HEART soldiers post HEARTS

[mapsio]

Who: HSS and Friends.
Where: HSS Dorms
When: Post Heart Games.


[ So that happened. And now we can all relax at home.


LBR, we could all just be sitting here playing action figures. ]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ Dragging this limp noodle straight to the soft room, in fact, and just

Dumping him into the cushions and pillows and blankets, allowing them to absorb him. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[I---

Flails. Uselessly.

This is so unlike his own dorm.

Is this what quicksand feels like?]

[puzzlekeeper]

. . .

[ Stands back and just bursts out laughing while Intensity struggles. Like the wicked asshole he is. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Attempts to kick King in the shin. (This is very easily avoidable due to drowning in soft.)]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Ducking out of the way, still snickering to himself. ]

Wait here and behave. I'll be right back.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yeah yeah.

[Does giving shit to your unitmates count as behaving?]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Ehhhhh it's probably fine, they can take it.

He's gone for a few minutes, but when he re-appears, it's with a tray that he carefully deposits next to where Intensity is trapped by comfort. Inspection reveals it contains an assortment of the following, at Intensity's discretion:

Still-steaming tea, an entire bottle of painkillers, a sleep potion, and... booze. ]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Immediately grabs the booze.

Look.

This soul/feelings hangover can't get any worse.

... Famous last words]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And what are you having?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Dropping into the cushions next to him. No judgment. ]

Hmmm...

Is it too cliche to say "you"?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Good thing he wasn't drinking yet because he would have just choked on it right there.

Recovering quickly:]

Must have saw something you really enjoyed.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Giving him a long, cryptic, sideways look. ]

I did.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Glances back at him, trying to read King's poker face.

Well.

Isn't this emotionally terrifying. What the fuck did King see?]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Keep it together, Intensity]

Oh.

So you found my fantasy room. Was voyeurism in there?

[Gestures to the other paladins]

Must have been.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He just laughs

And shifts to deposit himself directly onto Intensity's lap.

Sorry to nobody except maybe Seto. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well then!

Wrapping his arms around King's neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

Also sorry to absolutely no one!

And doubly hoping Seto is watching. Was it a good idea to unlock the PDA achievement for these two? The world may never know.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Don't be petty, be nice to your double!! He's had a long day!!

But Intensity's soul also got trampled through by who knows how many irresponsible fucks, so King is just going to stay busy pressing him back into the cushions and kissing the life out of him, relief palpable that everything (so far) seems to be in order. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Don't be petty? It's like you don't know who you married!

But yes. Good. This is nice. Intensity briefly considers just being a pillow queen (literally and figuratively) and letting King do all the work.

But nah---!

Breathless and laughing like the unhinged rival he is, he tries to flip their positions in the cushion pile. Who knows where either of them are going to end up really.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ King doesn't fight him or prevent this, but he does huff a little as he's shoved into the cushions in Intensity's place. Honestly, would it be so bad to pillow queen just this one time?? ]


I think you've fundamentally misunderstood how spoiling you works.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Funny. I thought that it meant that I get what I want.

[puzzlekeeper]

Fine. Enlighten me.

What do you want?

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He pushes himself up on his palms, glancing around.

Still in the soft room.

...

Still with people around.

Time to default to rivalry]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You beneath me is a good start.

Hmmm.

[And he traces a finger down King's jaw]

What exactly does His Excellency's version of spoiling entail?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Following that glance. ]

. . .

It involves relocating to a very large and comfortable bed, for starters.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Does it now?

[And picks up the almost forgotten booze bottle, popping it open with the usual dramatics.]

Warm up a little. And then we'll talk.

[Holds it precariously over King's head, but careful not to spill.]