RT Log: Ironic, isn't It?

[does_not_talk]

Characters: Caim [as Inuart], Inuart [as Caim]
Date: March 14
Summary: Inuart goes to see Caim to make sure he's not doing something retarded to his body.
Warnings: Awkward M/M Situations


Inuart stared into the mirror, at the tattoo that was branded upon his friend's tongue...well...*his* tongue. It was surreal, to gaze at your reflection only to see someone else. He half-expected Caim to jump out as if the mirror acted as a portal. But there he was with Caim's features. His hair, his eyes, all right down to a T.

Inuart still couldn't believe that he would be so calm about it and take everything with such ease and stride. But text can only convey so much and it was possible that he was hiding some things. It seemed like something that he would do. So he took it upon himself to venture out to find Caim in these most absurd circumstances. Within moments, he was at his doorstep and knocked impatiently as he awaited his friend's response.

So he wasn't able to sing. That wasn't a big deal to him. So what if he couldn't sing? The point was that Caim was able to talk. Sure, he looked ugly as hell, but he could talk. So what if it was that annoying voice? He could talk.

He could *talk*. That was a huge improvement.

Caim was actually a little ecstatic. Of course, he forced it to die down the moment he heard the knock. He found himself approaching the door and opening it. Then he lifted an eyebrow. Tilting his head to the side, he nodded once, "Inuart. How nice to see you. Or should I say Caim?"

Inuart raised a brow in exasperation and crossed his arms. It was eerie knowing that behind his appearance was the mind of Caim, speaking in *his* voice. He seemed to be enjoying his newfound speech. Meanwhile, Inuart was at a loss to respond since he was still new to this whole "mute" business.

Very funny, *Inuart* he mouthed as precisely as he could. He felt so awkward speaking like this and his contempt for this situation was written plainly on his face.

So did he look as amusing then as Inuart had? He stepped aside to let his former best friend in. "Looks like you're having some difficulty handling things." Then he shook his head and couldn't resist laughing.

Gods, it felt great to laugh.

Caim seemed to be enjoying his body. Maybe not so much the body, but his voice. He felt somewhat degraded because all he could offer as a retort was a sneer and a few voiceless words. He had to concede to Caim this: it was hard being mute.

As opposed to you and the ease at which you speak he scoffed as he stepped into the room.

His hands lifted and he offered a shrug of the shoulders. "I only do what I can do. As long as I have a voice, I'm taking advantage of it. That means I'll say whatever I need to say. That's that." He shook his head. Then he thought back to what he and K-Na talked about. If he and Inuart had switched, then who had his precious sister switched with?

As you say He shrugged his shoulders as well. But as long as you're not taking advantage of my body in *other* ways he said. Inuart had quite a time trying to avoid looking at himself in the shower. Those moments were incredibly awkward for him, but he had no idea how Caim had dealt with it. From the way he sounded online, he didn't seem to fazed by it.

Caim hadn't even considered bathing as Inuart. Chances were that he'd grow just as awkward in the shower. Caim was naturally a clean man, however, and therefore found it unlikely he would need to bathe so much. "So what can I do for you?"

He stepped aside and offered him entry into his dormitory.

I came to check on my body. I am slightly attached to it after all Inuart stated. So far so good. Caim seemed to be taking care of it so far.

Caim lowered his hands and drew his fingertips across Inuart's chest. Well, his. His for the time being. "Well, what do you think?" Then he gestured to the locks of red hair. He didn't need hair gel, none of that nonsense, so he kept it down. "I think it looks rather nice."

Somehow, Inuart saw the gestures as being suggestive. Was that Caim's doing or was it his mind placing meaning in those actions? He really didn't want to think about it.

If you wanted to play dress-up with my body, all you had to do is ask he mouthed with a sarcastic glance to the side.

His companion laughed. Oh, this was too much. Inuart wasn't enjoying it at all, and Caim was amused beyond belief. Perhaps it was that tormenting he wanted to do so badly, however. After all. no one could turn that down. Perhaps.

"Is that so? After I return to being me then, I'll just come over and ask you again."

Do as you will he shrugged. He didn't think much of it. He didn't honestly expect Caim to make good on his words. He looked down upon his own form, dressed in his own clothes, his hair styled to be less messier than how Caim normally did his. The least I can do is to treat your body to some tasteful looks for a change

Leaning against the doorframe, he folded his arms across his chest. He didn't really care what Inuart did as long as he didn't tell him. Caim liked living in that blissful world, especially one that surrounded itself with ignorance. "Oh, was that an insult? I can't hear you. You'll have to speak up."

Inuart looked up, quite irked at such a shot below the belt. Oh please Caim. Even I don't resort to aiming such an easy target.

