009M | action; [closed]

[toobig]

Who: Ryan, Bertholdt, Alan, Octavia, and Jamie
Where: Bertholdt and Ryan's apartment
When: Backdated to Saturday 02/08
Why: Alan and Octavia have moved in! And Jamie is a weeabo, is anyone else surprised?
Warnings: Stupid teenager bullshit, probable talk of "yaois," lots of face palming.

[For the most part, getting Octavia and Alan here wasn't that difficult. It had been the middle of the night and they had already been packed up when they'd gotten to Gavin's old apartment. Then it had just been a quick bus trip, with Ryan and Bertholdt wrapped up in scarves (to fight the cold and hide their... deformities,) before they got home. They'd put them up in the (tiny) spare bedroom of his apartment and it wasn't too terrible. Besides Alan's night terrors and the screaming and actually having to buy food again. Other than that, it was okay.]

[Jamie had asked to come over, though, to see Octavia (and Alan, he supposed,) so it was another trip outside for Ryan who brought the little nerdlet to their home from the bus stop. And that was how Bertholdt found himself with three teenagers in his apartment with TV and computers going and snacks all through the living room and... he just kind of had to sit, feeling a little drained.]

Comments

[schild]

[ Gotta admire the kid's dedication, however misplaced it is. Time to switch it up. ]

Well, see, when we kiss-- it's pretty magical, you know? I've memorized the taste of Bertl's lips by now, and they're sweet and salty, like nothing else. I love kissing him, because when we're together like that, I feel safe. Like nothing can get between us. But after we kiss... or well, sometimes during. I mean, just because we start having sex doesn't mean we stop kissing.

[ Jamie abort abort abort it only gets worse... ]

[honestopinion]

[Christ, what even is this?! He's heard sappier stuff from guys on the internet talking about their waifus.] I... please.. stop.

I just wanted to know.. [TAVIA CAN.. ASK.. JAMIE IS DONE..]

[schild]

It's nothing personal against you, Jamie. It's really just not something I feel comfortable sharing. That subject is off-limits, ok?

[ But he'll do you a solid, little guy. Ryan bends down, whispering into Jamie's ear. ]

And for next time; when Bertl says no, it means no.

[ Take that as you will, Jamie. ]

[toobig]

[toobig]

I'm embarrassed you even went that far, though.

[schild]

Talking about kissing is fine, right? I mean we kiss all the time.

[ Like maybe right now, for emphasis. ]

See?

[toobig]

N-nobody needs to know what I taste like...!

[schild]

Desperate times, Bertholdt. Desperate times...

[toobig]

[He just kind of... hides his face in his hands. Good job, Ryan.]

8))))

[drama8om8]

[ Excuse Octavia while she RISES FROM BEHIND A COUCH OR SOMETHING LIKE A TERRIFYING LURKING MONSTER FROM THE DEEP. Has she been there all along, or is this some kind of yaoi sense superpower? WHO KNOWS. ]

So word on the streets is that you only tell people who tops if they are willing to sit through the sordid deets.

I am so very willing to accept that challenge on Jamie's behalf, Bara Dad. For like. Truth. And justice! And yaois.

[schild]

[ Oh lord, he should've expected this. ]

....Sorry, Tavia. That was a Jamie-exclusive offer.

[drama8om8]

Super unfair. Withholding the deets from me but offering them to Jamie is like. Hells of prejudiced! This is why I need feminism.

[schild]

[ Ryan sighs. Kids. ]

I'll level with you, Octavia. It's a scare tactic. I can't of anything that could scare you off.

[drama8om8]

[ A WISE MOVE, RYAN. Ego-boosting is always a good dealing-withOctavia tactic. ]

Well. I guess I am pretty tough. And cool. And unscare-able. But I made a bet with Jamie about which of you was the seme and which was the uke! So can you at least say who is more dominant outside the confines of the yaoibed? It's you, right?

[schild]

[ Ryan has to run the sentence "outside of the contents of your yaoibed" in his head a few times to decipher the meaning of it. Good lord. ]

Well, you can figure that one out yourself, can't you?

[ If he doesn't answer, it's not his fault... ]

[drama8om8]

 

 

 

Oh my god it's Bertmom isn't it jesus dick I owe Jamie some pirate gold.

[toobig]

Is it that hard to believe?

[drama8om8]

Of course it is! You're all quiet and shit. And not in the masterful broody way! No offense. You have blown my fucking mind.

[toobig]

I thought the "rule" or whatever was that the taller one was anyway. I've edited enough romance novels...

[S I G H]

You better give Jamie his booty, Octavia. He's been waiting.

[drama8om8]

Bee ess! I'm tiny and I boss people around all the time. If I was a dude I would be hella seme. The seme-est. Alan's ass would be fucking ravaged.

 

 

 

I mean, uh, right. Booty.

[honestopinion]

...............

[honestopinion]

YES YES YES YES YES YES!!

[Que the middle schooler jumping about in victory!
All the hells yeah, pirate gold!!!]

[drama8om8]

Shut your dumb face.

[ NOT ACTUALLY SOUNDING MAD. And digging the promised pirate coin out of her pocket! ]

Here you go. Actual genuine pirate gold from another world! I could make a joke about you getting your hands on my booty but I won't since you're like. Ten years old.

[honestopinion]

I'M THIRTEEN!

[That same voice-cracking scream only suffocated with his overly joyed smiles in adoration over the gold.]

[drama8om8]

Close enough! Too young for butt jokes.

 

Just mentioning them and not making them doesn't count.