What can I say? I'm pretty good at sneaking into places.
[ they're playful in response to the dryness - the implication of a wink is in their voice - before they hop up out of the chair. they gather up both wine glasses, leaaan on the bar to say something to the shadow bartender... and then come back successfully with a bottle of wine in hand. nice.
they then come over and put their hand on emet's good arm and shadow bloop them both back to emet's room.]
they look around, nosy, wine glass still in hand. ] This place makes me feel like an ant.
[ but they don't seem to mind it all that much. they don't come to sit by emet on the bed at first, but rather - a pair of shadowy wings pull from their back. they flutter once, shape growing in size, before they push off of the ground delicately and float upwards so they can look up at the ceiling. that faint pattern is very hard to see from down there! they also do not spill a single drop of wine while doing this because why would they. ]
Feels different when we've got you guys in here instead of just reading about your preferences and setting the rooms up. 's pretty up here.
they seem very pleased with themselves, reaching up under their veil and probably wiping a tear from their eye, if they have eyes. however, they will come down from their ceiling investigation gracefully, hovering a little bit in front of emet-selch, wineglass in hand. ]
Haha. "Doing nothing for me" - you know it's my job to do stuff for you, not the other way around, right?
[ they snort a little to that, but settle into place - the hovering does stop, as they touch back down on the ground, and the shadowy wings retreat into their back once more. ]
's right. You after one of my Room Service powers, then?
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[ they're playful in response to the dryness - the implication of a wink is in their voice - before they hop up out of the chair. they gather up both wine glasses, leaaan on the bar to say something to the shadow bartender... and then come back successfully with a bottle of wine in hand. nice.
they then come over and put their hand on emet's good arm and shadow bloop them both back to emet's room.]
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[he says, after too long of a pause, and takes his glass back up before aquila bloops them to his room.
you can see my app you know how it looks. emet-selch takes a seat on the edge of his too-big bed, glass in hand.]
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they look around, nosy, wine glass still in hand. ] This place makes me feel like an ant.
[ but they don't seem to mind it all that much. they don't come to sit by emet on the bed at first, but rather - a pair of shadowy wings pull from their back. they flutter once, shape growing in size, before they push off of the ground delicately and float upwards so they can look up at the ceiling. that faint pattern is very hard to see from down there! they also do not spill a single drop of wine while doing this because why would they. ]
Feels different when we've got you guys in here instead of just reading about your preferences and setting the rooms up. 's pretty up here.
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...I do not disagree. It is reminiscent enough of my home that, were I not well aware it were not the case, I could nearly think myself there.
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There are stars up here, aren't there? They're hard to see.
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Better?
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Much.
[ they hum, reaching up to touch one. ] Should've snuck some constellations up here.
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[hmm.]
And which would you have chosen?
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Mine, obviously. [ and then they start snickering which is not very surprising, somehow. ]
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Of course you would have. Do that to your own room.
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[ they laugh, then, tilting their head back with it. ] I could've put a dick up here, and you never would have even known it.
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okay now they're really laughing ]
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[stop hovering by his ceiling and laughing at him! damn!]
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they seem very pleased with themselves, reaching up under their veil and probably wiping a tear from their eye, if they have eyes. however, they will come down from their ceiling investigation gracefully, hovering a little bit in front of emet-selch, wineglass in hand. ]
Haha. "Doing nothing for me" - you know it's my job to do stuff for you, not the other way around, right?
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[their tasks. huffs.]
You know very well what I meant.
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[ they make a little tsk tsk noise, and then take a drink from their wine - the glass disappears under the veil. ]
But if you wanna do favors for me just because, hey, I don't mind that either.
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[he watches the glass disappear, curiously, as he drinks from his own.]
Besides the fact that I will have something to ask from you later, as I said.
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[ they snort a little to that, but settle into place - the hovering does stop, as they touch back down on the ground, and the shadowy wings retreat into their back once more. ]
's right. You after one of my Room Service powers, then?
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[and free aquarius up to help again...
on the other hand these things take time, so.]
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[ this is obviously joking, though. they laugh, and sit on the edge of the bed with their wine glass. ]
But yeah. We'll talk about it later in the week. No problem.
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[but he's probably joking too. it's fine.]
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[ aquila takes another drink, still sounding very amused. ]
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[takes another sip... he is running low on wine by now.]
But I do somewhat miss the capability for flight.
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Something you could do at home? It is pretty great.
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