Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things When ⚔ After the party Where ⚔ Errywhere Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom
Hector flinches, just ever so slightly at the revelation, but whatever could've caused that is quickly drowned by the way he bursts out in loud, genuine laughter. Holy shit, dude. ]
You— [ Wait, hold on. Hector takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths in an attempt to calm himself between laughing fits but. This is too much. ] You couldn't handle getting fingered?!
[ He wipes a tear from his eye and brings the wine to his lips. ]
[ Don't think he doesn't catch that little flinch Hector. Fai notices it and files it away for later, perhaps something to discuss should they ever be forced to speak the truth.
But for now? He lets it go by unacknowledged as he sets a comforting hand on Yael's lower back. His poor, extremely red face... He'll have to make that up to Yael later. Date uncancelled. ]
Cut him some slack. You know it's jarring the first time you do it.
[No, Fai, let the man cook. Let him dig his own goddamn grave, because it isn't often that Yael's temper is quick to ignite, but Hector's earned the repercussions of setting his fuse alight.
This would be the second time Hector's set him off. What's the deal with that? One or both of them are clearly defective. Huffing a haughty laugh, Yael sits up.]
You heard him. Cut me some slack, you goddamn coward.
[And with that, Yael casually refills his glass, drops in another ice cube, and throws the whole concoction into Hector's face. Considerate soul that he is, Yael did not throw the glass along with it.]
[ It was so long ago for Hector that he barely remembers at this point.
But never the one to learn his lessons, he isn't expecting Yael to toss his drink (glass excluded) over him. He sees it coming, but doesn't react fast enough to get out of the way—it sloshes over him, all of his armor, soaking him.
His head snaps up to look at Yael, grin—cheeky or otherwise—immediately dissolving. Anger flashes in his eyes as he stands, too, dripping unceremoniously all over Fine Wine's carefully curated lounge. ]
What the fuck, Yael?!
[ He sloshes his wine bottle, some of the drink spilling from it, to return the favor, but not a lot makes it out. Embarrassing. ]
He thinks he understands now how things got heated before. It seems like that first dungeon run was only a preview for the way they’re still at each other’s throats. With a frown, Fai puts his hand on top of that empty wine glass to discourage Yael from eventually throwing it. ]
What the hell is going on between you two? Sort it out. Now.
[ The airy, lilting affectation he usually puts on is gone, the look on his face entirely serious as he glares between them both. This is partly his fault for instigating it in the first place, but this escalation? That’s something else entirely, and he’s not about to have his guild @ home interior fucked up again. ]
[A bit of wine splashes onto his armor, but it's so little that Yael can't help but laugh out loud again. Embarrassing is right. Yael is ready for a fight, balling his fists and stepping towards Hector with a tight-lipped grin, all teeth.]
That was premature. Are you this—
[—disappointing in bed too?
The hammer falls before Yael can get another word in edgewise. Ah... Yuui's pretty nasty when he's mad, but Yael has some self-preservation, so he promptly shuts up. Right. This isn't the only time he's made a mess in Yuui's space, thrown a fit, and both times Hector was to blame. This is totally Hector's fault, you know. All of it.
Yael pivots on his heel, flopping unceremoniously back onto the couch. Maybe Hector will try his luck with Yuui, test the fortitude of the cat's claws, but Yael has been cut by them enough times to resist the urge.]
Sort out? A beating would sort him out, but if you insist, we'll take it outside.
[ Hector's about to reach for Yael's collar, knowing where that sentence is going to go, and shake him for being such an ass, but Fai stops them. His hand freezes in midair; he's not heard that tone from the other man before, and his eyes flicker to him. He means business.
This is his guild hall, after all, and Hector really has no intentions of actually messing it up. And so he turns to fetch towels to dry himself off...
When Yael's suggestion has him whirling on his heel, that temper flaring in his eyes again as his voice rises with anger. ]
Yeah? You wanna actually fight for once?
[ Something wells up in him, and he isn't sure what it is—fear, self-loathing, desperation, maybe? Things he hasn't felt in a long, long time. Maybe a beating would sort him out, get rid of all this stuff, these feelings he doesn't want in him. Maybe the bullies in middle school were right. ]
C'mon. [ He marches towards the exit, glancing over his shoulder at Yael. ] Maybe you've gotten good enough at the game that you can actually out-DPS my healing now.
