[ Why does Aventurine look good in everything? He does examine his own chosen outfit some more before setting it back on the rack and trying to find something closer to what Aventurine means. Maybe him being too much of a puritan is part of why his love life is so terrible.
He finds something else to wear, though he has to put a corset underneath to give him enough lift before stepping out of the dressing room. ]
[ as soon as sunday enters the dressing room aventurine collects the original outfit he’d been infatuated with. he still needs to fill his closet, so there’s no reason he can’t get that too. as for what he’s wearing when he steps out of the dressing room… it’s really nice. ]
You’ll get used to the chill, but this might be too much. [ he walks over and opens the shirt to reveal the corset. ] I know you said your partner prefers larger chests, but your comfort is important… [ he starts undoing the laces. ] I think this is unnecessary.
You don’t need to be someone you’re not. He likes you for you. And contrary to what you may think… I like you for you too. A occasional bit of spice is nice, to break up the monotony, but you are who and what we like.
[ once he’s finished with the laces he tugs at it, trying to pull it off him. ] Much better.
[ At least he can finally breathe again as he sags, his wings sagging with him. ]
I appreciate the compliment. I simply wanted to try something new, but I doubt it would have had much of an effect either. It is as you said...I simply am who I am.
I believe I have enough here to take back with me, so I will not drag you around any further.
…you’re not dragging me around. I’m spending time with a friend. This isn’t a chore, Sunday.
Did something happen… you’re acting a bit strangely. [ overly concerned about what you are & aren’t. and aventurine is aware he’s not perfect, but he’s been doing his best to be helpful and supportive… and it feels like he’s coming off as neither. ]
No, you are being exceptionally kind. I am acting a bit irrationally, and for that, I apologize. Nothing happened beyond the usual stress that comes with living in this town.
[ He grabs a nice, silk scarf and drapes it around Aventurine's neck, styling it for him. ]
Would you like to go to that gaming place now that I have finished up here?
I am, but it is for my own as well. I would not mind getting better at those games you enjoy and providing a decent challenge for you from time to time.
[ a small but fond smile. ] To the arcade then. [ he opens a portal to it, to make travel that much faster. ] But first a round of Blackjack.
[ he produces a set of cards and shuffles them with flourish, looking around to find a table to set them down and deal their starting hands. ] If I win, then you’ve got to help me with my burden. If you win, then you can ask whatever you like of me.
[ he flips his own cards, ] 7 & 2… [ well he’ll be hitting on his turn, but sunday needs to see his cards first. ] Let’s see your hand.
I know. I want to earn the help. I'm going to hit. [ he flips a king. ] Lucky me~! 19. I'll stay... [ even if he's itching to take another hit. ] You're up.
I am... but we can take care of that another day. I'll definitely appreciate the help. But for now let's have some fun. Do you want to pick out a game~? In the meantime I'm going to go grab a drink, so would you like something?
...slim pickings. [ no pumpkin lager. he'll get the other option. pulse can't remember what it is. ] Skeeball is fine by me. [ he's already sipping his own drink as he offers the other to sunday. ] I bet I'll win~
[ It's the foxlust lager ...which tastes foul, and he makes an effort to swallow it down. Still, he soldiers through it guzzling the rest of it down since he feels crappy already.
Then throws the balls...19! Alcohol has made him better at this game somehow. ]
...huh. Look at that. [ he downs the remainder of his drink and then steps back up. ] Obviously. I'm not one to back down. Go get us another round [ he says while he starts trying to skeeball... the alcohol clearly making him worse - 7. ]
[ He brings them both second bottles, but this alcohol is unusually strong and starts to get to him fast. If only that were enough to discourage him, but he's drinking it down fast.
Somehow, he manages to score a 12. ]
I do not think this is simply your game if you want to choose something else like the dancing one? Can you beat the Harmony at a rhythm game?
[ he tips his head in thanks and takes a few sips... only to stop when sunday schools him a second time. ] Did they have Skeeball in Penacony or something? And it sounds like you're getting cocky.
Real cocky.
And, yes, I can beat the Harmony. [ time to ddr. he steps onto the machine and motions for sunday to join him. boom boom dollar bb. lets go! ] Get ready to lose.
