[And that's exactly what she does. Within five minutes, she's poofing into Drake's living room just like last time, dressed just as casually, like she'd been about to crash into bed. The light-colored freckles on her face and down along her bare shoulders and arms are more plentiful than before, after weeks out under the sun, but other than that, Lup looks unchanged from the time apart.
And because she's an amazing friend, there's a bottle of whisky hanging in her right hand, a bag of fresh macarons in the other.]
Alright, babe. Cha'girl is here for the vent party. Lemme have it.
[But first she better be getting a giant hug after so many weeks apart.]
[ Drake isn't startled by the poof, since he was expecting it -- he's dressed this time, a similarly "I was just hanging around before bed" sort of outfit comprised of sweats and a tank. He stands up from the couch to, yes, drag her in for a hug, but his eyes drift to the items in her hands and despite his pissy mood she gets a wider grin. ]
If you weren't already married I'd propose right now. C'mere.
[ Here's the giant hug, as warm and cozy as ever. ]
Where'd you even get those? You can't bake on a boat.
Excuse you. Taako and I spent over a hundred years doing exactly that. [A pause, as she gives Drake one last lingering hug and a peck of a kiss to his temple before she's pulling away to catch his gaze.] But, since you asked, Angus made 'em. A welcome home gift. I swiped a few for you since it sounded like you really needed it.
Kid's kinda still learning so I can't vouch for the taste, but he's gotten a hell of a lot better since I've started teachin' him.
[ He moves into the kitchen to grab them some glasses and a bite of reaper, because macarons deserve to be tasted. Then it's to the couch, and he sets the glasses down so she can pour while he sets up for his little rant. ]
So... you might've noticed the network went down, but just figured you were out of range or something, right? No. It was to fuck with us. The network went down, the power and water went out, the shops stopped restocking, because everybody disappeared, including the gods. Everybody was stuck with only a couple other people.
[Lup is always ready for a good pour. She settles in and though she manages to keep her posture fairly casual and loose while she's readying her drinks, it would be absolutely impossible to hide the way her long ears sharply flatten down when Drake gets to the root of the issue.
When she speaks, she sounds seething.]
Holy fuck, can't they get off our dicks just once?! Always have to come an' fuck around the second someone decides to get out of town. Which, y'know, was all their plan in the first place.
[And sure, the glasses are right there, but watch Lup take a swig right out of the bottle before she sets it aside.]
[ It helps, that Lup gets angry too. Makes him feel a little less unhinged -- he does not like being pissed, as a rule. He tries to take all the bullshit in stride, even here -- especially here, because hey, the gods have gotta eat. But this? This one set him off because it was an unnecessary risk for him specifically. It could have easily just made more work for Hope, if he killed or turned his groupmates.
He'll get to that, but. Fucking hell. He snags his glass and takes a drink. ]
Well. I'm unwillingly out to two more people, but they took it really well at least. Made it about five days before Nick had to chain me up like last time.
No choice in telling them, if I disappeared Ianchus would have gone looking, and if Nick and I wandered off and only he came back without saying where I went to, that probably would've gone to shit. It all blurs together from like... day eight.
Fuck. [Even if it was necessary, hearing about Drake being chained up just sets a fire off through the woman, something sharp and dark burning in her belly.
Even understanding the why doesn't make it any better. She hates to ever think of someone as sweet and kindhearted as Drake being treated like a monster, especially when it's the gods who've put him in that position in the first place.]
Fuck 'em all. [Fuck their drinks too. Drake is right there, so he better prepare himself for Lup practically crawling onto him to wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him close. Maybe it's a little more for her than for him, the idea he could have been hurt in her absence, but just give the woman this one thing.]
I swear, Drake, if anyone ever even tries to come at you for that, I'll roast 'em.
[ Hey, he'll never turn down a hug. Or a hot chick in his lap, but that's not even registering right now. His arms come up around Lup, burying his face in her shoulder for a moment trying to uncoil. ]
I know you will. It's one of the reasons you're my favorite. I'm just fucking pissed we're even having this conversation.
[ He sighs heavily, hoping this mood passes quickly. It sucks. ]
It'll be fine. Ianchus seems cool, or... I never really know what to do with it when people offer to be eaten, as if that'd solve the problem. It wouldn't, it'd just make me a murderer. But he meant well.
Mood, [Lup murmurs at least a little less angrily against him while her hand moves to the back of Drake's head, tugging him close. After the time apart, they deserve this moment, this brief, quiet second of peaceful rest.]
Weird, but I'm not too surprised. We've got a lot of those on our little island. [Including the two of them, let's just be honest.]
You're good, alright? Us together means we're always good.
