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[secondthoughts]

Who ☀ Hector & "everyone"
What ☀ It's Hector's birthday!
When ☀ August 5
Where ☀ Lumina Cloth. Surprise!
Content Warnings ☀ drunk people, will add as needed

[ Arrive at Mac Anu, where the welcome party was held, to find it...empty? A quick look on the forums shows a little edit to Hector's post:

We're popping Lumina Cloth's cherry! See you there :-)

So that's where he is.

In the center of the brightly illuminated nighttime city, Hector's set himself up for his little get together. But since he doesn't have any tables or plates or anything fancy like that, all the alcohol and food he bought from various vendors are just...strewn around the floor. The food is probably still good to eat, though. It's fine. Take what strikes your fancy!

Hector's wearing his outfit again. He lounges on the steps of that funky spinny thing in the center of town, and anyone who gets close enough to hear him will hear music coming from his mic. Give him a break. He's doing his best.

When enough people have gathered, he might actually get up and drag everyone into a drinking game.

So enjoy—eat, drink, mingle, and smack your friends! PvP is enabled here, after all :) ]

Comments

[gluttoning]

[Good thing, because that drumstick goes straight back into his mouth. He's starting to look slightly uncomfortable with the handholding, but he doesn't shake it off, instead gesturing towards where he knows there's still leftovers of the last chicken he saw.]

Help yourself. I might grab whatever you don't try.

And yeah, I'm fine now. Don't eat those talking melons around town if you don't want to feel... what was it Levi called it... "anxiety"?

...

[A beat. He looks down at where this guy's still keeping their fingers entwined and squeezing his hand like he's trying to be encouraging. It's cute, but... does he know this person? He's pretty sure he doesn't.

...]

Uh. Sorry, Justy, but...

Why are you holding my hand like this?

[tylorific]

I'll have to remember that, thanks for the warning. [ He's reaching happily for his own piece of chicken as he speaks. ]

But I'm glad you're... [ Tylor says it happily enough, only trailing off at the discomfort he catches sight of on his beloved's face before he can even get his own bite in. His grip loosens, easily pulled away from, but there's a crinkle of worry there between his brows when he tilts his head up at him. ]

Oh, you don't like it? I'm sorry about that, I just couldn't help but want to be near you.

[gluttoning]

[Oh this is giving him some WEIRD dejavu to highschool...

He carefully pulls his hand away, letting it slide to the back of his neck as he looks around them. This is weirdly public and a little embarrassing, but... he's not exactly comfortable letting this slide.

The redhead puts his food to the side as his eyes travel the ground, lips thinning as he tries to think of what to say. When he does speak, his voice stays quiet.]

Hey, uh...

I don't understand what made you want to be close like this. But I don't know you. We're strangers. It's nice that you, uh, thought some nice things about me. You seem nice enough. But... I don't really feel the same way you're feeling right now. In fact, I'm feeling kind of uncomfortable.

[And he doesn't really have the time nor the energy to string this poor guy along.]

Could you give this a little space?

[tylorific]

[ Tylor lets the hand go, clenching and unclenching his own at the sudden lack of warmth. ]

Huh, you're right. We are pretty much strangers, aren't we?

[ But then Mr. Misteaks goes on and Tylor blinks instead of suggesting this was love at first sight. His now empty hand rises and waves once in the air as he takes a step away-- ] Sure, sure, of course.

I'm real sorry I bothered you. [ a little laugh, still friendly, but the tone that precedes and follows it is genuinely apologetic.

His hand settles on his chest, lightly over his heart. ] Actually, I'm not sure what came over me. But I really hope I haven't ruined the party for you.

[gluttoning]

[This is so awkward and so not the tone he was expecting that he has to kind of take a second to stare at Justy as though he's grown two heads. What... just happened?

Thankfully, a brisk shake of his own head clears that up before he can let that thought fly any further.]

...No, it's fine. It was just kind of unexpected. I didn't want to give you the wrong idea by not saying anything.

[Time to rescue his food, but his brow still stays knit tight.]

Are you alright?

[tylorific]

Oh, don't worry about me! I'm fine. I think it's better to know now, before I fell even harder for a nice guy like you.

[ The joke tries to break the tension; airiness natural and honest. But he still can't help the flattery. And his hand remains over his heart. ]

I appreciate your honesty, I truly do. [ Punctuated with a bite of his chicken. ] And you're right, the chicken is pretty good.

So, no hard feelings then, Mr. Misteaks?