And try as he might, he couldn't find the temptation not to grin in the slightest. He straightened his posture slightly, "I know. I've just always wanted to say something like it." Then he offered a shrug, "Anyway, you've seen my condition, right? Or do you need to stay the night here?"

I wasn't about to suggest it. But is that because you actually want me to be here, Caim? he asked, this time with his own grin.

Caim scoffed, mostly with disbelief. "Are you being serious or just a jackass?!" An eyebrow arched with that distaste and he shook his head.

I don't care what you do in your private time as long as my body comes back int he same condition as when it left me. Don't need to see it, don't want to hear about it He seemed to be snickering at Caim's reaction to his words, an odd sensation when one's throat does not allow for any sort of sound at all.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," his companion admitted. "So seriously, you've seen enough? I've got your studying to do, and you should be doing the same for my classes as well. Otherwise I'll end up failing assignments and it'll be annoying to be stuck with people like Solidor again."

One last thing he said as he crossed his arms, putting on a straight face. Take off your shirt.

Caim paused abruptly, turned and looked over to Inuart. Then he lifted a hand to brush away the furious red staining his cheeks, "Excuse me?!"

I need to appraise my body for scars and such. That way, I can blame you for any new scars that I may have at the end of this week he explained. The corner of his lip lifted in a smirk. He was so taken off-guard by his command...

"Do you think I'm a fool?!" Caim hissed with irritation. It was his body. After all, he'd messed with the hair. There was no telling what else he would or wouldn't screw with. "Well, I'm not taking it off out here, Inuart."

If not here, then where else would you? Inuart teased.

"Inside, of course," he replied quickly. "I don't do things out in the open. I'm not like you."

Whatever. Just get inside Inuart said, nudging on him to get inside.

He really wasn't giving up with this, was he? Caim rolled his eyes in that juvenile way, showed himself into the dormitory, and made some room to let Inuart in as well. He rested a hand upon the door handle, ready to close it when it was necessary. "Come on."

And so Inuart followed him in and turned as Caim closed the door behind him. The sooner you do this, the less painful it would be for you apparently.

"It isn't painful for me. It's awkward, all right?" He closed the door after him, and no sooner had he done it than his fingertips were at the buttons of the collared shirt he chose to wear. Though he thought it looked better on him than Inuart.

Inuart, no pun intended, remained silent as he watched Caim undress. He was right of course. The air seemed to grow heavy with the awkwardness.

Hands unbuttoned each one and when Caim was finished, he freed an arm and then the other before folding his shirt over the chair to his computer desk. Then he raised his arms and very slowly turned. He hadn't harmed Inuart in the least. "See anything that catches your eye?"

Inuart approached Caim, his eyes searching his body, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He didn't of course, but without thinking he reached out and lifted Caim's arm to have a better look at his sides.

And this was awkward. Awkward as could possibly be. Of course, it was strange seeing his body with someone else's eyes. Talk about vanity. Caim loved himself as a person all the way around it seemed. "Are you looking for something in particular?" he asked with that exasperation.

Inuart caught himself, but it was too late as his hands were already upon Caim's arm. No...nothing in particular... he said and tried to pass it off as not such a big deal. His fingers glided across his skin and nudged Caim along to shoulder to ask him to turn around so that he can inspect his back.

So he was just looking in general. Caim felt like he was under inspection. And he was -- in a way. It was an odd type of inspection, the kind he probably would have given Furiae if she had hurt herself. He did as requested and moved, ignoring the nagging thoughts in the back of his mind. Funny how he was still hearing his voice and not Inuart's, even in his body.

Honestly, Inuart didn't need to inspect his back because it was unlikely that he would ever have such a clear view of this side of his body again. However, he continued anyway for the sake of being thoroughly. Inuart's fingers brushed up upon his body as he slowly turned him around. He did admire the way the muscles were toned beneath his skin.

Caim was amazingly pliable when he chose to be. He would twist and turn to the requests as necessary, remembering that it really wasn't him at all. When it came to Furiae or Cassandra, that was a different case entirely, and an understandable one at that. He supposed, in the depths of his thoughts he considered he'd probably do the same for Inuart. "Haven't... you seen enough? I mean, it's you. No one knows you better than you."

Inuart by now had turned Caim around and was facing him. He lifted hand to raise his chin for his final look. Everything looks fine. From the waist up at least

"You're kidding me. Look, I haven't done anything. This isn't a conversation that needs to pass between us. It's your body. You know it better than I do or I even care to." He rewarded Inuart with that stare, the one where he was pushing it -- far beyond Caim's comfort level.

Inuart stared at him, drawing out his look for as long as possible before he released him from his touch. If you're going to act like that, then what other choice do I have? Even Inuart could be merciful on Caim's behalf.

