essek

[frostfist]

this may come back to bite me in the ass later but for now

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w1 monday

[frostfist]

[ cont from here because i am not letting yuul win completely


anyway. aventurine is gone and they are both on the bed. cool. wriothesley will finally sit back up though. ]

The bed really is very comfortable. You should take a nap while you can. I can find something else to do in the meantime.

[ he'll mourn the bed but essek is clearly suffering more here. ]

[unconsecuted]

[US SNATCHING THIS RIGHT OUT OF YUUL'S HANDS FOR THAT TRANSGRESSION.

Essek sighs gently and turns just enough to glance back. Wriothesley is so lucky he is such an agreeable man.]

It's fine. You can rest. I will just... lie on this side if I need to do so.

[They can literally leave anytime. Maybe. WAIT.]

Did he take the only food we had...?

[frostfist]

[ scared to find out what happens if they all do leave

good thing there are more pressing matters to focus on right now! like their food. damn. maybe they really will have to leave. that's wriothesley's sign to actually get up off the bed, a frown on his face. ]

I wouldn't really consider chocolates and champagne real food but....looks like it.

[ though maybe there's something hidden in a desk/table drawer somewhere....? time to hunt. conveniently, while he is hunting, a nice tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades starts glowing. it says MURDER. ]

[unconsecuted]

[Wow, okay. That is some word to have shining on your back, buddy. MURDER? After he has been murdered?! It's fine. Both brows rise, quick, and then lower again, quick.

He does not get up to retreat out; he doesn't even budge really.]

What is it that you do, Wriothesley? Back home, I mean. [Maybe this is a bit forward even though Wriothesley spent so long asking him questions.] If you would rather gossip about Aventurine instead, I don't mind.

Punishment for his crimes.

[frostfist]

[ completely unaware that he just has an extremely damning word glowing through his shirt: ]

Management. [ said casually as he opens a drawer to find....well, probably lube but we'll never know since he closes it right away, frowning. ] I run a production facility back home. It's a lot of accounting, mostly.

[ does this make essek feel better :) ]

w2, monday

[unconsecuted]

[Imagine I put them back in the hotel again to match the other Monday thread before this (no).

They are in Blair's because Essek has held Wriothesley to a toe ring. He is browsing through things while Frumpkin repeatedly smacks low hanging jewelry fruit.]

Come to find some of your own?

[frostfist]

[ we can always go back--

while frumpkin paws at the low hanging jewelry fruit, wriothesley has his eyes on the goods higher up. ]

I did say I would, didn't I? I'm a man of my word.

[ except there are so many toe rings he does not know where to start. please help. ]

[unconsecuted]

[One for each toe! Maybe sometimes two or three for each toe. Go all out with your big, manly feet.

Essek turns his head away in a polite effort not to laugh. Ok. He looks back again.]

You will need something a bit thicker. It will fit your aesthetic better.

[Let's look at the thick boys.]

[frostfist]

[ i regret this thread actually

but wriothesley is not a coward like me, and is happy to follow essek's lead ]

My aesthetic? [ his turn to sound amused. ] Have you gotten a clear vision of my style already?

[unconsecuted]

A little, I should think. You are tall and not so delicate, so something dainty would look bizarre on you, I believe.

Here.

[He picks up two to show Wriothesley: one that is burnished silver, a bit wider than Essek's own; one that is black, also a bit wider. They are plain, no flashy designs, but still charming.]

What do you think of these?

w3, monday

[unconsecuted]

[Here we are... Sweet Peas and Corn Milk. The best place to be. Essek seems a tad bewildered, but more in an amused way.

Hello, Wriothesley, thank you for being here, too. Essek hands Wriothesley a little cup.]

Corn latte?

[ENJOY. Frumpkin can be seen behind him and to the side, half-buried in a barrel of shucked corn kernels...]

[frostfist]

[ he's taking notes for his future insane mail ]

Depends. Does it have clown milk in it?

[ but he takes the cup anyway. ]

[unconsecuted]

By the looks of the place and also their idol, I imagine it's probably corn or pea milk.

[He has not had a taste. He has immediately given it to Wriothesley.]

I must preemptively apologize for this week coming.

[frostfist]

[ he makes a face. ]

I'm not usually one to judge, but that's too many different kinds of milk.

[ not that it stops him from lifting the latte cup to his lips, though he pauses at that oh-so-ominous pronouncement. ]

Oh? What for?

[unconsecuted]

There is a lot of unnecessary kind of milk.

[Essek will agree with Wriothesley on that. His brows furrow.]

Well, I'm not sure if you have experienced it yet today, and I'm not sure if you experienced it wherever you had your last, um, escapade, but -

[And that is all he gets out. Wriothesley is hit very suddenly out of the blue by a memory.

Wriothesley is a familiar indigo-skinned man standing with another man just inside of a room within a larger, magically made sort of "house."]

w6, monday

[unconsecuted]

[all of our threads are mondays, i'm losing it. also does this for you because you are too shy and also have like 7 starters to do.]

Have you made any plans for dinner?

[frostfist]

[ shakes with rage ]

Have you tried Undercooked yet?

[unconsecuted]

[I REALLY CAUGHT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TAGGGG.]

I can see you live your life very dangerously.

[frostfist]

Meaning?

[ you have the power to stop this, essek ]

[unconsecuted]

Meet me in the park with the pink trees. Twenty minutes.

w6 tuesday

[frostfist]

[ wow look, we finally have a non-monday pc

anyway i'm not a coward ]

Busy?

[unconsecuted]

[this is the most hilarious thread not to be a monday really

A part of him wants to be a smartass, but he is trying to be a nicer man now.]

No. What can I do for you, Mr. Wriothesley?

[frostfist]

[ what if he likes smartass essek ]

I believe we have a conversation to finish. Unless you'd like to do the running away this time.

[unconsecuted]

[He knows. He remembers Wrio being delighted by biting too.]

I believe you are the only one who has run away. I'll pretend it's strategic.

Where would you like to meet?

[frostfist]

[ if essek wants to bite again he will not be opposed ]

Simulanka. Ten minutes.