liveslaughsloves | [limelight

[chuckles, a fond sort of amusement]

Yes... I can see it.

What are you seein’ with that knowing gaze.

You both have that... certain kind of energy.

I'm sure it was nice.

I think…so? I don’t know, but from what he’s said about it we were pretty chill.

[a little flash of a smile]

We were gonna set up movie nights on the boat and figure out how to hang out again. But things keep kinda blowing up on his end or mine with all the stuff happening.

I think that's all the more reason for you to do it, in spite of the blowups.

... Unless they are... the very literal kind of blowups, of course.

We haven’t built any bombs yet. Is there a bomb?

I was thinking of the performances, so maybe not quite that literal.

Yet.

Oh we’ve jinxed it.

[half joking.

maybe]

If Forge does it first, then it won't be as exciting for the producers, perhaps.

Or they’ll be petty as hell and double down if they were planning it.

[exhales]

Enough people are pokin’ and proddin’ I think we save the bomb for when a bomb would be a really good best application.

I wish we didn't have to consider this seriously at all.

If wishes were horses we could walk on all the backs of the swimming horses to Port Manteau again.

[stares at him for a long moment.

reaches and.

pulls on his cheek, lightly.]

‘eyyyyyyyyyyyy…

[cheekpulled. bullied]

More movie nights, less bombs.

[whiny]

Have ‘em with me too then!

All right.

Good!

[tips a little further in the direction he was being pulled, and then—poof

there’s a kakapo sitting on your shoulder now Shura]

[straightens up, startled]

W-What.

Ha! Got you.

[squishes his fluffy bird cheek into Shura’s, like a differently-textured kitty]

[this is so weird but in like a good way. smiles, once the initial surprise wears off, and reaches up to carefully pet his head]

You did.

This suits you, I must say.

It’s my best form for bird hugs.

[fluffs up into the petting]

[for an instant, his breath catches and he goes very still. a million thoughts and feelings rushing through him]

[buuuut that's like,

his own problem.

skill issue.

he exhales with a small sigh and closes his eyes, leaning into fluffy bird as he continues petting him. this is the important thing right now]

Mm. I don't disagree.

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