[ Fai beats Hector to the door and stands in front of it, leaning back against it and crossing his arms. Is Hector going to attempt to test his little kitty claws? ]
No fighting. Talk it out like the grown men you are.
[ Maybe talking it out is rich coming from someone like Fai, but he knows that a physical fight will only make things worse between them. ]
You are not teenagers. Throwing things around and actually considering a fight is something you should be ashamed of. Act like adults.
[Yael stays firmly rooted to the couch knowing his failure to visibly rile will only piss Hector off more. That's what he wants: to burrow under his skin, spread his roots, but hasn't that already happened? Are they not horribly entangled as it is?
The suggestion of talking it out is helpfully suggested by Fai and Yael gleefully ignores it, sinking further into the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. Don't wanna. You can't make him play nice with the stinky old man, mom.]
Nah. If he wants to leave, let him leave. I'll catch him later and give him what's coming to him.
[A nice, solid ass kicking. Realistically, Yael will be long over his little spat by the time he's free to seek Hector out and stretch the back of his underwear over his head.]
Hector looks back and forth between Fai and Yael, frown still ever-present on his face.
He really is the odd one out here, huh?
That sickening feeling in his stomach roils again, and he decides he hates it here. He realizes he's on the verge of losing his own control, letting his own feelings be the star of the show, and decides he's going to leave regardless.
So with one last flip to the bird to Yael, and a cold stare to Fai, he logs out completely. ]
The cold stare, that is. The middle finger for Yael was well-deserved. But it cements something that Fai had begun to start turning over in his mind. With a look over at Yael, he lets out a sigh. ]
Sheza... you need to talk to him. Actually talk. This isn't sustainable.
[ He has feelings for you and you're only hurting him by egging him on.
Yet Fai leaves that unsaid. It's not his place for him to speak on Hector's behalf more than he already is right now, and he won't be bringing up those feelings that he so plainly either. That certainly isn't his place. ]
[Hoping Fai would let the topic slide was wishful thinking, wasn't it? This was the only outcome he could've expected, but he exhales a sigh anyway, leaning his head back against crossed arms.]
Talk about what?
[There's more to that thought, isn't there, Fai? But before he can answer him, consider this:]
None of the problems I have with that man can be solved through honest conversation. [He's aware Hector feels something for him, but whatever that something is is better left untouched.] He's wasting his time hanging around a man like me, so let him get mad. Let him curse and flip me off and storm out. The sooner he gets the hint, the better.
[ With a shake of his head, Fai approaches the couch, rounding out to the back. ]
You underestimate his stubbornness.
[ It's the same sort of stubbornness that Fai sees in himself, so he very much knows how deep it can go. For good measure, he gives Yael's nose a little pinch. ]
I still think my method is better, but you'll do whatever you want anyway.
[ Fai knows this well about him by this point. With a sigh, he stretches out his arms. ]
I need to write up a lab report. I'll call you later when I'm making dinner.
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Hector flinches, just ever so slightly at the revelation, but whatever could've caused that is quickly drowned by the way he bursts out in loud, genuine laughter. Holy shit, dude. ]
You— [ Wait, hold on. Hector takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths in an attempt to calm himself between laughing fits but. This is too much. ] You couldn't handle getting fingered?!
[ He wipes a tear from his eye and brings the wine to his lips. ]
Pussy.
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But for now? He lets it go by unacknowledged as he sets a comforting hand on Yael's lower back. His poor, extremely red face... He'll have to make that up to Yael later. Date uncancelled. ]
Cut him some slack. You know it's jarring the first time you do it.
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This would be the second time Hector's set him off. What's the deal with that? One or both of them are clearly defective. Huffing a haughty laugh, Yael sits up.]
You heard him. Cut me some slack, you goddamn coward.
[And with that, Yael casually refills his glass, drops in another ice cube, and throws the whole concoction into Hector's face. Considerate soul that he is, Yael did not throw the glass along with it.]
Fuck off.
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But never the one to learn his lessons, he isn't expecting Yael to toss his drink (glass excluded) over him. He sees it coming, but doesn't react fast enough to get out of the way—it sloshes over him, all of his armor, soaking him.
His head snaps up to look at Yael, grin—cheeky or otherwise—immediately dissolving. Anger flashes in his eyes as he stands, too, dripping unceremoniously all over Fine Wine's carefully curated lounge. ]
What the fuck, Yael?!
