WHEREIN DUG INSTIGATES A SEX LOG (Context Needed™)

[illiterage]

who ; Fenris, Gem, and Eric
what ; Post-Dug and Co. chasing Fenris chasing up a tree and the ensued rescued courtesy of Eric and Gem.
where ; End of the Line
when ; Nov. 25 (Happy Thanksgiving, kids)
warning(s) ; sexsexsexsexsexsex

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[northborn]

Eric was lounging in one of the corners of the couch, Fenris pulled up against his side casually. He'd never seen something like him before, all tan skin and pale hair, pointed ears and those patterns all over. He has a hand curled in the elf's hair, scratching his scalp as he waits for him to wake. Drinks are set out on the table in front of them.

His other hand was stretched out to Gem, resting on her thigh, but it was a chaste spot, closer to her knee than between her legs. He makes a soft, pleased sound when Fenris starts to stir and he raises his brows at Gem, chuckling quietly.

"Seems our guest is waking."

[survivethesiren]

Gem didn't deny that helping Fenris gave her a sense of...accomplishment.

Assitance was her original programming; despite the changes in her systems, the helping of others were important to her. He had hit his head on the way down, but there wasn't anything that could have helped that.

He was fine now, safe. She had prepared the drinks, and as she leaned her head against Eric's shoulder, he seemed to be waking up just fine.

The gentle hum of her processors and the light golden glow of her circuits filled the room.

"Fenris, my dear." She looked down at the elf, cool blue eyes watching. "Garrett isn't here. But the dogs are gone, at least."

[illiterage]

The gentle thrum in his teeth is what ultimately puled him back into reality. Such a chatter in the bone only came from being around the more basic of Basics, as Flynn would call them. It was subdued to a point where it was..comfortable, familiar from a constant exposure. The lyrium in his skin working as a sort of conductor, Fenris let the buzz in his mouth force him awake. First his eyes open, then his mouth.

He saw musclar thigh, then a familar face. He had the first letter of the name right, it would seem.

"Gem."

It wasn't a question; he was well aware this particular Program had a penchant for coming to the assistance of others. The man attached the leg he was curled against, however, was a vague stranger. He hissed in quieted distress but made no move

[northborn]

Eric can't indulge in drinks himself, but he had owned a bar in his home universe for a reason. He enjoyed watching humans flit about and be human. Drinks were much more tolerable on the nose and eyes than food ever was. He smiles at Gem, then makes a small headshake at Fenris's reaction to him. He expected as much.

He leans, lifting one of the glasses to offer to the elf. "Have a drink."

Eric's skin is cold, unlike Gem's. Not freezing, but a degree or two lower than a human's would be. He presses a cold hand against the back of Fenris's neck, just to be a dick. Also to aid his waking.