Heeeeeey, Puck dimly remembers Atton! He's a blast.
He certainly deserves to be showered with love and affection.
... Or, more accurately, to shower some other mystery soul with love and affection. Whatever, man. It's all the same. We're all part of the same love, you know? Like, universal love.
End-of-the-universal love.
The kind of love that involves Puck sprinkling love-in-idleness on Atton's eyes and promptly disappearing to the rafters.
"Yeah," Frown. "But he was just to distract me, see. Because I thought we couldn't be together - But, y'see, I realised, while I was sleeping, that we can."
Pause. And then, with the tone of somebody who's just realised something deep and meaningful.
"That's probably why the universe keeps ending. It'll keep doing that until we get together." This makes perfect sense.
Sam eyes Atton. "I think I can say quite definitively that no, I'm not."
There is, right now, a very complicated moral debate raging in Sam's sleep-addled head regarding how to fix whatever the hell's going on. Also, a debate on how likely Atton is to kill him later.
Atton stares at him, for a moment, crestfallen, before settling into a scowl and punching the wall. Atton's knuckles come away bleeding, the wall comes away practically demolished.
But then, after a few moments, it reverts back to being perfectly okay with a slight popping noise. Atton's knuckles don't, so much.
"'Course. I'm not good enough for you, right?" There may be little tears in Atton's eyes. If there are, this is the first time he's come close to crying since long, long before entering Milliways. "But, y'see, Sam, I love you. And, and, we're destined t'be together, y'know?"
Sam facepalms. "Fucking hell, Atton. Seriously, just... don't."
He's almost itching to get inside Atton's head and trying to sort this out, right now. But he also knows full well that Atton's not going to be happy about him doing that, afterwards, so it's probably best to at least see if it's going to wear off.
Atton decides not to just be contrary and kick it instead. Because Sam doesn't want him to do something, and even if Atton's angry and hurt, he doesn't want to make Sam unhappy. That would be bad.
Really bad.
"I'm not on anything, Sam, I can't believe you'd say that." Atton frowns.
He certainly deserves to be showered with love and affection.
... Or, more accurately, to shower some other mystery soul with love and affection. Whatever, man. It's all the same. We're all part of the same love, you know? Like, universal love.
End-of-the-universal love.
The kind of love that involves Puck sprinkling love-in-idleness on Atton's eyes and promptly disappearing to the rafters.
Dude.
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Pause. And then, with the tone of somebody who's just realised something deep and meaningful.
"That's probably why the universe keeps ending. It'll keep doing that until we get together." This makes perfect sense.
No, really, it does.
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Sam is getting a worryingly plausible idea, right now. He always was fond of Shakespeare.
(He is never, never never never never never ever, falling asleep in the bar again, now.)
"...Atton, don't take this the wrong way, but you might want to shut up. You'll be better for it when whatever this is wears off."
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"...You're really going to regret this when it wears off," Sam muses. And, of course, I am never, ever going to stop teasing you about it.
Pause.
"Wait, it will wear off soon, right?"
Oshitz, what if it doesn't?
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He peers at Sam, for a moment.
"You're just in denial, right? 'Cause you've been hurt so much."
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Sam eyes Atton. "I think I can say quite definitively that no, I'm not."
There is, right now, a very complicated moral debate raging in Sam's sleep-addled head regarding how to fix whatever the hell's going on. Also, a debate on how likely Atton is to kill him later.
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Right?
"'Kay - So you want to head upstairs, then?" There may be a hand on Sam's thigh. And a slightly crazy look in Atton's eyes.
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Damnit, this is really not fair. Stupid Milliways. Stupid Atton. Stupid magic.
He very carefully removes Atton's hand from his thigh.
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But, then, he also said no.
"Why not? I mean, you don't want to wait until our wedding night or something weird like that, do you?" Atton has said wedding all planned out.
It will be a beautiful service, really.
"I'm not ... I'm not coming on too strong, am I? But you said you weren't in denial, anymore."
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"I... what?" This is quite an achievement on Atton's part; he may be the first Milliways inhabitant to make Sam splutter.
Splutter, Sam, splutter!
When he's coherent: "I'm not in denial, Atton. I'm not in love with you, either, and you have no idea how much you're going to regret this, later."
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But then, after a few moments, it reverts back to being perfectly okay with a slight popping noise. Atton's knuckles don't, so much.
"'Course. I'm not good enough for you, right?" There may be little tears in Atton's eyes. If there are, this is the first time he's come close to crying since long, long before entering Milliways. "But, y'see, Sam, I love you. And, and, we're destined t'be together, y'know?"
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Sam facepalms. "Fucking hell, Atton. Seriously, just... don't."
He's almost itching to get inside Atton's head and trying to sort this out, right now. But he also knows full well that Atton's not going to be happy about him doing that, afterwards, so it's probably best to at least see if it's going to wear off.
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Really bad.
"I'm not on anything, Sam, I can't believe you'd say that." Atton frowns.
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