I've got shit halfwings that keep insisting on growing back no matter how many times I cut 'em off. And I'm pretty sure I've lost some internal organs at some point and've been fine. But,
( a grin, stupid and easy. )
don't eat my brains. Just in case you get all cold an' brain hungry again.
I got in a sword fight once with some asshole that looked like if you took an octopus, shredded half it's legthings, then taped it back together on top of a two-legged goat.
( a vague gesture, between them both. )
He wanted to eat my eyes. So your thing sounds normalish, aside from the cop bit. That's just fucked up.
...honestly, I don't know. It's. Really complicated for me.
[ Not just that he's dead, of course there are ways around that. Especially if he got his Door orb back from the stuff he's pretty sure was confiscated when he arrived. ]
Well I can't go home, obviously. But I had a plan... we had a plan.
[ He hesitates for a moment, wondering if he trusts Sam... hmm. Ah, he might as well just spit it out. Worst case Sam talks about it with Ephemera and the guy might need someone to discuss it with anyway. ]
( didn't expect that guy to be the sort who would get engaged. sam's finished his sandwich, he's still hungry, so he's going to just--casually let himself off the counter and start sifting through cupboards. don't mind him, he's just here for the snacks. )
Must feel real weird then, right? That you guys were close to gettin' hitched far as you remember, and he doesn't remember jack shit about it.
[ Drake doesn't stop him. The first cupboard Sam opens is staples and seasonings but the second has snacks. Go nuts. ]
It did, at first. Not knowing if he forgot or is someone else entirely, and the person I knew is out there alone now. But then I realized as long as we're stuck here, it doesn't really matter. I want to be with him either way.
[ There's more to it. He feels like he helps, and Ephemera trusted him from the start, again. It didn't take long before he fell for this one too. ]
( he--snickers, but it's soft. teasing but not malicious. there's a box of some kind of crackers, which sam pulls down and opens so he can shove them into his mouth. )
[ Drake huffs, stepping closer and digging towards the back of the cupboard -- he has cookies Sam didn't see -- and puts the package on the counter between them. ]
Like that? Nah. He's not ready for something like that.
[ But they're contracted, and living together, and usually sleep in the same bed... so Drake wonders. If they'll get there again. And just what he'll do if that's the case when it comes time to leave. ]
( sucks to be drake, he can't be wooed by sweets. but he'll shove one of the cookies into his mouth anyway, because food is always good and why would he turn it down? )
Were you guys exclusive before? Far as you remember.
( because fuck island would be real inconveniencing if so, wouldn't it. especially since drake's the only one who remembers. but he seems to run with shit just fine, considering how easily he'd opted to just run with sam being an asshole at him during camp. so. )
I let you touch my ass, didn't I? That's a pretty solid second base.
( what base system is he running off of, here. does sam even know? definitely not. crackers down on the counter, he--takes a step closer to drake. slouches a bit and tips his head down a bit so they're a little closer to eye-level. )
( hand to drake's shoulder, but there's no pressure behind the touch. sam's eyes move down to his hand, like he's--considering where he's going with it. )
You haven't pulled shit with me yet, which's points in your favor. I'd say that leaves you at.. ( eyes rolling up, as he--pretends to mouth counting out numbers.
he's shit at math actually but sam knows how to fake it. )
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( a grin, stupid and easy. )
don't eat my brains. Just in case you get all cold an' brain hungry again.
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[ He crosses his heart, grinning back. ]
You're just rolling with all this?
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( a vague gesture, between them both. )
He wanted to eat my eyes. So your thing sounds normalish, aside from the cop bit. That's just fucked up.
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[ Drake shrugs at that last, though. ]
I just wanted to help people.
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( jury's still out on whether drake is actually a good guy or just a great manipulator. )
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[ Drake tilts his head at Sam. ]
You still don't trust me, huh?
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( but the sandwich wasn't poisoned and drake just let sam in without any arguments, which does give him several points in his favor. )
You're alright.
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[ He grins at Sam, then circles back to his original point. ]
So what do you think? We could work together.
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( it doesn't matter, he's still just--scoping out drake's intentions. )
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[ Not just that he's dead, of course there are ways around that. Especially if he got his Door orb back from the stuff he's pretty sure was confiscated when he arrived. ]
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( probably the dead thing, he's betting. a little hard to go back to that. )
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[ He hesitates for a moment, wondering if he trusts Sam... hmm. Ah, he might as well just spit it out. Worst case Sam talks about it with Ephemera and the guy might need someone to discuss it with anyway. ]
I was engaged, in Hadriel.
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Huh.
You and who?
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[ He holds up a hand to stall questions, since he's possibly about to answer a few. ]
The one here doesn't remember any of it, and yes he knows.
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( didn't expect that guy to be the sort who would get engaged. sam's finished his sandwich, he's still hungry, so he's going to just--casually let himself off the counter and start sifting through cupboards. don't mind him, he's just here for the snacks. )
Must feel real weird then, right? That you guys were close to gettin' hitched far as you remember, and he doesn't remember jack shit about it.
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It did, at first. Not knowing if he forgot or is someone else entirely, and the person I knew is out there alone now. But then I realized as long as we're stuck here, it doesn't really matter. I want to be with him either way.
[ There's more to it. He feels like he helps, and Ephemera trusted him from the start, again. It didn't take long before he fell for this one too. ]
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( he--snickers, but it's soft. teasing but not malicious. there's a box of some kind of crackers, which sam pulls down and opens so he can shove them into his mouth. )
Does he wanna be with you like that, even here?
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Like that? Nah. He's not ready for something like that.
[ But they're contracted, and living together, and usually sleep in the same bed... so Drake wonders. If they'll get there again. And just what he'll do if that's the case when it comes time to leave. ]
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Were you guys exclusive before? Far as you remember.
( because fuck island would be real inconveniencing if so, wouldn't it. especially since drake's the only one who remembers. but he seems to run with shit just fine, considering how easily he'd opted to just run with sam being an asshole at him during camp. so. )
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It hadn't come up for a long time, but originally no. Either way I'd say this place is extenuating circumstances, wouldn't you?
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( not during crap like camp but. mostly. a loose roll of his shoulders, before he's switching back to the crackers. )
But 'm starting to get used to you, an' I actually kinda like Terrence, so just wanna make sure I'm not crossing line I didn't know're there.
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[ Drake grins when Sam says he's getting used to him, and it only broadens with the rest. ]
No, man, you're good. Getting used to me, huh?
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( what base system is he running off of, here. does sam even know? definitely not. crackers down on the counter, he--takes a step closer to drake. slouches a bit and tips his head down a bit so they're a little closer to eye-level. )
Cop thing's a little bit of a turn-off though.
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Very few people don't hold it against me, I'm used to it.
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( hand to drake's shoulder, but there's no pressure behind the touch. sam's eyes move down to his hand, like he's--considering where he's going with it. )
You haven't pulled shit with me yet, which's points in your favor. I'd say that leaves you at.. ( eyes rolling up, as he--pretends to mouth counting out numbers.
he's shit at math actually but sam knows how to fake it. )
A solid seven out of ten.
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