text, un: gautier, cw: some references to alcohol use and sexual content

[laidtocrest]

[Specifics tbd, but there's a drunk Midnight involved and he doesn't have a shirt and might've lost his pants. he's fucking naked.

But for now.]

a guy lost his clothes to the washer. anybody saw a pink shirt?

[Attached is a picture of Midnight. I have no fanart, so you must imagine this guy: no shirt, Jojo-posing, wearing a pink feathery thing, drunk, fly open.]

and here's the guy who lost his stuff

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[broca]

[ A little stretched out probably isn't a bad thing right now, considering Midnight is opting to wear it over other clothing anyway. There's extra bulk on him right now that helps make up for not being as broad as Broca in the chest or arms department.

Which, speaking of arms, one is shooting out and planting itself on Midnight's chest to keep him out of proper hugging range. It's a real generous gift there, but Broca's tail fluffs up and his ears pin back in mild horror as he realizes what's happening here. ]

Don't.

[laidtocrest]

You're right - I'm not just a collection of faults, I'm a handsome collection of faults. [This is said brightly, firmly, like this is the big takeaway from what Dimitri had told him and he's inspired by the realization that he's a collection of faults in a pretty package, but then...Sylvain laughs. A little shivering laugh.]

Sorry, sorry, I had to. [Arm squeeze!] Thanks, really. You're the only person who really gets me here, for better and for worse.

[laidtocrest]

[Like a very tired dog, Sylvain stands up and walks over and puts his arm around Midnight's...whatever seems safest, giving him a half-hold half-hug half-tug away from Broca.]

If you need to hug it out with someone I'm here, alright?

[unrequite]

[ ??? For why no hug for cat???????

But Midnight is very happy to be pulled away, and turns to redirect all that hug energy to Sylvain. There's even a mildly awkward headpat thrown in for good measure! ]

You're skipping the line, Sylvain. Never fear, though, I've enough for everyone.

[ subtext: You're next, Broca. ]

[stubboarn]

Where did the handsome come from? That wasn't anywhere near my statement.

[ just kidding. also, don't worry. he's going to - what can he do that won't kill sylvain, his equivalent of disagreeing and arm-squeezing and so on - okay, he's going to shake his head in great disappointment yet again. ]

But it seems like this encounter really affected you, if we're back to your terrible jokes. [ dimitri looks at him thoughtfully, staring at him askance in a way that at least makes his blue eyes less intense at him. ] Do you need to take your mind off things? Want to go somewhere else and kill time before we head back? I'm sure the cleaning can wait.

[ yes, he'll postpone chores for him if it means he'll feel better. ]

[broca]

[ Appreciative looks are hard for Broca to pull off even when he's not busy looking disgruntled at drunks trying to hug him, but he's attempting to give Sylvain one right now, even with those ears still flat against his head.

He'll be stepping back out of hugging range now while he has the chance. ]

No you don't.

[ This isn't a challenge. This is a command. ]

[laidtocrest]

[Years of combat training mixed with years of...being a whore...bad life choices...terrible life choices, really, these life choices? Terrible. Anyway, they're paying off now. Sylvain is giving Midnight the best hug he can give, a nice and reassuring one with slightly brotherly undertones but nothing too weird, nothing that assumes but gladly supports.]

Let's give him some space, yeah?

[Punctuated with a nice and reassuring backrub, even, as he stalls so Broca can get some distance in. Teamwork! Or something.]

[laidtocrest]

[...he's so tempted to take shameless advantage of this.]

...how bad's the mess?

[It might gnaw at him. The mess? It might bother him. He might need to clean it.]

[stubboarn]

Oh, er - [ dimitri frowns as he tries to remember how badly he'd done in the kitchen, which is hard because he wanted to Block It Out. ]

- well, two of our pots have black char at the bottom, and there's several containers around. [ glancing quickly at his face - ] But I put all of them into the sink, and I wiped down the counter and the stove? So it's ... not too messy, I don't think, it's just that they're all piled up in the sink at the moment.

[ is that ... ok? .... ]

[laidtocrest]

[Okay, he's nodding, he's envisioning it, he's imagining the damage, not too bad, not bad at all. It's workable.]

Let's grab some snacks on the way back and then see how bad things are. [Knight girding himself for battle, let's go.]

[stubboarn]

It's good to have nice things for yourself - especially after your hard work trying to help someone.

[ dimitri remembers something and briefly tells him - ] I saw a different kind of snack in this one store I went in. It was a chocolate bar, of some sort. The chocolate covered a mixture of granola with nuts and seeds, and it had a chewy centre.

[ a PERFECT mix of textures for him. ] We should try it.

[unrequite]

[ Whore to whore communication... Anyway, Midnight will make the hug snuggly, because of course he will, even if he's a bit resistant to the idea of dear Operator Broca never getting a hug, ever. For!!! Why??? ]

Well, for now, yes, but I want him to know that the offer is on the table at all times. Open. Operator, if you would like to redeem your hug, all that needs doing is a simple message via the network. I will welcome you with quite literal open arms.

[broca]

[ The almost funny (almost, but Broca's not laughing) absurdity of this situation does land with Broca. Sylvain is clearly the youngest here, but he's talking to Midnight like he's a child, which... fair given his drunken shenanigans.

Drunk or not though, Broca doesn't feel the need to coddle as he decides to respond to that offer bluntly. ]

I won't.