[ he looks too pleased with himself, actually. with a moment to smile brighter, like the cat who got into the cream, he climbs back onto the bed, and offers the them the bottle.
hmmm. ] I'd like it to be the last one. Would be ironic.
Mmm, the best way to show off wrath as a concept, I guess.
[a pause. they shift, and show him the back of their hand. they have the same sword tattoo as the rest of the wraths, but instead, this one has a stupid guy fieri flame decal around it.]
he leans over to look, though, makes a noise. look at that. ]
Does that go for each of you? That your symbol's a bit different. [ gu yun turns his hand over, glancing back at his crown. ] I suppose it would match with the fact that you're all still rather powered in comparison to some of us.
It sure does. Some of them don't like showing them off, though. [they hand him the wine, and then take his hand, tracing the tattoo.] I don't care. Half the time you can't see mine because of the, you know. The cracks.
[ he lets wrath take his hand. with a more normal hold, they will probably feel his callouses - his hands are thin and elegant, those of a young master or a scholar, maybe, but the undersides of his palms are more callous than skin.
unwittingly, the warmth of the touch gives him goosebumps, but, it's underneath his sleeve, so. gu yun watches them, gaze flicking up briefly to their hood, then back down. ] It's reactive, isn't it? To you.
[ considering the smoke the other day, and the fact that their hands are stilled. ]
[ he's quiet for a moment, gently stroking that same spot with the pad of his thumb. it really is warm. ]
Well. I haven't seen the way that you look quite yet, so I suppose I can't make any judgements. But, I'm sure whatever you're hiding under there will be a sight to see.
[ he smiles, maybe a little teasing, but affectionately so. ]
[ the sudden, abrupt change in topic makes him snort, a little surprised, but! he reaches over for the wine bottle, still holding their hand with the other, and goes to take another swig straight from it. for as light and easy as that topic switch was... he saw that. maybe that's why he's not letting go. ]
Let's. I won't make you work for it this time. [ teehee. he'll offer it by the neck when he's finished. ]
Did you hear any odd noises, on Thursday? The night of. I know you all are 'upstairs', or what have you.
[ nope! not perceiving. he curls his fingers around theirs, though. nice and easy. ]
A skittering sound. Like claws on tile. We heard it just before we were knocked unconscious - which, by the way, was rather unpleasant. I hardly sleep on my own terms.
[ he tilts his head. ] It came up on Saturday, as well, when Beauregard was gone. You didn't hear it then, either?
[ yeah. it is what it is, though. like most things, gu yun takes it in stride. he shrugs a shoulder. ]
Mm. [ a beat ] And those odd recordings, with the cats? [ as someone who has never seen a video before coming here, cat videos are very new. he sounds amused for this part, though, reaching for the bottle to take another drink. ]
Does this place just act strange at all times? Even before we arrived?
[ that reaction makes him chuckle a little, shaking his head - and, the lap climbing is fine, too. he adjusts a bit, moving to settle with his back to the wall so there's a little more space, but otherwise, let them clamber into his lap with no problem. handing the bottle back over, they steady wrath by the hips while they're moving so they don't fall, and then link their arms around their waist, gently pressing in for the contact. ]
Careful. [ don't spill says the man who was just kicked off the bed like ten minutes ago ]
[ that's nice. gu yun is... well, just like before, he is still fairly cold, his fingers still little icicles, though the one that was holding wrath's hand before is a tolerable and normal level of warmth. ]
Good to know. And...we best not waste a drop then, hm? [ since he doesn't have the bottle and his hands are now full of wrath, he just. opens his mouth, with a playful - ] Ah.
[ well, he can't respond, so he just glances at them, making the absolute best eye contact he can, and then winks.
little shit. with that, gu yun tips his head back to drink, letting his eyes flutter shut, adam's apple bobbing with the motion, and makes a content noise. maybe a little too long of a noise? terrible. ]
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hmmm. ] I'd like it to be the last one. Would be ironic.
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Well, shit. [and they take a swig!]
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Really? Not at all?
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[ tapping his own hand mark! it's a crown, but whatever. ] Someone with a sense of humor?
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[a pause. they shift, and show him the back of their hand. they have the same sword tattoo as the rest of the wraths, but instead, this one has a stupid guy fieri flame decal around it.]
Mine's a little more personalized.
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he leans over to look, though, makes a noise. look at that. ]
Does that go for each of you? That your symbol's a bit different. [ gu yun turns his hand over, glancing back at his crown. ] I suppose it would match with the fact that you're all still rather powered in comparison to some of us.
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It sure does. Some of them don't like showing them off, though. [they hand him the wine, and then take his hand, tracing the tattoo.] I don't care. Half the time you can't see mine because of the, you know. The cracks.
[the lava ones. which are calm, right now.]
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unwittingly, the warmth of the touch gives him goosebumps, but, it's underneath his sleeve, so. gu yun watches them, gaze flicking up briefly to their hood, then back down. ] It's reactive, isn't it? To you.
[ considering the smoke the other day, and the fact that their hands are stilled. ]
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[they sigh a little.]
I'll be honest! I sort of hate it!
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[ he turns his hand over, and runs his thumbs over one of the cracks, if they'll let him, the gesture very gentle. ]
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I'm sensitive about the way I look, but not for the reasons you'd think.
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Well. I haven't seen the way that you look quite yet, so I suppose I can't make any judgements. But, I'm sure whatever you're hiding under there will be a sight to see.
[ he smiles, maybe a little teasing, but affectionately so. ]
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Well, you're not wrong. [they're a little more quiet than usual. a deep breath, and then:] Anyway! Let's get drunk.
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Let's. I won't make you work for it this time. [ teehee. he'll offer it by the neck when he's finished. ]
Did you hear any odd noises, on Thursday? The night of. I know you all are 'upstairs', or what have you.
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they also take the wine bottle.]
Nope. I keep hearing about them, though. Odd noises like what?
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A skittering sound. Like claws on tile. We heard it just before we were knocked unconscious - which, by the way, was rather unpleasant. I hardly sleep on my own terms.
[ he tilts his head. ] It came up on Saturday, as well, when Beauregard was gone. You didn't hear it then, either?
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I didn't hear it, no. But I'll keep an ear out? That is weird.
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Mm. [ a beat ] And those odd recordings, with the cats? [ as someone who has never seen a video before coming here, cat videos are very new. he sounds amused for this part, though, reaching for the bottle to take another drink. ]
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[plays sandman cat over and over
they shift, and tug at him a little. they want to sit in his lap now, so they're going to do that.]
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[ that reaction makes him chuckle a little, shaking his head - and, the lap climbing is fine, too. he adjusts a bit, moving to settle with his back to the wall so there's a little more space, but otherwise, let them clamber into his lap with no problem. handing the bottle back over, they steady wrath by the hips while they're moving so they don't fall, and then link their arms around their waist, gently pressing in for the contact. ]
Careful. [ don't spill says the man who was just kicked off the bed like ten minutes ago ]
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[they practically purr when they're in his lap, curling up against him, tucking their hooded head against his jaw. they're warm as always.]
Please, as if I'm going to spill alcohol.
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Good to know. And...we best not waste a drop then, hm? [ since he doesn't have the bottle and his hands are now full of wrath, he just. opens his mouth, with a playful - ] Ah.
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This was all just a clever ploy! I see your game. [... they're going to very carefully tip some of the wine into his mouth. sighs.]
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little shit. with that, gu yun tips his head back to drink, letting his eyes flutter shut, adam's apple bobbing with the motion, and makes a content noise. maybe a little too long of a noise? terrible. ]
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