Must not, hm, …I think that’s a little harsh. Even you deserve to find happiness in the pleasures life has to offer. And I thought you were done with him. Haven’t you taken control of your life yet, Sunday. He can no longer control you.
… [ he lifts his hand to reveal a coin, and once it begins spinning on the countertop the world around them shifts… becoming no more than a blur of colors. the coin eventually hits the table, and that’s when the room settles into an unrecognizable bar. new decor, new drinks, and new people. ]
And that’s behind us now. [ he makes no further comment, instead ordering them one shot each alongside a water. ] Just one this time. [ and he’ll let sunday win this one. ]
[ He is relieved at the change in scenery and at the one shot. He removes his vest and starts undoing buttons, making himself disheveled as he rolls up his sleeves. He does not want to wear his old uniform again as he downs the one shot glass quickly. ]
I can assure you, birdie, I know how. [ he moves away from the bar and offers a hand to sunday. he’ll lead the former oak head in a waltz, and surprisingly he’s an incredibly good dancer… having learned to be able to entertain clients & guests alike at the parties he’s forced to attend on behalf of the ipc. ]
What do you think? Have I met your high standards~?
Did you have doubts, birdie? [ he doesn’t try to wrestle the lead back from sunday and instead just accepts the spin and subsequent dip. ] I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve.
Fine, but just one more round. 12 shots is already a lot. [ he rolls the dice across the bar counter top… 4. ] 4 this time. [ he’s thankful it’s not another 6. ]
[ he pours them for the two of them and then nods at sunday. ] Ready… go. [ he drinks slower this time, because he’s already tipsy and he doesn’t want to throw up. ]
[ He does try and get all four down quickly, which he's sure he will regret later. He's already starting to regret it a bit now as he tries to mask a soft burp. ]
I think that’s going to be a simple task… [ he shuts his eyes and then opens them. ] I see you, birdie. [ he steps forward and cups his cheeks, rubbing his wings are their base before slowly moving his fingers along them toward their tips. ] How’s this?
[ His eyes fall shut, leaning into it as the flush spreads over his face. He would be purring if he could. Who thought anything could feel so delightful?
Both his hands curl along Aventurine's waist to anchor himself as the bliss threatens to make him float away ]
...y'know, you look like you're ready to burst, birdie. [ he lets himself be pulled closer, their waists bumping as he hums. ] How about this? [ he pops out a cute fluffy tail and a pair of ears. ] You can pet me.
You really would– [ He doesn't finish that statement. His hands attack those fluffy ears, stroking them from base to tip as his skin flushes. ] How are they so soft?
[ Aventurine may also start to feel someone pressing behind him, stroking his tail gently while Sunday's hands are occupied. Another familiar face. It looks like Sunday, smells like Sunday, dresses like Sunday...used to. ]
Oh, look at you. Is this what you turned to, Sunday? When did you become so sweet and horny for the enemy? Or maybe this is is what you wanted from the start. For the gambler here to notice you.
Hm, what’s that, little birdie, I would really what? [ he doesn’t expect to get an answer, but he also doesn’t expect the extra set of hands on him… startling him and making his furry appendages puff up & out. ] … [ on hearing a second sunday purring at him from behind he simply smirks, ] Don’t mock your other self, birdie, we both know his desire stems from your own. Mr. High & Mighty couldn’t resist me from the start… isn’t that why you were such a hard ass, [ he turns his head and brushes their lips together. ] because you wanted it hard in the ass~?
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[ He hands the dice to Aventurine. ]
It is your turn to roll. Will it stop at six again?
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What I did to you...Please roll.
[ He'd do anything not to remember. ]
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And that’s behind us now. [ he makes no further comment, instead ordering them one shot each alongside a water. ] Just one this time. [ and he’ll let sunday win this one. ]
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Truth or dare, Aventurine.
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...I dare you to dance with me. Something elegant. You can follow my steps if you do not know how.
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What do you think? Have I met your high standards~?
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You have.
[ He suddenly switches to leading so he can spin Aventurine around and dip him elegantly. ]
The Harmony would be proud you could successfully stay on rhythm.
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Would you like to another round of shots?
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I am not that tipsy. I thought I was dancing just fine. Come oooo~on, one more round.
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[ he pours them for the two of them and then nods at sunday. ] Ready… go. [ he drinks slower this time, because he’s already tipsy and he doesn’t want to throw up. ]
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Alright...Truth or dare.
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Dare.
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I dare you to...touch the wings of the first Halovian you see.
[ He's the only Halovian in this dream, but that's beside the point. ]
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Both his hands curl along Aventurine's waist to anchor himself as the bliss threatens to make him float away ]
Come closer. I want to touch you, too.
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Oh, look at you. Is this what you turned to, Sunday? When did you become so sweet and horny for the enemy? Or maybe this is is what you wanted from the start. For the gambler here to notice you.
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Go away. This does not need your involvement.
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me realizing I never got this tag today until I checked the post today... 1/2
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no worries ♥
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