[ He sloshes his wine bottle, some of the drink spilling from it, to return the favor, but not a lot makes it out. Embarrassing. ]
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He thinks he understands now how things got heated before. It seems like that first dungeon run was only a preview for the way they’re still at each other’s throats. With a frown, Fai puts his hand on top of that empty wine glass to discourage Yael from eventually throwing it. ]
What the hell is going on between you two? Sort it out. Now.
[ The airy, lilting affectation he usually puts on is gone, the look on his face entirely serious as he glares between them both. This is partly his fault for instigating it in the first place, but this escalation? That’s something else entirely, and he’s not about to have his guild @ home interior fucked up again. ]
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That was premature. Are you this—
[—disappointing in bed too?
The hammer falls before Yael can get another word in edgewise. Ah... Yuui's pretty nasty when he's mad, but Yael has some self-preservation, so he promptly shuts up. Right. This isn't the only time he's made a mess in Yuui's space, thrown a fit, and both times Hector was to blame. This is totally Hector's fault, you know. All of it.
Yael pivots on his heel, flopping unceremoniously back onto the couch. Maybe Hector will try his luck with Yuui, test the fortitude of the cat's claws, but Yael has been cut by them enough times to resist the urge.]
Sort out? A beating would sort him out, but if you insist, we'll take it outside.
cw minor homophobia mention im sorry
This is his guild hall, after all, and Hector really has no intentions of actually messing it up. And so he turns to fetch towels to dry himself off...
When Yael's suggestion has him whirling on his heel, that temper flaring in his eyes again as his voice rises with anger. ]
Yeah? You wanna actually fight for once?
[ Something wells up in him, and he isn't sure what it is—fear, self-loathing, desperation, maybe? Things he hasn't felt in a long, long time. Maybe a beating would sort him out, get rid of all this stuff, these feelings he doesn't want in him. Maybe the bullies in middle school were right. ]
C'mon. [ He marches towards the exit, glancing over his shoulder at Yael. ] Maybe you've gotten good enough at the game that you can actually out-DPS my healing now.
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No fighting. Talk it out like the grown men you are.
[ Maybe talking it out is rich coming from someone like Fai, but he knows that a physical fight will only make things worse between them. ]
You are not teenagers. Throwing things around and actually considering a fight is something you should be ashamed of. Act like adults.
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The suggestion of talking it out is helpfully suggested by Fai and Yael gleefully ignores it, sinking further into the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. Don't wanna. You can't make him play nice with the stinky old man, mom.]
Nah. If he wants to leave, let him leave. I'll catch him later and give him what's coming to him.
[A nice, solid ass kicking. Realistically, Yael will be long over his little spat by the time he's free to seek Hector out and stretch the back of his underwear over his head.]
Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
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Hector looks back and forth between Fai and Yael, frown still ever-present on his face.
He really is the odd one out here, huh?
That sickening feeling in his stomach roils again, and he decides he hates it here. He realizes he's on the verge of losing his own control, letting his own feelings be the star of the show, and decides he's going to leave regardless.
So with one last flip to the bird to Yael, and a cold stare to Fai, he logs out completely. ]
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The cold stare, that is. The middle finger for Yael was well-deserved. But it cements something that Fai had begun to start turning over in his mind. With a look over at Yael, he lets out a sigh. ]
Sheza... you need to talk to him. Actually talk. This isn't sustainable.
[ He has feelings for you and you're only hurting him by egging him on.
Yet Fai leaves that unsaid. It's not his place for him to speak on Hector's behalf more than he already is right now, and he won't be bringing up those feelings that he so plainly either. That certainly isn't his place. ]
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Talk about what?
[There's more to that thought, isn't there, Fai? But before he can answer him, consider this:]
None of the problems I have with that man can be solved through honest conversation. [He's aware Hector feels something for him, but whatever that something is is better left untouched.] He's wasting his time hanging around a man like me, so let him get mad. Let him curse and flip me off and storm out. The sooner he gets the hint, the better.
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You underestimate his stubbornness.
[ It's the same sort of stubbornness that Fai sees in himself, so he very much knows how deep it can go. For good measure, he gives Yael's nose a little pinch. ]
I still think my method is better, but you'll do whatever you want anyway.
[ Fai knows this well about him by this point. With a sigh, he stretches out his arms. ]
I need to write up a lab report. I'll call you later when I'm making dinner.
[ AND THAT'S A WRAP ]