this bed is like a goddamn cloud. the blanket is soft and silky featherdown. it's ideal, for a normal person who wants to be comfortable when they haven't been comfortable in a bed many times!
aquila, who has not slept well a single night in this bed, watches her lay down, amused, and then sighs, overdramatic. ]
First she steals my notes, then she steals my bed...
this tackle plan is genius and they are very strong. however, aquila has exactly enough time to tackle lup before he is being RUDELY TICKLED where he then immediately almost squeals with the force of a laugh and tries to get away goodbye ]
[ this is like shriek laughter at this point, voice half cracking like a teenager's because he is laughing so hard - aquila grabs for both of her hands to try and pin them down so he's not being ruthlessly attacked anymore by a cheater >:( ]
[oh, that makes her so fond, the voice cracking. she laughs, but he grabs her hands and pins them down and it's no use, she's stuck. she makes a huffy sound, ear and a half flicking.]
[ unfortunately, the ear flicks and the huffiness and the fondness are very cute which softens the blow to his dignity. he huffs, and just kind of looks down at her, a little flustered from this merciless assault.
there's a pause, and he shifts enough to adjust his grip - and then abruptly pulls a hand free so she's just holding glove. that way he can put his ice cold corpse fingers on the very first strip of bare skin he sees with a smug -]
[ because he's been slowly and systematically poisoning himself since he was nine :D
anyway
aquila will gladly take this victory - he's deeply pleased as he manages to vaguely dodge the kick but not the glove, and then just gives up, dropping backwards onto the fluffy bed with a laugh and reaching under his veil to wipe away a fake tear of laughter. ridiculous. he'll take his glove back and go to put it on though. lup can see he's wearing her crab bracelet still in the meantime. ]
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this bed is like a goddamn cloud. the blanket is soft and silky featherdown. it's ideal, for a normal person who wants to be comfortable when they haven't been comfortable in a bed many times!
aquila, who has not slept well a single night in this bed, watches her lay down, amused, and then sighs, overdramatic. ]
First she steals my notes, then she steals my bed...
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she flops a bit, ignoring the food she brought and curling up with a pillow.]
You are so upset about the notes! Write some new ones! The bed is mine, though, unfortunately.
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they let her curl up for now, though, plucking a sandwich off of of the tray absently. ]
I'll wrestle you for it. [ aquila, ]
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a pause, as she slooooowly looks at them]
I will win. [she has a str score of 8 but she also knows you're ticklish]
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Is that a challenge?
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It might be! If you spill food on the bed I'll gently set you on fire, though. I still have my locket. Don't test me.
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honestly they could say something clever here about have you ever known me to spill anything
instead they just (gently) tackle her backwards ]
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she flails a little, and then - immediately goes to try and tickle them? just, like, goes for it]
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this tackle plan is genius and they are very strong. however, aquila has exactly enough time to tackle lup before he is being RUDELY TICKLED where he then immediately almost squeals with the force of a laugh and tries to get away goodbye ]
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she cackles, jingling all over the place because her hair trinket, absolutely chasing him as he tries to wiggle away]
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[ this is like shriek laughter at this point, voice half cracking like a teenager's because he is laughing so hard - aquila grabs for both of her hands to try and pin them down so he's not being ruthlessly attacked anymore by a cheater >:( ]
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You should know better than to challenge me.
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there's a pause, and he shifts enough to adjust his grip - and then abruptly pulls a hand free so she's just holding glove. that way he can put his ice cold corpse fingers on the very first strip of bare skin he sees with a smug -]
Hm?
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her instinct is to kick him in the side and throw the glove in his face, squeaklaughing]
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anyway
aquila will gladly take this victory - he's deeply pleased as he manages to vaguely dodge the kick but not the glove, and then just gives up, dropping backwards onto the fluffy bed with a laugh and reaching under his veil to wipe away a fake tear of laughter. ridiculous. he'll take his glove back and go to put it on though. lup can see he's wearing her crab bracelet still in the meantime. ]
Hah. [ victory ]