expulse | (no subject)

[ their boba dates ]

On most tests, you don't get all the answers. Sometimes you have to take the pen and write them in yourself. [ as if to punctuate his point, he taps a finger over sylus' hand.

it's true that this is the extent of what he'll say. it's also the truth that it's more than he's told anyone outside of the context of what people have seen here, or his jokes about a sea god. ]

Now is it my turn?

[ You want to hold hands? But he doesn't mind, carrying the weight of what Rafayel has shared, and prepared to use that to continue piecing together the story.

He tucks his shard into his jacket pocket, and then lifts a brow. ]

I don't have any secrets.

[ Except those relating to his business. ]

[ he's not holding your hand!! gently gives it a flick... ]

That sounds like something someone who has a ton of them would say, actually.

[ ... ] You don't want to tell me about what you get up to?

[ Flicks back. ]

Are you that interested in Onychinus? Are you going to ask for the armoury passwords and my bank PIN next?

[ hey!!! turning his head quickly to give him a look???

tries to shoo sylus' hand further away from him. ]

Your weapons don't interest me, and do I look broke to you?

[ You flicked him first? Just keeps smiling at him. ]

You look greedy.

[ that's inconsequential... ]

That depends on what I want. [ ... and don't they both know what that is? ]

Anyway, I'm tired. Turn on a movie or something.

[ Turns on the TV.

Pornography plays. ]

[ WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!

rafayel turns to stare at him. give him the remote. ]

[ THEY'RE IN A LOVE HOTEL? WHAT ELSE IS GOING TO BE AVAILABLE??

Hands him the remote. ]

[ he changes the channel...

and it's also pornography. ]

[ Looks at him judmentally. ]

[ in turn, he looks at sylus like it's all his fault.

he turns off the tv to pout in silence. ]

[ What the heck... Gently shoves Rafayel so that he's on his back and hovers over him. ]

[ he looks up at sylus and decides he doesn't like it...

he plants his hands down and tries to get up, before he almost hits his head on sylus'— ]

Move over. [ why are you making him a bottom ]

[ I'm not assigning him anything.

Stays put. ]

I'm taking in the view.

What's there to see that you can't normally?

[ trying to touch the console for the lights in the room...

he struggles before just pushing sylus' chest instead because it's easier. ]

Are you normally beneath me?

[ ?

Takes the hand pushing his chest and holds it. ]

No, but does it make a difference?

[ he looks at the hand sylus is holding...

and he applies a bit more pressure before giving up and laying back. he sighs loudly like a pet who doesn't pay rent. ]

[ Just give up.

Thank you. Let's go of his hand so that he can focus on the view, like he said. Taking in the irritated expression, the length of his neck and the tension in his shoulders.

He really looks like a trapped animal.

The impulse that flashed in his head and chest cools, and he shifts back slightly. If Rafayel shoves him again, he'll go back. ]

[ he does give up, at least for now.

maybe later when he finds an opening, he'll bank on that.

but as it stands, he can tell sylus seems oddly alert right now. isn't this supposed to be his bed time...? rafayel's eyes glance to the clock, but he's probably wrong. he feels a certain tension behind his gaze, and the silence that settles between the two of them. it's not uncomfortable being around sylus, but this position is kinda...

so he has no choice but to break the silence. ]

Are you done looking? [ he can't help the heat rising to his face. ]

[ This position is kinda what? How would you know what it's kinda like, virgin?

WHY ARE YOU INSERTING RANDOM HEADCANONS ABOUT SYLUS' BEDTIME is it because you're embarrassed? I understand. I am also embarrassed. But unfortunately, Sylus delights in Rafayel's discomfort. ]

You're looking a little red, princess. [ Hello. Tilts his head to get him to look back at Sylus. ] Don't tell me your head's in the gutter?

[ you know, even virgins have the power of their imagination??

that's probably not any real save, but i tried... either way, rafayel is clearly having a hard time keeping his expression in check, especially when his head is now turned to face back to him directly. ]

Instead of focusing on where my head is, shouldn't you focus on where your hands are?

[ What does his expression look like? ]

[ don't make me spell it out...

basically like he's the pleading emoji, but also looking a little indignant. you know, while simultaneously trying to read what sylus' intentions are. ]