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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

[tablescraps]

( how the turn tables...

The answer and the question together cause him to go quiet for a time.

His answer should be an obvious "I don't mind either way" or "I don't have a desire to pull it away" - while both are true, neither are quite right. )

... I don't know. ( ... ) I thought you'd want to pull away on your own eventually. But you didn't.

[tylorific]

Well, I like holding your hand.

[ Tylor laughs, playfully leaning more of his weight to the side, and therefore into him as if they are on the same rollercoaster cart taking a wide turn before righting itself again. ]

Actually, I don't think anyone's ever let me hold theirs for this long. So you can tell me to let go anytime. Oh, or maybe you'd like a hug instead?

[tablescraps]

( Oh, he's slanted this way and that along the invisible rollercoaster with the effective bone structure of a rag doll. By the time Tylor gets them all straightened up, Mithrun's the one leaning shoulder to shoulder with him without Mithrun thinking much about it. )

... I'm fine holding your hand.

( His most oblique answer to a "would you rather," question, even if that wasn't officially one. )

... So you're fine with hugging and holding hands with most people.

( But kissing is only for a special someone. Okay... he thinks he gets Tylor's categories. Maybe. )

[tylorific]

[ Tylor doesn't mind the additional weight. He's solid beneath his armor, and Mithrun is lighter. ]

Sure, I'd agree with that. But it depends. I would rather we at least be friends before holding hands just for fun.

[ He tilts his head slightly into Mithrun's hair-- ]

What aren't you okay doing with strangers?

[tablescraps]

... Anything is fine.

( Mithrun not considering how this makes his own categories seem rather muddled. But, it's true - anyone could approach him for anything and by baseline he'd only reject if he had something else to do. )

... Though I was told it's better to keep some acts to people you like.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor doesn't look that surprised by that answer. ]

Oh, I agree. But that's just for myself. You should do whatever you want

[ Looks like Mithrun skipped his turn: ]

Sooo, you'd be okay if I poked you really hard?

[ But his tone is playful and he doesn't move to poke him. The twitch of his finger against Mithrun's hand is the only warning. ]

[tablescraps]

( He feels it, but doesn't seem to react. )

I probably wouldn't enjoy it. But I wouldn't mind it, either.

( It's like when u lie down on the grass and there's a small but annoying rock under your back but u just don't feel like getting up and lying somewhere else... u just live through that suffering )

[tylorific]

[ Tylor's finger taps a couple times but he keeps his hold on Mithrun's instead of poking him. ]

Is it easier for you to tell what you wouldn't enjoy?

[ Rather than enjoy. ]

[tablescraps]

( Considers... )

... Sort of. Most things are fine. ( AKA, he's indifferent to most. ) But there are some things I don't enjoy even if I don't feel the need to avoid them anymore. Being burned, for example. Or rejection. Or someone poking me.

( A variety of things, now that he thinks about it. )

[tylorific]

So, what do you think about hand holding then?

[ This is the part where he'd usually remind someone they could be honest with him, considering the clear hand holding bias. It doesn't even cross his thoughts. Instead, he squeezes Mithrun's hand again, because he isn't always sure he even notices. But he's pretty sure Mithrun would be honest anyway, even if it isn't an active thought in this moment. ]

[tablescraps]

( Oh, didn't expect that question.

He's quiet for a moment, before letting go of Tylor's hand. He turns up his palm, looking at it... then slides his hand back into Tylor's. He's comparing. )

... I like it less when I've let go.

[tylorific]

I see. Well since you asked me to be selfish--I'm glad.

[ His hands accept Mithrun's return warmly. ]

You can hold my hand anytime, I don't mind. [ A little laugh. ] Unless I'm trying to take aggro for you.

[tablescraps]

If you want to take aggro from me, be aggressive about it, or I'll take it right back.

( What an attitude to take when the other guy is playing a class that will help you not die but this is how Mithrun is, )

... You sound like you're doing better, though.

( Compared to when he first found Tylor sitting up here alone, he means. In theory he's asking how Tylor's feeling, but he expresses this in his weird way. )

[tylorific]

I promise to do my best.

[ He sounds like he means it, even with the light hearted undercurrent. ]

Oh, I am, thanks to you. But don't worry. Love can hurt a little sometimes, but It's always worth experiencing.

[tablescraps]

( ... )

Do you feel you still love him?

[tylorific]

Not at all! I don't even miss his hand anymore. He seemed pretty nice, but I don't really know him at all.

[ The answers come quick, happily, and yet Tylor is still content to be here. He looks up, the stars only obscured slightly by the light of the city but still visible. It's fun, not knowing them all for once. It reminded him of learning them all as a kid in the first place, not that he had the drive to study them now. ]

What do you think of the stars here?

[tablescraps]

( A surprisingly practical answer. He looks up, though, when prompted, and considers the stars for what seems like the first time. )

... They're fine. Different. Do you like stars?

[tylorific]

They can be beautiful. So, of course.

[ He doesn't look down from them. ]

Hey, do you know what kind of fish live in space?

[tablescraps]

( sasuga

Mithrun glances at him like "?" )

I wasn't aware there were fish that could survive in space.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor glances at him playfully in turn.]

Actually, the answer is Starfish.

[ And then he laughs whether Mithrun gets the joke or not. ]

[tablescraps]

( .

, )

... I see.

( He understands the wordplay, and the fact that he was subjected to A Joke. He doesn't laugh, but he clearly gets it. )

... I used to do some work for NASA, before. The people there would make jokes like that sometimes.

( One would think they'd get tired of it after living it day in and day out, but not so for a number of them. )

[tylorific]

[ His eyes remain upward, a soft hum at that information. ]

Do you remember any good ones?

[tablescraps]

I don't know if any were good.

( How often are jokes genuinely good, anyway? Still, he seems to consider it. )

... "Why are astronauts always cleaning their spaceships?"

[tylorific]

I don't know. Why?

[tablescraps]

"Because they're full of stardust."

( badum-tss.................................... )