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Who: BAD END = DUMB END and others
When: post-game
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[SO.

THAT SUCKED.

THAT REALLY REALLY SUCKED.

TIME TO FLOP INTO OUR SUCKY DORMS AFTER A SUCKY GAME.

I GUESS PEOPLE CAN COME OVER TO... Y'KNOW... IF THEY WANNA.]

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[. . . idk what you expected if not Boss looking you dead in the eye and then downing the rest of that cup in one shot.]

[ - - reaches forward, to gently try to grab his arm and holds out his other hand for the cup. ]

Hey, I'm serious. It's not good to go overboard on that stuff.

[fine. you can have the cup back.]

How much worse can it make it?

[like, just saying. it's already pretty fucking bad sober.]

I'm not lettin' ya get alcohol poisonin' because you feel like shit.

Two cups isn't enough to poison...

[he... thinks.

but also he IS starting to feel that first cup for sure, now.]

Well I don't want ya blackout drunk either.

[ he's leaning forward a bit, double checking his pupils, how red he looks. ]

[... what is this fussing.

he makes a soft noise of fuss himself while Oni does that, but then just what if putting his arms around Oni's shoulders in a kind of not-hug thing?]

[ maximum fuss but also that's bringing a lot of dere. just, huffs, leans forward some into that. ]

Ya feelin' it?

Yeah...

[there's a weirdly not-quite-painful feeling of his muscles relaxing despite having been tense up to that point and it's really easier to just lean against Oni again.]

It does feel like yer finally startin' to relax.

[nods a bit.]

Sorry...

[feels like he's been saying that a lot today.]

You don't gotta apologize to me.

[ he wraps his arm around him in turn, voice a murmur. ]

[hugs are, in fact, very nice.

tactile things are very nice and he is actually completely fine with trying to tug Oni onto the bed so hugs can happen while laying down. seems like a great idea.]

[ he moves with the tug with a whuff, laying down with him

they are basically just cuddling at this point aren't they ]

[yes and it's great. mad dog has a very needy cat just curled up against him.]

[ ...

how amenable is needy cat to hair pets ]

[needy cat is needy and thus hairpets are great.

it does have him glancing up at Oni curiously, though]

-- sorry.

[ he's quick to pull his hand back a bit, quiet; ]

Too much ..?

... no. It's fine.

["too much" is probably the thing he is thinking about but probably shouldn't. do. maybe.

considering his options here, though.]

[ he moves his hand back to Boss' hair, a bit hesitant but more confident with that approval

he may also be just drunk enough this doesn't seem like a terrible escalation ]

Just ... lemme know if it is.

[... ugh. being told that just has him shifting to scoot up a bit, closer to Oni's face]

It's not.

[but y'know, kissing him probably is.

fortunately Boss is the one kissing, so it's fine.]

[ it's fine!!!!!!

it's not -- a surprise, in the end, considering how close they'd been, not just now but before too, and all the comments about being his dog and jokes about them dating that really felt a bit close to home -- his gut twists with some indecision mostly because of the context, both of them drunk, Boss as compromised as he is --

after a moment where he's just, frozen with that indecision, tentatively he curls his fingertips into Boss's hair, parts his mouth. not deepening himself, but letting Boss take. ]

[the context sure is off but Boss feels pretty sure this was kind of inevitable despite best efforts, especially when he can feel his heart thudding harder in his chest feeling Oni's hand in his hair.

there's little hesitation to taking the invitation and deepening the kiss himself, that want and neediness all the more apparent as he bites at Oni's lip enough that he can feel it, tongue lapping at it to soothe the sting before sliding in against Oni's.

amnesia sucks. he doesn't actually know what he's doing but he does know it doesn't take much thought and feels good, drawing soft, pleased sounds from him.]

[ amnesia does suck but it doesn't take much for this to be enjoyable, either, Oni really isn't too picky about Boss's technique and he lets that be known with an approving, low sound in the back of his throat.

he wants to let Boss take this at his own pace anyway, he doesn't want to ruin this, but at the same time it's difficult for him not to respond. so his own tongue presses up against Boss's and he tilts his head to accommodate that, fingertips tugging lightly through Boss's messy locks before dropping to cup the back of his neck - - gentle, considering the bruises there. ]

[on the one hand, leaving it to his pace is thrilling incentive because there's the feeling that Oni would let him get away with so much shit if he wanted. there's a want to push at that, find the limits, break them down--

but on the other hand, just got done with a game where he was literally told his say had weight because he was the hostage and still pretty shook to have had that pressure, even if the unit came to a (bad and mistaken) consensus.

so he lingers in the kiss, takes comfort from the tactile sensations and gentle touches, despite feeling conflicted on how far to push. just lets his own hand slide back over Oni's shoulder to his rest against his face as he pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath.

if anything, he looks at Oni a bit apologetic because... just... bad timing. but also. ridiculously into this.]