Yeah, I'm good. I didn't hurt anyone, once everybody popped back Nick took care of it, and now you're back and you make a terrifying bodyguard. I was a little weak, that's all. Now I'm just angry.
[ He lets Lup hold him, not feeling any particular need to lean back yet. These days he's pretty touch-starved anyway. ]
Could use a new glamour, though. I don't rock the blonde like you.
Good. Best damn bodyguard you'll ever need. You're good. We both are.
[Whens he has her fill, Lup finally gives Drake his space back, but considering how close they are, she doesn't move far, some part of her always in contact.
Especially at that next part. She grins and raises a hand, wiggling her fingers for show, before she's running them through Drake's hair. And good as new. Now they aren't so matchy.]
I think you're hot blond, but to be fair, you're hot in anything. So this works.
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welcome back btw
missed you
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hun slow your roll and tell me what happened
want me over?
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i've spent two weeks playing it chill for everybody else's sake
might be nice to vent
but it doesn't have to be right now
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[And that's exactly what she does. Within five minutes, she's poofing into Drake's living room just like last time, dressed just as casually, like she'd been about to crash into bed. The light-colored freckles on her face and down along her bare shoulders and arms are more plentiful than before, after weeks out under the sun, but other than that, Lup looks unchanged from the time apart.
And because she's an amazing friend, there's a bottle of whisky hanging in her right hand, a bag of fresh macarons in the other.]
Alright, babe. Cha'girl is here for the vent party. Lemme have it.
[But first she better be getting a giant hug after so many weeks apart.]
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If you weren't already married I'd propose right now. C'mere.
[ Here's the giant hug, as warm and cozy as ever. ]
Where'd you even get those? You can't bake on a boat.
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Excuse you. Taako and I spent over a hundred years doing exactly that. [A pause, as she gives Drake one last lingering hug and a peck of a kiss to his temple before she's pulling away to catch his gaze.] But, since you asked, Angus made 'em. A welcome home gift. I swiped a few for you since it sounded like you really needed it.
Kid's kinda still learning so I can't vouch for the taste, but he's gotten a hell of a lot better since I've started teachin' him.
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[ He moves into the kitchen to grab them some glasses and a bite of reaper, because macarons deserve to be tasted. Then it's to the couch, and he sets the glasses down so she can pour while he sets up for his little rant. ]
So... you might've noticed the network went down, but just figured you were out of range or something, right? No. It was to fuck with us. The network went down, the power and water went out, the shops stopped restocking, because everybody disappeared, including the gods. Everybody was stuck with only a couple other people.
Guess what that meant for me.
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When she speaks, she sounds seething.]
Holy fuck, can't they get off our dicks just once?! Always have to come an' fuck around the second someone decides to get out of town. Which, y'know, was all their plan in the first place.
[And sure, the glasses are right there, but watch Lup take a swig right out of the bottle before she sets it aside.]
How'd you manage?
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He'll get to that, but. Fucking hell. He snags his glass and takes a drink. ]
Well. I'm unwillingly out to two more people, but they took it really well at least. Made it about five days before Nick had to chain me up like last time.
No choice in telling them, if I disappeared Ianchus would have gone looking, and if Nick and I wandered off and only he came back without saying where I went to, that probably would've gone to shit. It all blurs together from like... day eight.
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Even understanding the why doesn't make it any better. She hates to ever think of someone as sweet and kindhearted as Drake being treated like a monster, especially when it's the gods who've put him in that position in the first place.]
Fuck 'em all. [Fuck their drinks too. Drake is right there, so he better prepare himself for Lup practically crawling onto him to wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him close. Maybe it's a little more for her than for him, the idea he could have been hurt in her absence, but just give the woman this one thing.]
I swear, Drake, if anyone ever even tries to come at you for that, I'll roast 'em.
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I know you will. It's one of the reasons you're my favorite. I'm just fucking pissed we're even having this conversation.
[ He sighs heavily, hoping this mood passes quickly. It sucks. ]
It'll be fine. Ianchus seems cool, or... I never really know what to do with it when people offer to be eaten, as if that'd solve the problem. It wouldn't, it'd just make me a murderer. But he meant well.
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Weird, but I'm not too surprised. We've got a lot of those on our little island. [Including the two of them, let's just be honest.]
You're good, alright? Us together means we're always good.
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[ He lets Lup hold him, not feeling any particular need to lean back yet. These days he's pretty touch-starved anyway. ]
Could use a new glamour, though. I don't rock the blonde like you.
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[Whens he has her fill, Lup finally gives Drake his space back, but considering how close they are, she doesn't move far, some part of her always in contact.
Especially at that next part. She grins and raises a hand, wiggling her fingers for show, before she's running them through Drake's hair. And good as new. Now they aren't so matchy.]
I think you're hot blond, but to be fair, you're hot in anything. So this works.