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[Elfangor can't help but smile, amused at Matt's obvious state of drunkenness. He recognizes the location, and remembers the last time they got shitfaced there. (Then again, perhaps remembers is too strong a word for the hazy chaos that descended from that event.)
So, it's close to Matt's birthday, is it? Elfangor is not exactly one to regularly celebrate birthdays, and certainly not his own. Not in terms of an Earth calendar. But he knows that such dates are of significance to humans. A ritualized recognition of change over the course of a year; a opportunity to recall and celebrate time already spent together, and to share wishes, hopes, for the future. Usually marked by the presentation of a gift. Hmm, a gift...
He has an idea, and before he can think too much on it, he makes his way to the summoning shop for a quick purchase, before heading to the sake bar.
When he arrives, he spots Matt immediately--makes his way over, and plops down in a chair beside him, pulling out of his satchel an oddly-shaped package. (It's not his fault
( ... )
[The package and Elfangor both seem to appear out of thin air, and Matt's face lights up with a grin.]
Y'got me a present? You didn't hafta get me a present!
[It takes him a second to work out that opening it is easier if he sets his drink down. He rips the paper off, and his eyes go wide.
They're his goggles. Like, seriously, a perfect match for his goggles, the ones he gave up what feels like forever ago. Matt quickly decides the no-take-backsies tribute rule doesn't apply to gifts, and launches himself at Elfangor, hugging him tightly and giving him a messy, but enthusiastic, kiss, PDA be damned.]
[ Yeah, he's just going to quietly look away and make sure to keep his eyes on his drink while their snogging, thanks. His other self is pretty smashed, from the look of things, but it doesn't faze Matt - he's been pretty smashed more times than he can count, just in the past year or so. Can't blame the guy either; he knows this drinking binge is something between a celebration and destressing.
He makes a surprised face when he sees the content of the gift, though. Goggles? he wonders. It's then that he really notices that his other self isn't wearing any, and it starts to dawn on him.
But only just a little. He's still confused about one thing. ]
[He positively beams, laughing into the kiss at Matt's exuberance. He must be thoroughly intoxicated to be initiating "PDA," as he puts it. But Elfangor is certainly not complaining, and gladly takes this opportunity to engage in some tonsil-hockey, before pulling back with a grin.]
[And if he makes you uncomfortable at all, Other-Matt, he doesn't notice, as he is far too distracted by his Matt's happiness.]
[Matt pulls back, still beaming, flushed from more than the booze.]
You, [he tells Elfangor firmly,] are the best.
[He's putting the goggles on right away, naturally. Everything looks a little weird orange-tinted now, but he still gives a blissful sigh.
He answers his alt as he pours a hefty serving from their bottle of sake and passes it over to Elfangor.]
I didn' know 'bout Yomisato at first, an' there was this, like, bullshit deal with paying tribute t'the al. Alledge. Fake gods. And I kinda… used my goggles.
[ Holy shit. Calm down, man, maybe his came from a different source than his maman, he thinks, feeling his face going red as he forces himself to look away from the two of them. They should really be going somewhere more private to do things like that- But when was the last time Matt himself really cared a whole lot about privacy? Hell, he can't forget the time he fucked Mello on the couch in that one room.
...the room where they were all high as fuck, but who was counting?
He thumbs at the edge of his glass before taking another swig and finishing the drink off; with a small smile, he looks right at Elfangor, willing to wait for the bottle. ]
Just out of curiosity... where did your goggles originally come from? [ He shrugs. ] You don't have to answer if you don't like...
I'd noticed that in your dreams, you sometimes had those goggles. And after that last one, well, it wasn't too hard to figure out you must have lost them somehow. But I didn't know that you'd used them for tribute.
I never paid tribute. That was one of the perks of living in the woods, I suppose. [Not that he minds his current living situation--he's certainly glad to be sharing a roof (among other things) with Matt, even if things are still somewhat tense with Jessica. Still, the use of the past tense regarding his former accommodations makes him a bit uncomfortable.
So he just takes a considerable amount of sake for himself before passing the bottle.]
[Matt gives his alt a confused look. Why's he so freaked out?]
I felt like it had t'be somethin' important, and that was kinda all I had. I dunno where they came from, 'xactly, I just got 'em at the mall one day, I think. Th' first pair, I mean. When I was seven?
[It wasn't so much the goggles themselves as being able to hide, back then, and behind something that at least approached looking cool. Matt definitely feels they accumulated power, like a personal talisman of some sort, the more he wore them; and for more than a decade, he only took them off to sleep.]
