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[twocomplex]

Who: Oren and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Evening...?!

[With his arms stretched wide, Oren is now taking in the view of the Marsiva's large windows.]

Well, I should count myself blessed to witness this with my own eyes! [He laughs, and it sounds joyous, if short. Turning in place, his hands fall back to his sides, and he's flashing a grin around the area. Night. Night, this was definitely night... And there were others here, he'd just not run into them. So what does he do?]

Have I missed the celebrations? The dancing? [Finally, he stops stepping backwards and turns to face the window yet again. Expansive and dark, but as captivating as it was-- what did this mean for Nocta?]

Night falls, and all it's met with is quiet? Tell me, have you all been stunned to silence, or am I left here alone with this view?

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[noctiphile]

I—[Dammit. He walked into this. But, try as he might, he can't back down. This is a matter of dignity! Or... lack of it. He breathes in deep, one hand covering enough of his face to make his words come out slightly muffled.] ... You wouldn't know him. [He hopes.] But, I—[He clears his throat.]—I might have had a... fantasy with someone here. [God, this is public. Please, please don't let him hear.] We... [another cough.] ... Heperformedfellatiointheshowers.

[He says it so fast the words blend together.]

[twocomplex]

[His eyebrows shoot up, but he looks amused more than anything. Even with the way the corner of his lips twitch a little.]

What was that? I didn't quite hear you.

[noctiphile]

No. No. You heard me. I am—I refuse to repeat that.

[he can't feel pain but he's pretty sure he's dying here]

[twocomplex]

Let's hope he doesn't know now! Ah, look now, you're embarrassed still. Stop before you give yourself away.

[So obvious, he'll find out in a heartbeat who this mystery man is, just you wait.]

[noctiphile]

I've already given myself away, you demon! [Goddess. Just... kill him. Oren's done it once, what's stopping him from doing it again? Covering his face, he groans, slumping in the seat.] Oh, curse you, damn prince.

[twocomplex]

Demon, really? [He's hurt, really.]

I'm learning just how far you'll carry on for the sake of an argument, Messiah.

[noctiphile]

Mattias.

And you know damn well how far I'll take it, this was simply the first time you asked about... that.

[twocomplex]

So you're saying I should continue to explore new questions.

[You're a riot.]

[noctiphile]

Don't you dare.

im self conscious using this one now LGFDML

[twocomplex]

Or what?

[He's gonna ruin your pride Mattias it's already sealed. Watch this joke.] Don't be so stiff!

DON'T BE

[noctiphile]

Ha.

Don't make me issue threats, Oren.

[aka he's got nothin]

[twocomplex]

Oh, but I would love to hear them.

[He's literally chinhandsing now.]

[noctiphile]

[Dammit. He seriously has nothing. Whatever, he'll say the first thing to pop into his mind. That always works.]

I will burn every set of clothing you own.

[Could have gone worse.]

[twocomplex]

Are you certain that won't spur any more lewd thoughts, my friend?

[noctiphile]

[Oh, look. The blush is back. It's pretty obvious what he's imagining right now.










Then he's leaning forward, reaching for the comm.]

That's it. I'm leaving. Farewell, Oren.

[twocomplex]

Now, wait one second, hold on!

[He leans forward with a laugh, holding out a hand to the screen to will Mattias to stop-- just to see if he will for this brief second.]

[noctiphile]

[How can he say no to that laugh? Of course he stills, one hand frozen reaching for the comm.]

What?

[twocomplex]

[There's about a few seconds of just staring like he's about to say something important.]

You'd best take a shower, cleanse your mind.

[noctiphile]

[Never before has he looked as disgusted as he is now.]

Oh, fuck off.

[twocomplex]

Scary!

[He's laughing so much, but at least he looks great while doing it ok]

Lighten up a bit, Mattias! You're free to go now.

[noctiphile]

I wasn't waiting for your permission.

Goodbye, Oren. Perhaps next time we meet you won't be a royal pain in the ass.

[MATTIAS OUT DROPS MIC]