He lifted his hands and brushed himself off, as though Inuart's touch was going to leave traces of dirt or something equally ridiculous. "Act like what?" And he immediately became annoyed, and no longer by the situation.

Like yourself Caim's "devil-may-care" attitude was one of the most irritating things about him, so Inuart seemed pleased that he evoked some emotion out of him, even if he evoked his irritation. Excuse me for being possessive of my own body, the last thing that I would expect you to have.

Like himself? Was it so obnoxious? Was is so apparent? It was one thing he would never see. He only knew how he saw himself, and he saw himself as perfectly normal, in a twisted sort of way, of course. He stared at Inuart, well, at the reflection of himself long and hard. "...What do you want?" He didn't really have a choice, did he? He didn't trust Caim and perhaps that was for the best.

Do you even have to ask? He wasn't really examining Caim. It was entirely just for his body. At least, that was what he tricked himself into thinking.

"Damn it; of course I'm asking. If I knew, then I wouldn't ask, would I?" Really. Inuart could be so entirely clueless. And it was beginning to grow frustrating, not that it normally wasn't with the guy.

A quick glance with your pants off. You can keep your undergarments on. he said with the equivalent of a sigh.

If it had been anything more, Caim would have decked him in the face. It was so simple and such one of thought that he would have simply reacted. He rolled his eyes again and lowered his hands to the button at the front of his jeans. He really was dressed in that Caim casual style. With twitching eyebrows, he managed to draw down his pants and stepped out. This was probably the most humiliating moment for him. One of the most if not the most.

Caim seemed to be restraining himself so much and hating every moment. But he still responded to Inuart's request. In a way, Inuart was touched in a strange, twisted sort of way. This time, he wouldn't humiliate Caim further and touch him. A quick look around the back and side would be enough to satisfy him.

And that was a relief. That was more than a relief. It was fantastic, not that Caim would ever use the word. "I imagine nothing about the rest of you has really changed. You liked to be bathed a certain way, though?" The question couldn't hurt to ask. Not in the least.

Minor details. Just put on your pants now Caim so I can look at you again He was averting his gaze since Caim was...just standing there almost naked in front of him.

And that was good enough for him. "Technically it's you that you're looking at." Not that he wasn't uncomfortable about it. He pulled one leg of his pants over his and then the next. When he was done, he lifted a hand into his hair -- Inuart's hair -- and messed it askew. "I understand what you're saying."

Inuart shook his head in exasperation. I know what you're trying to do. You can make me look as ridiculous as you want, but it's still you behind that form. It has no bearing on the way that I carry myself.

"Well, it'd be a problem if I carried myself like an idiot. If anything, with me behind the steering, everyone else will find it an improvement, while I find my own form in complete lacking with how it should be." He brushed off his slacks and folded his arms over his chest. "So don't complain. I'm making you look good."

I rather think it's the other way around. But who am I to argue with your own taste he retorted, emphasizing the fact by pressing a finger against Caim's chest. no matter how subpar it may be?

He dropped his gaze to the hand and he arched an eyebrow out of unamusement. Or perhaps he was feigning his annoyance. "I think my tastes are just fine. Besides, I don't remember it being part of the requirements to please you."

Well, you must have forgotten the other requirements because you hardly ever please me Inuart smirked as he caught Caim's eyes.

And that forced the irritation to become sincere. "You're kidding me." Then he shook his head at his companion, "Not like you please me either, you know."

That's not a surprise. Because I'm not trying to please you Inuart shrugged.

"Oh, but didn't you know--" No, no. This wasn't happening on his end. He was not about to lower himself. "You're an idiot, Inuart." And he waved off Inuart's... well... his hand. Though he had to admit that his hands didn't feel bad in the least. Not that he'd ever had qualms with them before.

Inuart turned his head slightly askew when Caim stopped himself. Is there something that I'm missing? What was he about to say then...?

He shook his head quite stiffly, "No. Just get the hell out. I've had enough of your company. Come back later when I can stomach your presence." He made his way to the door and opened it. He was pretty serious about getting rid of him.

Well thank you for your company too Inuart scoffed, not even giving Caim a second look as he headed straight for the door.

He chuckled and offered him a pat on the back. It was weird that he had to look up at the other man for once, "Oh, look at that. You act like you enjoyed your time here."

He spoke with his back turned to Caim, but realized his folly. He turned and repeated himself. Don't push your luck Caim

He offered a vague shrug of the shoulders, "I'll push whatever I want. I thought you knew that already. Look, if you really want to, we can get food later on. My treat. After all, you already took me out to dinner."

You do as you wish. You know where to find me if you have any plans he mouthed to Caim before he started to head down the hallway.

And with a halfhearted wave, Caim sent him off -- in his own body, as amusing as that sounded. He'd go see him later most likely. Hopefully. And if not, well... That was really his fault perhaps.