But th' ones I gave up, man. I'd had those since right before Wammy's.
[He drains his own drink: alas, faithful goggles. Or something. Leans closer to Elfangor to nudge him with his shoulder. Matt didn't miss how much sake he took, and thinks he could guess why.]
[ That makes Matt feel better, but he does fill up his cup with sake when he gets the bottle from Elfangor. ]
Oh. Sorry to poke; mine were just from a more important- [ Have a funny look, and he takes a quick drink. ] Mine were from my mother, when I was really little. She always said they were my grandfather's, but she was probably full of shit.
So, it's close to Matt's birthday, is it? Elfangor is not exactly one to regularly celebrate birthdays, and certainly not his own. Not in terms of an Earth calendar. But he knows that such dates are of significance to humans. A ritualized recognition of change over the course of a year; a opportunity to recall and celebrate time already spent together, and to share wishes, hopes, for the future. Usually marked by the presentation of a gift. Hmm, a gift...
He has an idea, and before he can think too much on it, he makes his way to the summoning shop for a quick purchase, before heading to the sake bar.
When he arrives, he spots Matt immediately--makes his way over, and plops down in a chair beside him, pulling out of his satchel an oddly-shaped package. (It's not his fault ( ... )
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Y'got me a present? You didn't hafta get me a present!
[It takes him a second to work out that opening it is easier if he sets his drink down. He rips the paper off, and his eyes go wide.
They're his goggles. Like, seriously, a perfect match for his goggles, the ones he gave up what feels like forever ago. Matt quickly decides the no-take-backsies tribute rule doesn't apply to gifts, and launches himself at Elfangor, hugging him tightly and giving him a messy, but enthusiastic, kiss, PDA be damned.]
They're perfect, they're-- Holy shit, man. Thank you!
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He makes a surprised face when he sees the content of the gift, though. Goggles? he wonders. It's then that he really notices that his other self isn't wearing any, and it starts to dawn on him.
But only just a little. He's still confused about one thing. ]
Hey, dude; where'd your other pair go?
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[And if he makes you uncomfortable at all, Other-Matt, he doesn't notice, as he is far too distracted by his Matt's happiness.]
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You, [he tells Elfangor firmly,] are the best.
[He's putting the goggles on right away, naturally. Everything looks a little weird orange-tinted now, but he still gives a blissful sigh.
He answers his alt as he pours a hefty serving from their bottle of sake and passes it over to Elfangor.]
I didn' know 'bout Yomisato at first, an' there was this, like, bullshit deal with paying tribute t'the al. Alledge. Fake gods. And I kinda… used my goggles.
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[ Holy shit. Calm down, man, maybe his came from a different source than his maman, he thinks, feeling his face going red as he forces himself to look away from the two of them. They should really be going somewhere more private to do things like that- But when was the last time Matt himself really cared a whole lot about privacy? Hell, he can't forget the time he fucked Mello on the couch in that one room.
...the room where they were all high as fuck, but who was counting?
He thumbs at the edge of his glass before taking another swig and finishing the drink off; with a small smile, he looks right at Elfangor, willing to wait for the bottle. ]
Just out of curiosity... where did your goggles originally come from? [ He shrugs. ] You don't have to answer if you don't like...
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I never paid tribute. That was one of the perks of living in the woods, I suppose. [Not that he minds his current living situation--he's certainly glad to be sharing a roof (among other things) with Matt, even if things are still somewhat tense with Jessica. Still, the use of the past tense regarding his former accommodations makes him a bit uncomfortable.
So he just takes a considerable amount of sake for himself before passing the bottle.]
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I felt like it had t'be somethin' important, and that was kinda all I had. I dunno where they came from, 'xactly, I just got 'em at the mall one day, I think. Th' first pair, I mean. When I was seven?
[It wasn't so much the goggles themselves as being able to hide, back then, and behind something that at least approached looking cool. Matt definitely feels they accumulated power, like a personal talisman of some sort, the more he wore them; and for more than a decade, he only took them off to sleep.]
But th' ones I gave up, man. I'd had those since right before Wammy's.
[He drains his own drink: alas, faithful goggles. Or something. Leans closer to Elfangor to nudge him with his shoulder. Matt didn't miss how much sake he took, and thinks he could guess why.]
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Oh. Sorry to poke; mine were just from a more important- [ Have a funny look, and he takes a quick drink. ] Mine were from my mother, when I was really little. She always said they were my grandfather's, but she was probably full of shit.
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