[ The two bottles is really hitting him hard, and he's removing his jacket, unbuttoning a few of his top buttons, and rolling up his sleeves as he gets on the pad. He's never played this before, but it seems easy enough...just tap the arrows based on what's on screen.
He rolls a 4 so he starts, immediately eats shit, and lands on his face on the pad. ]
[ aventurine steps back so he can get back onto his feet and... start dancing again, but instead of competing with him he does, in fact, dance with him. he reaches for his hand and tugs him flush into him as he hits random song & random difficulty. yolo! the ddr song comes on and aventurine is more focused on actually dancing with sunday... though he does still try moving across both dance pads to hit their arrows. let's work in tandem, birdie~ ]
[ He blinks a few times in surprise before draping his arms around Aventurine's neck as he nuzzles his forehead and his nose, dancing a little too close and leaning on him a little. More than a little. He's relying on Aventurine to keep his balance as he aims to hit the arrows in time. ]
I believe you can thank Gaiathra Triclops. [ aventurine sets a hand on the small of sunday's back for added support as they glide across the dance pad, the space between them disappearing like their inhibitions. ] And maybe the lighting...
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He finds something else to wear, though he has to put a corset underneath to give him enough lift before stepping out of the dressing room. ]
My chest is cold, and I can barely breathe...
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You’ll get used to the chill, but this might be too much. [ he walks over and opens the shirt to reveal the corset. ] I know you said your partner prefers larger chests, but your comfort is important… [ he starts undoing the laces. ] I think this is unnecessary.
You don’t need to be someone you’re not. He likes you for you. And contrary to what you may think… I like you for you too. A occasional bit of spice is nice, to break up the monotony, but you are who and what we like.
[ once he’s finished with the laces he tugs at it, trying to pull it off him. ] Much better.
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I appreciate the compliment. I simply wanted to try something new, but I doubt it would have had much of an effect either. It is as you said...I simply am who I am.
I believe I have enough here to take back with me, so I will not drag you around any further.
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Did something happen… you’re acting a bit strangely. [ overly concerned about what you are & aren’t. and aventurine is aware he’s not perfect, but he’s been doing his best to be helpful and supportive… and it feels like he’s coming off as neither. ]
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[ He grabs a nice, silk scarf and drapes it around Aventurine's neck, styling it for him. ]
Would you like to go to that gaming place now that I have finished up here?
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I hope you’re not suggesting that place for my benefit. Do you want to play some games?
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[ he produces a set of cards and shuffles them with flourish, looking around to find a table to set them down and deal their starting hands. ] If I win, then you’ve got to help me with my burden. If you win, then you can ask whatever you like of me.
[ he flips his own cards, ] 7 & 2… [ well he’ll be hitting on his turn, but sunday needs to see his cards first. ] Let’s see your hand.
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Alright, though I already said you hardly have to bribe me into helping.
[ He sits down and flips his own cards: 5 & 6. ]
Your turn.
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I lost. Are you satisfied? You have officially won my aid fairly.
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pulse can't remember what it is.] Skeeball is fine by me. [ he's already sipping his own drink as he offers the other to sunday. ] I bet I'll win~[ time to bring on the balls... 17! ]
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It's the foxlust lager...which tastes foul, and he makes an effort to swallow it down. Still, he soldiers through it guzzling the rest of it down since he feels crappy already.Then throws the balls...19! Alcohol has made him better at this game somehow. ]
Still want to keep that bet?
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Somehow, he manages to score a 12. ]
I do not think this is simply your game if you want to choose something else like the dancing one? Can you beat the Harmony at a rhythm game?
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Real cocky.
And, yes, I can beat the Harmony. [ time to ddr. he steps onto the machine and motions for sunday to join him. boom boom dollar bb. lets go! ] Get ready to lose.
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[ The two bottles is really hitting him hard, and he's removing his jacket, unbuttoning a few of his top buttons, and rolling up his sleeves as he gets on the pad. He's never played this before, but it seems easy enough...just tap the arrows based on what's on screen.
He rolls a 4 so he starts, immediately eats shit, and lands on his face on the pad. ]
...How'd I get down here?
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Are you alright?
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[ He gets back up and starts dancing...it's somewhat of a mess. He rolled a 7, so he's at least staying on his feet this time. ]
Are you going to let me beat you? You could always come closer and dance with me instead.
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Who let you look this nice from up close?
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