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[Luckily, he's getting pretty good at being mobile from the waist up while leaving his legs reasonably still, so he shimmies his arms out of the hoodie and then pulls it up and over his head, turning his hair into a staticky rumpled mess in the process.
Crumpling up the fabric, he offers it out to Ryn.]
Big as it is, it might well fit you exactly.
Crumpling up the fabric, he offers it out to Ryn.]
Big as it is, it might well fit you exactly.
You know, it actually might.
[he removes his own hoodie, which he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt under, in order to take the fat cat hoodie and put it on. his hair's a little rumpled, but he smooths a hand over it to try to nudge the tentacles back into place.
thancred's right-- it's only slightly oversized on ryn, but then every hoodie is a little extra baggy on ryn's body.]
Well? What do you think.
[he removes his own hoodie, which he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt under, in order to take the fat cat hoodie and put it on. his hair's a little rumpled, but he smooths a hand over it to try to nudge the tentacles back into place.
thancred's right-- it's only slightly oversized on ryn, but then every hoodie is a little extra baggy on ryn's body.]
Well? What do you think.
No coffees to spill on me this time, darling.
[Well, now he's just being mean, himself.]
You offered me satisfaction, and this is what I'm claiming. You're going to stay right here and submit to being flustered, and when I've had my fill I'll have a picture of it.
[Well, now he's just being mean, himself.]
You offered me satisfaction, and this is what I'm claiming. You're going to stay right here and submit to being flustered, and when I've had my fill I'll have a picture of it.
'Tis what you would've had more of the other night, but for your clumsy hands.
[Speaking of hands, he leans to catch one of Ryn's by the wrist, angling it so he can run the fingertips of his other hand down his palm, from the heel of his hand toward the curl of his fingers.]
I'm making up the balance.
[Speaking of hands, he leans to catch one of Ryn's by the wrist, angling it so he can run the fingertips of his other hand down his palm, from the heel of his hand toward the curl of his fingers.]
I'm making up the balance.
Has it occurred to you that I enjoy doing things like this? Not tormenting you, intriguing a prospect as that may be in its own right. Just expressing admiration.
[He keeps his fingers moving in slow circles, following the knitted ridge where the fingerless gloves attached to the sweatshirt come to an end, idly exploring like he's out to learn the feeling of holding Ryn's hand by touch alone.]
Would you like to put on a show for me?
[He keeps his fingers moving in slow circles, following the knitted ridge where the fingerless gloves attached to the sweatshirt come to an end, idly exploring like he's out to learn the feeling of holding Ryn's hand by touch alone.]
Would you like to put on a show for me?
Well, I'm not quite in the right state for a burlesque.
[Every time he thinks he's found the most intriguing aspect of Rynlan, he does and finds an entirely new one to be enthralled by. The ears, the hair, the eyes — ]
Do an impression of me. You're already halfway there, wearing my garb. Show me your very best.
[Every time he thinks he's found the most intriguing aspect of Rynlan, he does and finds an entirely new one to be enthralled by. The ears, the hair, the eyes — ]
Do an impression of me. You're already halfway there, wearing my garb. Show me your very best.
Well, if that's what you want...
[he laughs quietly, shaking his head.
...and then kneels there, a little smirk on his face, shifting so that he's holding thancred's hand instead of thancred holding his. putting on his smoothest voice:]
I'm afraid this is going to have to suffice, in place of being able to soothe your wounds, but mayhap you'll find it a balm regardless.
[smooches the back of his hand. he is playing this up so hard.]
[he laughs quietly, shaking his head.
...and then kneels there, a little smirk on his face, shifting so that he's holding thancred's hand instead of thancred holding his. putting on his smoothest voice:]
I'm afraid this is going to have to suffice, in place of being able to soothe your wounds, but mayhap you'll find it a balm regardless.
[smooches the back of his hand. he is playing this up so hard.]
[He'd thought, when he'd put forth his request, that it would be getting Ryn to laugh that made it all worth it. Not a snicker or a smirk, not his usual brand of lofty sarcastic wit, but a real laugh — at the situation, at the absurdity, at the opportunity and invitation to make a spectacle of his own antics, to whatever hyperbolic degree he so chose.
What he wasn't expecting, what catches him utterly off-guard, is how much he's missed play like this. How naturally it all comes flooding back, the banter and mirth and mutual enjoyment of the theatrics. How it feels like slipping back into a comfortable well-worn shirt in and of itself, dishing out such ridiculous spectacle and having it offered back just as easily.
It's funny, is the thing, but more importantly — it makes him feel a little less alone, for just a little while.]
Oh, you wicked, wicked charmer, with your tongue of silver and words sweet as honey — !
