. ( :3 )
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( It definitely rules out a lot of the options. But if there's another strong flavor, it might help balance out any sweetness, right? And so, Esikko lands on a drink called Death in the Afternoon. The irony of it isn't lost on him, and so he orders it, though he doesn't explain at all that there are added effects to these. It's a Dirty Shirley for himself, and then he's folding his hands as he watches the bartender make them.
The closeness is... a bit much. But Esikko likes the attention, at least right now, and so he's willing to lavish in it for the time being, innocently pretending he hasn't noticed a thing. )
Do I get a prize if you like it?
( That's what he decides to say when the drinks are finally set out in front of them. Kirma's is in a tall glass that tapers towards the bottom, a golden color with a single rose petal on top. Esikko's is far brighter, red as he is, bubbly, and decorated with cherries, and slices of lime and orange. )
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it's the arrival of the drinks that finally catches his attention, pressure lifting off of esi as he leans in to give the drinks a sniff. the stark difference between them makes it clear who's meant to take which; it doesn't stop kirma from immediately moving to pick up esi's intended glass, giving it a sippy.
aaaand setting it back down. smack. he glances over at him then, catching his eye— )
Checking for poison.
( something that would be a bigger risk, were esi the one behind the bar. )
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Alcohol is poison. So I don't get a reward?
( He's huffy about that, too— his flirty little comment gone wasted... He doesn't want any of Kirma's drink, and so he makes a show of wiping his thumb over where Kirma had just taken a sip before taking one himself. As if they've not shared more than spit. He's a brat. )
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Other poison.
( doesn't count if it's socially acceptable. )
You have a lot of impatience, for a rank four.
( and when he picks up the correct drink to give it a try, it's partially to hide his smile. though the events of the game had been a rollercoaster, to say the least, the return to normalcy afterwards felt welcome, satisfying. enough so to put him in a such an uncharacteristically good mood, at their reunion. it won't last forever; june promises to have some dark moments in store. right now, though...
right now, the drink is surprisingly good. kirma's palate might just be off-kilter from a lifetime of scavenging and rot, but the light sweetness complements the heavy taste of the absinthe, and maybe that is something worth a prize. )
Isn't my company the reward? — You'd say something like that, if it was my asking.
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( Esikko knows he has to nurse this carefully if he wants to keep his wits about him. Not that he has to worry too much, he supposes. Kirma is his bodyguard, right? Nothing bad will happen.
Even if that last time, and the time before... Hmm.
He draws his fingers around the rim of his glass. )
And must you bring up my rank? Don't say it so loudly. I'm working on fixing that, so I won't be that number for long.
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Do you really need to do that?
( there's a shift in the air, some of the playfulness draining away. it's a good opportunity for another drink; kirma has no concerns about moderation. he doesn't even have concerns about savoring it, tossing the rest of the glass back, leaving the rose petal stuck to the side in a wilted memory of what it once contained.
with that settled, his chin finds its way to rest on esi's shoulder, the weighty pressure of his body returning in full pointed force. )
We don't both need to be highly ranked. Isn't that inefficient?
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What do you mean, inefficient? You're a high enough rank. All of our points can go towards me.
( Lifting his drink, he takes a long sip, eyes closing. When he sets the glass down again with a sigh, he tries to push past this. )
So, do you like it? It sounds like you might just like it.
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a small huff escapes kirma's chest, and he scoots the barstool a little closer. thigh to thigh, his hand releases esi's seat in order to slide up his hip instead, fingers wiggling into his pants pocket on the side. hiii. )
It was fine. ( can't you tell? ) Since I'm a generous person... I'll consider a request of yours, as a prize.
( consider being the operative word. if it sucks he won't do it. maybe. )
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It's nice, to be wanted. He turns to look at him, their faces nearly touching, a small smile now in place. )
A request? Can I save it?
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There's nothing you want now?
( the fact that he's not being scolded is heartening, though. enough that his fingers wiggle a little further in, and that he flags the bartender down for seconds. )
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