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Sunny & Omori ([personal profile] sadpoem) wrote2020-02-08 08:28 pm

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action, early October

[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-10-11 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)

[You know what’s a great way to express heartfelt gratitude towards someone whose presence your dubious emotional stability hinged on for roughly fourteen days straight? Alcohol. If you’re Aubrey, the answer is alcohol.

[No, really. It’s good—can be good, to a point. And Sunny’s wanted to try. So here’s Aubrey with the ice cold bottles straight from Quartz, a copious amount of water on standby, and even some chill music courtesy R0sie—although the RoomBBa has been banished to the corner lest clumsy feet trip. For that matter, the floor’s been freshly-cleared of wayward plushes and other potential obstacles, though Aubrey’s left some papers out for drunken doodles or the like. Sharp objects have been put away, to the best of her ability.

[She has no idea what kind of effect this will have on Sunny, really. But in the hopeful interest of a good time, Aubrey’s keeping herself sober. For now?

[Except, that is, for just the smallest toast. Just for the heck of it. Whether they’ve just gotten started or been at this for a while, she’s watching him closely.]

How’s it feel?

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-10-12 02:26 am (UTC)(link)

[Drinks are drinks. If nothing else, a quiet joy.

[Which means they’re perfect, even before the first drop hits her throat. And it does, as Sunny takes his own drink; Aubrey didn’t raise her glass for nothing. It took more than this to mess her up last time.]

It’s pretty good. [Punctuated with a small nod. His face scrunch is cute.] I think it took me… hm, two or three? [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?] To start feeling any different. Just take it slow. [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?

[Not important!] And we have plenty of water, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t go overboard—you know the spiel. [Or at least, she’s gone over it in her head enough to put the Maruki water war to shame. Experience is nothing if not a teacher.]

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-10-12 03:55 am (UTC)(link)

[There’s a half-silly, half-serious protest on her tongue, until: “We’re safe.”

[Her playfully-obstinate expression softens. But she nudges his foot back anyway, light.]

…Yeah. [The last thing he needs is you you freaking out first.] We are safe. And you’ll be fine.

[Aubrey gives the bottle a swirl, sighing lightly.] I’m glad. [She means it.]

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-10-12 04:15 am (UTC)(link)

[I already did for weeks. Not a conversation she wants to have right now.

[Aubrey lifts the bottle to her lip again, but doesn’t tilt it. Just to move while Sunny does, really.]

I mean… someone has to be responsible. [With the cadence of a tease.] You saw the texts.

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-10-12 06:04 am (UTC)(link)

[From anyone else, that nudge might not land—or land entirely wrong. From Sunny? Hell, Aubrey adores him.]

Me? [Spare hand splayed on her chest, mock-offended.] Soft? As if.

[Okay. Fine. She takes a swig. Sunny’s really forcing her hand here.
[It’s so… sweet....]

Is this gonna turn you into a bad boy?

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-10-12 06:34 am (UTC)(link)

Hmm…

[Amongst the banter, she’s still watching him. It can’t be the alcohol flushing his face already, can it…?]

I think… we could be bad together. [Accompanied by just the smallest of smiles; mischievous, too. But the follow-up is wholly genuine:] I like Sunny whether he’s a good boy or a bad boy or… anything in between.

[A beat.]

Even a cat-boy.

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-10-14 06:09 am (UTC)(link)

[Aubrey’s grin is wide and immediate, no alcoholic influence necessary. She immediately reaches forward to scritch his feline ears, like some kind of irresistible primal instinct. It’s bad enough when the robot does it already.]

You are! [Small pat to his hair, too, while she’s here.] That was fast… I remember it taking a few minutes the first time.