oo5 :: Pink Champagne On Ice.

[grab_my_bells]

[[Tags... please remind me about tags D= I think my other RP ate me whole with mod things these past few weeks. I know I owe Bastet so, Scath, if you can forgive me for how long this has taken, I'll tag that tomorrow?

And how the heck does one write drunkenness?]]

[The writing is slightly more wobbly than usual.]

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[spandexisyouth]

I have not been out here as long as you! If something, then something! It's an if, then statement! I forget what fills in the blanks! Oh! If I should go inside, then you should go inside!

[grab_my_bells]

No.

Go inside, Youth.

[spandexisyouth]

Not without!

[grab_my_bells]

Suit yourself.

[Goes to quicklog]

[spandexisyouth]

Will!

[Slightly tipsy, though not too bad off, Youth makes his way over to where Bell is outside.]

It is not as much as the chocolate. Fun. But it is still! I think this place likes people to taste like things. The days of it and the rain, five days so far!

[quicklog] ...tipsy icon would be good right now...even one where he's higher than a kite, but noooo

[grab_my_bells]

[He's sitting outside on the steps, face inclined upward toward the rain, a couple of basic glass tumblers filling up with champagne beside him. The scarf obscures his face, but with his eyes mostly if not completely closed, he looks like he's smiling. His voice possesses just a tad more inflection over it's usual dullness.]

Mm hm... You might have a point. It's fixated on food and the sense of taste. Its mascot's even the apple.

It has good taste, though.

[quicklog] I thought you had one with a sake cup for some reason

[spandexisyouth]

I do not like its mascot.

[It's a reflexive mutter as Youth looks down at Bell.]

Do you mean to be sitting? And you are drinking it through your scarf? Is that not fuzzy?

[After a moment of consideration of the scene and the fact that Bell sounded just a little different, Youth offered his right hand to Bell.]

Can I help you up?

[quicklog] I do, but that's not tipsy, that's just drinking.

[grab_my_bells]

[[I think he might get drunk and flirt with Iru in that doujinshi, so I might look for tipsy icon material.]]

I know~ [There's an almost singsong quality to that reply.]

[Blinks up with his one good eye at Youth.] I'm sitting; does it matter what I mean? And my head is fuzzy... So I think the scarf fits right in.

[Bell shakes his head.] I'm good here.

[quicklog] Ah, true. ...and I'm not asking about the doujin. lol.

[spandexisyouth]

[This is a huge reversal, Bell being the playful one with Youth trying to be sensible. And he's not firing on all cylinders right now, not after spending time in the rain.]

You are drunk. I do not think this is bad normally. [He isn't quite sure. But it can't be good to be sitting there.]

Let me help you up. There is more being caught in the cups! And you will get cold!

[He reaches down to try to help Bell up by the elbow.]

[quicklog] I can give you a link!! kidding. I wouldn't inflict it on anyone ^^

[grab_my_bells]

Drunk? Imagine that. What makes it bad this time?

[At the mention of them, he glanced back down at the cups, and then picked one up idly, while pulling away from Youth's helpful hand.]

So? More will get caught if I'm here to empty them. You could find me a way to stay warm?

[quicklog] LOL

[spandexisyouth]

It is bad because... [He pauses to think. There's a reason, he knows it. Oh, right!] Because it is cold outside! And you are wet! You will get sick!

[Warm, warm. What was around that could keep him warm? Nothing. A towel would only dry Bell off for a time before it was soaked too.]

A roof! That is how to stay warm! We will get you inside and dried off and warmer! You do not need to empty more right now.

[There's no way he can just manhandle Bell into the house. Probably. But his housemate is tipsy, and probably very cold. And that's really Not Good.]

I would apprec-- app--- Please let me help you.

[quicklog]

[grab_my_bells]

[He frowns slightly, as if unable to decide what he thinks of getting sick.] You are such a stick in the mud. [He holds up the glass.] Have a glass. You'll feel better. Much better.

[Chuckles slightly as he leans forward, looking up at Youth slyly.] "We" will, will we? So you'll help dry me off?

...How do you keep your unicorn this way, taking in poor, drunk, helpless... I have to wonder about you, Youth...

[quicklog]

[spandexisyouth]

I am not a stick in the mud! I am not standing in the mud! [After a pause, Youth takes the glass to sip it. It's harmless, and he's not drunk, so why not? The glass is emtpy. How did that happen? Apparently he had not been sipping.] Now I have had more! I am warmer, but it is an illuch-- illusion.

[Youth blinks blankly.] I will. I do not think you can manage right now on your own.

[Then he takes a step back, pointing a finger dramatically at Bell.] You are my friend! I cannot just leave you out here! I do not know why you always insen-- insinual-- insi-- hint at things! Now let me help you to get inside!

[quicklog]

[grab_my_bells]

Too literal. [He releases the glass to Youth and sneaks one of his own to sip when Youth is distracted, watching him.] I could find out if it's an illusion..

No, I probably can't...

So dramatic, Youth... [He smiles and offers up his hand for help up.] But if you insist. Maybe someday I'll tell you why I...hint, hm?

[quicklog]

[spandexisyouth]

I do not even know what that could be a metaphor for! [He gives Bell a puzzled look.] It is! Blood... squished. So it's warmer.

It is who I am! [Carefully he pulled Bell up, making sure most of the strain was on his right side. There was no reason to be in pain. Even if he might not be able to feel it quite at the moment.] That would be good!

[Supporting Bell, Youth opened the door to their house. It was a trick, balancing and not knocking over any of the glasses on the porch.]

[quicklog]

[grab_my_bells]

Being no fun. [Bell raises a brow, somewhat confused and skeptical of the logic.] ...okay...sure...

[He stumbles up and to his feet, somewhat tripping, trying not to pull Youth down with him, and allows himself to be led into the house.] I could show you, too. But...Maybe I'll let you guess.

[He kicked the door closed behind them.] I guess you better help me with my clothes...dry me off?