Now Kiss!

[unheiring]

Who: The Entire (Adult*) Population of the Grove
What: Spin the Bottle Round Three
When: Somewhere in Magic Month
Where: The Inn Lobby
Warnings: Magic will probably go haywire because what's funnier than your emotions spiking and making your windy magic go woosh

*Younger muses can set up their own Spin the Bottle behind the Inn or whatever. Be some punk little rebels I don't care, I'm not your dad.

After two months of terror, it's time for a little whimsy — or so Luca Aurelius says, at least. And since Ain is a perpetual bad influence on him, Luca defaults to the most menacing game he knows: spin the bottle.

The rules are simple, plop down in the middle of a circle and get comfortable. Or maybe you got roped into this by a friend and now you're trying to put on a brave face? Either way, it's time to wait: the bottle will land on you eventually, right?. At that point, the rules are simple: kiss!

You can be brave about it and lock lips, or something mildly more. Or if you're trying to play it cool, a kiss on the hand or cheek should suffice. Luca isn't really enforcing any strict rules. The bastard isn't even playing, what the hell.

(Or, to put it all simply and break the fourth wall: drop your character. Add a little description about their behavior/demeanor prior to the kiss, if you want. Then, wait for someone to tag you, while you do some tagging out of your own! Spinning the bottle is a mutual affair, after all. Just remember to take any escalations off comms and to your inboxes, you fucking menaces)

Hope you're ready to resolve some of that tension you've been ignoring!

Comments

[loansharpedo]

Not that I’m going to complain about it, but…if we’re going back to living together, you can skip the formalities. It’s Corbeau.

[He tilts his head, his smile dangerous.]

If I’m having you call me “sir”, it’s when you’ll know you’re in real trouble.

[justacityboy]

[please cease being attractive in front of him his brain literally cannot handle it.]

S...sure. Okay. ...I'm gonna! Do laundry bye.

[he needs to be out of this room for fifteen minutes—]

[loansharpedo]

[ :)

To his credit, Corbeau actually lets Urbain go this time. He’ll busy himself with transporting his own clothing back over from his room to Urbain’s, folding them up neatly in the drawer.

Well, getting to share the room again is a step. Probably not a step Urbain would have ever taken on his own, but a step nonetheless.]

[justacityboy]

[Girl he is crashing out. He is down in the inn laundry room putting things away and just yapping quietly to Floette about how he's down horrendous and they kissed and he liked it and he wasn't intending any of this to happen and and and— meanwhile she simply spins in place and emotes sometimes. There there. Tiny hand on your head, shh, it is okay.]

And I should get him like flowers but I don't know if guys like flowers or if I'm crazy. [She chirps.] Yeah, but a zen garden is different from flowers! You like flowers, you probably have advice.

[She spins. Then points out the window.]

Wildflowers...? Yeah, maybe. ...not right now. I gotta go upstairs. I gotta plan.

[She's just looking at him like boy?? But he's taken the trash out and done the laundry and his face is super stupidly red, so.

Yeah nothing has changed. Up to the room he goes.]

[loansharpedo]

[Corbeau is having himself a little relaxing sit in the recliner in the corner of the room when Urbain returns. He somehow manages to look like a mafia guy sitting in the corner waiting for the protagonist to walk in, except he doesn’t plan to use his gun on Urbain any time soon thank God.]

There you are. I was starting to think you fell in the washer.

[justacityboy]

[obviously Corbeau has to do the full godfather chair turn with Meowstic in his lap now.

Urbain sort of just. Trips into bed and sits there. Floette is looking at this man like she's mad her son won't fess up.]

Nah, just uh... Got distracted.

[...]

So. Breakfast tomorrow! Whatcha want bestie.

[loansharpedo]

[Still in the bestie zone, huh? Well, it’s better than Urbain being completely petrified to talk to him.]

Hm…I have been missing your croissants…

[justacityboy]

[do you want him to open this with babe??? They aren't dating Urbain just is down stupid. You're not babe yet you're bestie.]

Word, let me get some dough going do it rises in time then.

[and then he pauses. And then grins as he gets up.]

Let me get some dough going dough it rises in time. [that was bad and he knows it]

[loansharpedo]

[Listen if you slipped and called him babe he would have just been extremely amused by it.

Instead…Corbeau is heaving a sigh through his nose as he pinches the bridge of it.]

That may have been less horrible if you’d used the pun your first time saying it.

the way that tag has a typo. So* it rises in time. I played myself (my phone played me)

[justacityboy]

Well I just thought of it! After I said the thing! There's a five second delay in my brain man, it's prolly a birth defect.

[it's undiagnosed ADHD dude.]

Already sassing me and you just moved in again! I should be charging rent.

[loansharpedo]

Charge me? I'm not sure you have the balls.

How much would you charge, may I ask?

[justacityboy]

Dunno! Fifty shells a month 'cause I'm a tyrant like that!

[Mixing his dough >:( ]

[loansharpedo]

Fifty? And what exactly do you plan to even do with that much money?

[What do you have to be buying, what do you know.]

[justacityboy]

Apparently, buy a house! [Why are you sooo sassy for] And maybe some new shoes, and a sword 'cause everyone and their mom wants me to stab people now I guess.

[loansharpedo]

A sword? Why bother with a sword when you could get a nice knife?

[Why are you saying it like that.]

Far more useful, never mind practical.

[justacityboy]

Goooorellll. [Are you ever Girl but said fruitier and meaner.] We had this talk. I'm a good, gentle boy. A nice guy. "Boy from next door" sorta movie trope. I am not a psycho killer in a slasher film.

Why does everyone want me to go off the deep end so bad?

[loansharpedo]

It's less that, and more that people don't want you to not be able to protect yourself if and when things go bad around here.

[After all, he can't guarantee he won't get eaten by the Woodcrawlers next time, and then what's Urbain gonna do?]

[justacityboy]

Ugh, that's what the magic's forrrr, I'm gonna learn healing magic and it'll be chill.

[Sorry he's not listening he's kneading the dough. He's fragile :( the thought of murder makes his stomach upset okay.]

[loansharpedo]

Fine, fine...but at least you should be good with a knife for cooking. I think you'd agree that's acceptable?

[It is possible he's just teasing him, at this point. Highly possible.]

[justacityboy]

I— I cooked for you for two months! You watched me chop veggies! I can juggle knives!!!

[The way Urbain's face is red, but NOT for the reasons it's been red this entire time—]

[loansharpedo]

[Corbeau just smiles, like :)]

Oh? So you're saying you're prepared to cook for me for two more months? I'll just have to see that to believe it.

[justacityboy]

Mmrgghhh. I hate you.

[No he doesn't he wants u so bad]

[loansharpedo]

But I don't hate you. I find you rather amusing, in fact.

[He's apparently just going to keep harassing Urbain while he doughs, sorry.]

[justacityboy]

[Pouting. He's going to pout for the rest of the ?? ?? ? ???? time. Possibly forever. He's making his dough and pouting. This is your day Corbeau congrats.]

[loansharpedo]

[Well unfortunately for Urbain...Corbeau isn't done playing with him, not yet. He's still keyed up from the game, and from what he's picked up on from Urbain thus far...

It's given him a lot to consider, even if Urbain is running as hard from it as he can.

So when the croissants are done, he'll come up behind him and speak over his shoulder.]

They smell delicious. I can't imagine how difficult it must be to make them from scratch like you do.