milky's bullshit containment zone

[weaseled]

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

Comments

Heavenly Season's Dead Wood

[weaseled]

[🧍‍♂️

Yael is here, as requested, happy to see that the area has been cleared of enemies... and there's Fai. A bit of last night's apprehension finds him again, but it's not so paralyzing that it keeps Yael from walking right up to him like their previous conversation didn't end on a cliffhanger.

Casual as always, Yael knits his arms up above his head and leans back against a looming oak tree.]

And here I thought you were going to throw me into a volcano.

[fluorite]

[ Fai sits down on the ground, his legs straight out in front of him as he rests back on his hands. He's been here for a while, which is evident in the severe lack of monsters. ]

I made sure we wouldn't end up somewhere like that. I don't like hot weather.

[weaseled]

No? You must live somewhere temperate then. I'm used to the heat.

[And at times he misses it, but he'll take a grassy field over a fucking volcano any day.]

[fluorite]

[ He heaves out a sigh, lightly shaking his head. ]

The summers can get hot here~ It's not as bad as other places, but I much prefer winter.

[weaseled]

Oh yeah? Where do you live?

[Fai did say he's moved a few times.]

[fluorite]

[ You know what? He trusts that Yael won't go off and give away his personal details, so Fai only considers answering him for a few moments. ]

The Bay Area.

[weaseled]

[Bruh.]

I see. Lucky you.

[fffffffffuCK,]

Anyway, why'd you call me out here?

[fluorite]

It's a great area. I don't think I'll have trouble getting a job there, so I don't plan on moving again, like I said.

[ He laughs a little, adjusting his weight on his hands. ]

I invited you out because I wanted to talk about things I don't want to write in emails. You never know who might be reading those.

[weaseled]

And you think no one will know what we're talking about here?

[Frankly, Yael doesn't think anything they say is entirely free from curious eyes... but it's not that big of a deal. Glancing down at Fai, he arches a brow.]

Well? Spit it out. Tell me what you couldn't tell me over email.

[fluorite]

I did see a goblin reading aloud private messages in town...

[ Anyway, that's beside the point here! ]

I considered telling you I look nothing like my avatar, but if people have already recognized me here... that defeats the purpose of telling you that, doesn't it?

[weaseled]

[Ah, confirmation at last. Yael takes a moment to study Fai's avatar before he sighs, sinking down to sit beside him.]

So much for my theory. I figured you'd be ugly.

[fluorite]

[ That makes Fai laugh, and when Yael sits down, he shoves at his shoulder hard. ]

All because I like studying?

[weaseled]

[When Fai shoves his shoulder, Yael can't help but huff a laugh. It's because he desperately wishes Fai wasn't his type, but he's not about to admit that.]

Yeah. We'll go with that.

[fluorite]

[ He eyes Yael, wondering if that little line of conversation is something he should pursue. Hmmm. ]

...I did make changes to my avatar's appearance. My hair isn't this short. I thought that might prevent me from being recognized, but...

[ Fai shakes his head. He should have known better. ]

[weaseled]

...You idiot.

[He seriously thought changing his hair would be enough to disguise himself? Funny. Yael makes no effort to curb his laughter.]

Guess you couldn't have expected people you know in real life to be playing this game too. I get it.

[fluorite]

No. I thought in a beta test with so few people that people I actually knew wouldn't be here...

[ He doesn't even know that many people in general. What the hell!! ]

[weaseled]

Don't feel too bad. That Kara girl and I have bumped into each other too, apparently.

[He's trusting you with this privileged information, Fai.]

[fluorite]

Really?

[ His eyebrows raise. Where could they have possibly even bumped into one another? He doubts the two share a social circle. ]

What a small world…

[weaseled]

Sure is.

[He's missed loafing around in "nature" like this, and while they're currently luxurating under a false sun and artificial grass, it feels so much like the real thing that Yael can't help sliding into the greenery and resting on his back, dappled sunlight dancing over his closed eyes.]

I'm currently stationed in the bay area. I don't know when I'll be leaving, considering my injury.

[fluorite]

[ Fai shifts so he can look down at Yael. It feels… a little too real, like they’re on some picnic in the middle of nowhere rather than two hundred feet from a dungeon in a video game. ]

…Oh.

[ So they live close. Hm. He doesn’t know how to deal with that information. ]

For some reason, I thought you lived anywhere else.

[weaseled]

[...It's kind of funny, actually, hearing Fai react the way he does. Yael felt the same way after learning that this guy really doesn't live that far from him. Still, rather than letting the awkward silence drag on more than a few perilous moments, Yael cuts in with a quip.]

You should be excited, shouldn't you? After all, I'm your type.

[He's not letting you forget what you said yesterday, Fai.]

[fluorite]

[ That’s precisely why he doesn’t know what to do with it. ]

Should I act more excited for you? Get up and jump for joy?

[ Fai will do it. He’ll jump up and go “yippee”! ]

[weaseled]

Please. Don't embarrass us both.

[Ah... but yesterday is beginning to feel more and more like some fever dream, so it might be for the best to forget that conversation ever happened. Stretching out in the grass, Yael rolls onto his side.]

Well, thanks for telling me. If I see some nerd with long blond hair who looks just like you, I'll know it's no coincidence.

[fluorite]

You will.

[ Fai sits forward, pillowing his cheek in his hand while he other picks at the grass. He can’t actually pull any of it up, but he can certainly feel it. ]

Would you stop me to say hi?

[weaseled]

[Yael snorts— how honest should he be...? The answer, as always, is very.]

Only if we make eye contact.