[There's someone lying next to you, Eliot. Face down with their hair splayed all around and half covering their bare back. (It's a nice strong-looking back.) They don't seem to be showing any signs of wakefulness (which is odd for a person who's used to getting up at 4am.... Guess it must've been some night last night). Actually, at the moment, they look quite peaceful...]
I hope he didn't bring Mugen to bed with him.distinctive_guyNovember 29 2011, 01:00:39 UTC
[And in his bleary morning half awake state, seeing those long tresses of onyx black hair through fuzzy morning sight, Eliot could only think of drawing more warmth from the lovely beauty sharing his bed by draping one arm over that nice strong back.
He couldn't remember much of last night either, but it must've been a good one if he scored such a gorgeous thing into bed with him. Murmuring sweet nothings at his companion, he drew the figure closer.]
LMAO Let's say it's somewhere juuuust beyond arm's reach. For health and safety, dontyaknow.kandescenceNovember 29 2011, 01:33:08 UTC
[Warm. The thought drifts vaguely into Kanda's sleeping thoughts edging him slowly towards wakefulness. There's a voice too, close.
Wait. Why is there a voice? Where is he anyway? And why does the warm thing he's feeling have a distinct human body-shapeness against his back?
Probably, something in his brain reasons distantly, this is just an especially vivid dream. Not worth waking for fully. Not when it feels so comfortable, so nice.
He turns his head to face towards the dream-warmth, moving in a bit closer without opening his eyes.] Hnnn.
Thank you!! I don't think bleary Eliot is fast enough to disarm it before he gets skewered.distinctive_guyNovember 29 2011, 01:43:52 UTC
[Drawing closer was good. It allowed Eliot's hand to wander over that smooth expanse of unclothed back and caress those strong athletic muscles with gentle swipes. Eyes fluttering between half open and closed states, he could only tell that his companion was Asian.
Reaching his hand up to settle around his companion's shoulders, he leaned in to kiss along those sleek shoulder blades.]
[1/3 Not a problem! Keeping all Kanda's violence to the non-stabby variety. o7kandescenceNovember 29 2011, 10:08:31 UTC
[It's a good dream: there's a soft touch stroking his skin and the air is comfortably cool and nothing hurts.
That only makes the tickle at his shoulder more irritating. Like something out of place has landed there. Kanda shrugs it away, a drowsy 'get off' gesture, which is regrettably enough to send a ripple through the placid calm of his sleep. His eyelids flutter, at first registering only the most cursory impression.
[And in an instant he's come full awake with the knowledge that someone is sleeping next to him, that he is (both of them are?) at least half unclothed, that the warmth he felt in his dream was from the embrace of his bedmate, and that their (his?!) arm is still around him even now.
Jolting awake and sitting bolt upright, he knocks the dozing figure away, staring in near-speechless, unabashed shock.]
*loves this thread*distinctive_guyNovember 30 2011, 00:44:25 UTC
[There went his nice dream of that strong feminine body. Nothing like coming to full wakefulness from booted out of bed in the morning, by an effeminate looking guy nonetheless.
Eliot was no less confused than Kanda was, and it was arguable who was the more hostile one between them. Climbing back to his feet and glaring, although that glare got interlaced with a fair dose of shock, the hitter wasn't ready to back down from this yet.
He growled from the side.]
Who the hell are you!? And why're you in my bed? [Which isn't, not by a long shot. But it must be closer to his than this guy's bed, given how often he slept in hotels.]
a;kjsdfa DITTO! lmao (I think our timezones hate us though)kandescenceNovember 30 2011, 22:21:48 UTC
[Kanda is glaring a few daggers of his own, which is quite the trick when he's also pointedly trying not to register his bedmate's state of undress. He doesn't want to think about what the man is or isn't wearing, in part because he doesn't want to think about how far his own state of undress extends. (He's got a sinking feeling that he's naked underneath the covers, which, incidentally, is an excellent motivator for not getting out of the bed.)
