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]

[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. ]

[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.]

[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.