[Gods, he's smiling without even meaning to. He hopes it lasts a little longer.]
What he wasn't expecting, what catches him utterly off-guard, is how much he's missed play like this. How naturally it all comes flooding back, the banter and mirth and mutual enjoyment of the theatrics. How it feels like slipping back into a comfortable well-worn shirt in and of itself, dishing out such ridiculous spectacle and having it offered back just as easily.
It's funny, is the thing, but more importantly — it makes him feel a little less alone, for just a little while.]
Oh, you wicked, wicked charmer, with your tongue of silver and words sweet as honey — !
[Gods, he's smiling without even meaning to. He hopes it lasts a little longer.]
[he's at the indoor beach! he's out here just chilling, seemingly content to sit and watch the waves. his ears flick when thancred approaches, though, turning to glance up at him.
rynlan is, however, conspicuously not wearing the matching hoodie, just like he wasn't for mini-event time. he didn't want to get it damaged and now doesn't want it to get sandy or wet, okay.]
Thancred-- how are you feeling?
rynlan is, however, conspicuously not wearing the matching hoodie, just like he wasn't for mini-event time. he didn't want to get it damaged and now doesn't want it to get sandy or wet, okay.]
Thancred-- how are you feeling?
[Oh, BOY, one of his favorite places in Superhell overlapping with one of his other favorite places in Superhell: the indoor beach and wherever Ryn happens to be at any given moment.
Anyway, he picks his way carefully through the sand on his way over to Ryn; it's clear he's walking better, and also, y'know. He's walking, to begin with.
As he makes his way closer, a few things become apparent: one, he's got some kind of stringed instrument strapped across his back, and two, he's carrying one of the to-go cups from the bars in his hand.]
Impressively restored, courtesy of some timely medicinal intervention. Care for some company?
Anyway, he picks his way carefully through the sand on his way over to Ryn; it's clear he's walking better, and also, y'know. He's walking, to begin with.
As he makes his way closer, a few things become apparent: one, he's got some kind of stringed instrument strapped across his back, and two, he's carrying one of the to-go cups from the bars in his hand.]
Impressively restored, courtesy of some timely medicinal intervention. Care for some company?
The mandolin? Pilfered from the music store. It kept me good company, while I was laid up.
[He comes over to Ryn's side and sits down carefully, digging his to-go cup into the sand far enough that it makes a neat little cupholder before drawing the instrument around and into his lap.]
I taught Nav a few Limsan ditties. Apparently she's been harassing Harrow with them all week.
[He comes over to Ryn's side and sits down carefully, digging his to-go cup into the sand far enough that it makes a neat little cupholder before drawing the instrument around and into his lap.]
I taught Nav a few Limsan ditties. Apparently she's been harassing Harrow with them all week.
♫ Her face it was a work of art,
And I loved that girl with all my heart
But I only liked the upper part —
I did not like the tail! ♪
[Luckily, it's a simple enough melody that carrying it on vocals alone isn't difficult.]
What brings you out here this time of the evening? You seem contemplative.
And I loved that girl with all my heart
But I only liked the upper part —
I did not like the tail! ♪
[Luckily, it's a simple enough melody that carrying it on vocals alone isn't difficult.]
What brings you out here this time of the evening? You seem contemplative.
[oh, he's overheard gideon singing that thanks to mingle threads, probably-- he laughs again, quieter, and settles in more comfortably with his hands braced behind him.]
A little contemplative, maybe. Just- felt like a bit of peace and quiet after all the activity earlier.
A little contemplative, maybe. Just- felt like a bit of peace and quiet after all the activity earlier.
And here I am, disturbing it.
[He's like 99% joking about that and 1% It's Insecurity Week™ about it, so. He falls silent after a minute, watching the waves, kicking his slippers aside to dig his toes comfortably into the sand.]
I'll refrain from any more song, then. Most of the ones I know are bawdy and rollicking.
[He's like 99% joking about that and 1% It's Insecurity Week™ about it, so. He falls silent after a minute, watching the waves, kicking his slippers aside to dig his toes comfortably into the sand.]
I'll refrain from any more song, then. Most of the ones I know are bawdy and rollicking.
Hmmmmm.
[He thinks that one over a minute, casting a look askance at that to-go cup and seeming to consider.]
I can think of something, yes, but — I'm not certain you'd want it for a serenade. Or...about you at all, really. Does that change your opinion at all?
[He thinks that one over a minute, casting a look askance at that to-go cup and seeming to consider.]
I can think of something, yes, but — I'm not certain you'd want it for a serenade. Or...about you at all, really. Does that change your opinion at all?
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