One thing the swordsman's not shy about though: his name. Even in a situation as mortifying as this, he's too damn proud to try and hide his identity like some coward.]
I KNOW. Seems like we're only get to post like, once a day. >.<distinctive_guyDecember 1 2011, 00:54:39 UTC
[Eliot's own state of undress was, well, let's just say he is more undressed than dressed, and he's not exactly shy of it either. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared at Kanda before turning his scowl into a soft scoff.
Yeah, whatever happened happened, and although he doesn't feel drunk, he could probably attribute it to being some sort of inebriation, especially since he couldn't remember anything about last night.]
Ahh I can squeeze in one more tonight before trundling off to bed! :DkandescenceDecember 1 2011, 01:32:15 UTC
[Well it had better damn well not be anyone else's bed! If a third person suddenly walks in from an adjoining room, Kanda thinks he might go on a damn rampage.
Besides, Kanda's still in the bed, and the stranger he's facing is out of it, and didn't he once hear a line about possession being nine tenths of the...something.
Anyway, it doesn't matter because that's SO not the point right now, and there's a much more pressing concern to deal with...even if it does make him feel a bit flustered just thinking about it.
His hands fist the material of the sheet at his sides, and he glares back as good as he gets, since that helps cover the embarrassment.]
Tch. Whatever.
How did y-- [No. He can't say it that way.
He tries again.]
Why are w-- [Nope. Not that way either. Che, this is irritating.
Once more, and this time he forces a whole question out, even if it's not a very good one.]
Oh yay, you're actually here!distinctive_guyDecember 1 2011, 01:39:36 UTC
[The series of asked and unasked questions raised Eliot's brows until they nearly climbed into his hairline. Well, at least now he knew he wasn't alone in not remembering what the hell happened to end up with him with a girly guy in his bed. Even in the morning light, Eliot could see how the long haired Asian could be mistaken as a female, and if he picked him up at a bar, perhaps the dim lighting... maybe the distractions...
Which would only work if...]
Are you gay? [Yeah, because he could understand how he could've picked this Kanda up thinking he was some chick, but no way would the guy be mistaking him in that situation.]
Yus! But orz it's 2am here so I'm going to have to go to sleep. Boo ;;;kandescenceDecember 1 2011, 02:03:56 UTC
[Kanda does not, for the life of him, understand how that could even begin to be an answer to the question he just asked. Or to the questions he didn't just ask, for that matter.
He's not sure, in fact, that he even understands the question. The modern slang is lost on him: gay, as far as he's concerned, means happy. And no, he's obviously not the least bit happy, as he's sure even a blind fool could see.
Which means there must be another meaning to the word that he's missing, but he doesn't have the first clue what it is or why it should warrant such a sudden expression of...is it alarm? Realization?
Whatever it is he's seeing, Kanda just gives Eliot a completely flat and completely clueless stare.]
[Eliot repeated, looking at Kanda with the weird look of figuring there must be something wrong with the man but unable to figure out what.]
You know...
[He waved a hand in a twirling motion in search for the right words, and unable to come up with something tactical or political, he shrugged. He figured the answer was already a forgone conclusion so there really wasn't a point in asking.]
You like men, huh.
Look, I'm flattered man, but I thought you're a chick. Now that that's cleared up, I'm really not interested.
We must try! I have a big deadline this coming Tuesday, but this thread is motive to STAY UP LATE!kandescenceDecember 2 2011, 00:21:33 UTC
[No, Kanda doesn't know. Even when Eliot has finished speaking, for a moment he still doesn't know. He's not being deliberately obtuse. It's just that sexual systems can change quite a lot in the span of more than a century, and his brain has to do some creative translating of terms and concepts. And hell, he's not even used to thinking much about this sort of thing in the terms of the late Victorian era: his long hair aside, it's utterly absurd to Kanda to think that anyone would take him for a... a... Mary-Anne!]
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He couldn't remember much of last night either, but it must've been a good one if he scored such a gorgeous thing into bed with him. Murmuring sweet nothings at his companion, he drew the figure closer.]
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Wait. Why is there a voice? Where is he anyway? And why does the warm thing he's feeling have a distinct human body-shapeness against his back?
Probably, something in his brain reasons distantly, this is just an especially vivid dream. Not worth waking for fully. Not when it feels so comfortable, so nice.
He turns his head to face towards the dream-warmth, moving in a bit closer without opening his eyes.] Hnnn.
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Reaching his hand up to settle around his companion's shoulders, he leaned in to kiss along those sleek shoulder blades.]
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That only makes the tickle at his shoulder more irritating. Like something out of place has landed there. Kanda shrugs it away, a drowsy 'get off' gesture, which is regrettably enough to send a ripple through the placid calm of his sleep. His eyelids flutter, at first registering only the most cursory impression.
Shape. Close.]
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He blinks.
Body. Close.]
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Jolting awake and sitting bolt upright, he knocks the dozing figure away, staring in near-speechless, unabashed shock.]
Who the hell are you?!
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Eliot was no less confused than Kanda was, and it was arguable who was the more hostile one between them. Climbing back to his feet and glaring, although that glare got interlaced with a fair dose of shock, the hitter wasn't ready to back down from this yet.
He growled from the side.]
Who the hell are you!? And why're you in my bed? [Which isn't, not by a long shot. But it must be closer to his than this guy's bed, given how often he slept in hotels.]
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One thing the swordsman's not shy about though: his name. Even in a situation as mortifying as this, he's too damn proud to try and hide his identity like some coward.]
Kanda. And what do you mean your bed?!
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Yeah, whatever happened happened, and although he doesn't feel drunk, he could probably attribute it to being some sort of inebriation, especially since he couldn't remember anything about last night.]
Well, it certainly ain't your bed.
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Besides, Kanda's still in the bed, and the stranger he's facing is out of it, and didn't he once hear a line about possession being nine tenths of the...something.
Anyway, it doesn't matter because that's SO not the point right now, and there's a much more pressing concern to deal with...even if it does make him feel a bit flustered just thinking about it.
His hands fist the material of the sheet at his sides, and he glares back as good as he gets, since that helps cover the embarrassment.]
Tch. Whatever.
How did y-- [No. He can't say it that way.
He tries again.]
Why are w-- [Nope. Not that way either. Che, this is irritating.
Once more, and this time he forces a whole question out, even if it's not a very good one.]
What do you remember?
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Which would only work if...]
Are you gay? [Yeah, because he could understand how he could've picked this Kanda up thinking he was some chick, but no way would the guy be mistaking him in that situation.]
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He's not sure, in fact, that he even understands the question. The modern slang is lost on him: gay, as far as he's concerned, means happy. And no, he's obviously not the least bit happy, as he's sure even a blind fool could see.
Which means there must be another meaning to the word that he's missing, but he doesn't have the first clue what it is or why it should warrant such a sudden expression of...is it alarm? Realization?
Whatever it is he's seeing, Kanda just gives Eliot a completely flat and completely clueless stare.]
What?
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[Eliot repeated, looking at Kanda with the weird look of figuring there must be something wrong with the man but unable to figure out what.]
You know...
[He waved a hand in a twirling motion in search for the right words, and unable to come up with something tactical or political, he shrugged. He figured the answer was already a forgone conclusion so there really wasn't a point in asking.]
You like men, huh.
Look, I'm flattered man, but I thought you're a chick. Now that that's cleared up, I'm really not interested.
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This idiot thinks that--!!
And what else must he be thinking then? Does he assume that Kanda is doing this as some sort of a routine? Some kind of job?? Did he try to pay him??
... Is that how he ended up here?! He absolutely hates that he can't remember.]
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