[It's not like they'll be hard to heal anyway!! A quick pop into the Nekiya, a Dia, and a pop back, easy-- But that's a nonissue for tomorrow.
Right now, Eli is only growing more flustered, and when told to just ignore it...
Celeste flicks his eyes down, then back up, and decidedly does not ignore anything.]
It doesn't have to.
[Ultimately, if Eli just wants to sit with that he can, but Celeste will be repositioning to also lean back against the AC unit - this time with an arm draped around Eli's shoulders and body as close to him as possible without actively draping over his lap.
It would seem, as blood and alcohol settle in his system, that he's something of an affectionate drunk, and that it's hitting him quickly.]
[ Celeste getting all cozy with him only means he carries on being flustered. Flustered, drunk, and horny, which irks him to no end. It would be fine if he could calm down a bit, but does he really need to cuddle up to him like that?!
Though it isn't the comment about vampires that has him sputtering. Oh no, definitely not that. ]
Christ, Celeste, I ain't giving myself a wristy with you watching like that.
[ Which likely isn't what Celeste was suggesting, and yet, Eli is an idiot, so here we are. ]
[Ultimately, he doesn't need to cuddle up to him like that... Which is all the incentive needed. There's a tipsy, impulsive want to do it, that's all too easily followed through, and now they're, well, like this.
And there Eli goes, sputtering again.]
And you know what I meant.
[For now, he's trusting that Eli isn't quite as much of an idiot as he is, possibly, with one more chance to pick up what he was implying.]
[ Thinking noises, thinking... wot... This does nothing for his blushing. How miserable. ]
But you were flirting with Izou all through breakfast.
[ Dinner? Brinner? Whatever it was they had at the dennihop. He says this as if somehow it cancels out similarly being all over him, Eli, which, honestly? He believes. ]
[He doesn't deny it. What he does do is tilt his head a bit in confusion, which, of course, just ends up as him putting his head on Eli's shoulder instead. Ah. Whoops. Oh well, it's nice, so he's staying put unless moved otherwise.]
And now, I am flirting with you. [Blunt.] ...Poorly. [Blunter.] And I will blame the alcohol for that, tonight.
[Tonight - implying he will probably do it again.]
[ He doesn't understand?! Why is Celeste flirting with him and Izou?! Uh?! Eli won't move when his head finds his shoulder. If anything, he leans his own head over to rest his against the top of Celeste's... ]
...oh. [ don't just stop there say something else, moron ] Well fuck me dead, you're just really into scruffy guys, aren't you...?
[ okay maybe try saying something better next time but it's a start ]
[Because neither of them have told him they want him to stop flirting with either them or with the other one. Simple as that.]
Is that an invitation? [No, 'fuck me dead' is obviously just a turn of phrase, but, listen, Eli opened himself up for that one, and he's not about to just. Not.]
But I suppose I am, aren't I?
[It's definitely a start, because he's not denying it all, or adding qualifiers as to which kinds of scruffy guys! Mostly because it would be digging his grave further in regards to the two scruffy guys in question.]
[ Is that a... NO?! But also?! Eli's quiet a time. Honestly, all this time spent thinking is sapping the energy from the tent down there. He only has so much blood to send places right now, and yet? ]
I can be... if you want to, I guess. [ wait, except for that one part ] I mean, not the dead part, but. Shit. You know what I mean.
[Yeah, he just got snacked on, he only has enough blood left to go one place. Or something like that.
And as the quiet stretches on, Celeste is willing to let it go - if going quiet is Eli's way of trying to rebuff him kindly, or put a pause on thinking about it, then that's actually fine.
And then he answers, and it's not quite a surprise, given everything thus far, but he does still breathe a quiet, fond laugh.]
No, I've got that part covered already. [A pause, as he has to take a moment to gather up all his tipsy braincells.] But what do you want?
[Teasing and cajoling is all well and good, but 'if you want to, I guess' could mean any number of things, good or bad, and he'd really like to be sure of which.]
[ Yeah, he does have that part covered, doesn't he? That earns an amused huff out of Eli, but after that, it sounds like he's being asked to think again, and he hates that. ]
Shit, Celeste, I don't know. [ At least he'll be honest about it. ] I've never done anything with anyone, so how'm I s'posed to know? You're hot... and you like me... I don't get why you like me, but you do... Isn't that good enough?
[Don't worry, Eli, the thinking is a one-time thing, unless minds change somewhere along the way.
And the honesty is appreciated. So much so that he shifts a little bit closer and lets the arm draped over Eli's shoulders drop down to wrap around his waist. It could be a reassuring gesture, if you squint.]
It could be good enough. I can't decide that for you, though.
[Maybe, if he had some experience, the answer would be "let's find out". But he doesn't, so it isn't.]
[ Eli grumbles tiredly and turns his face towards Celeste's hair, nuzzling into it. He wants to complain! Yes, decide for him! Can't it be that easy?! But he won't. So, instead, he works his way to his own conclusion and with great disappointment mumbles, ]
...can we do this when 'm not drunk? I want to, but you want me to decide stuff, and that's hard right now.
[He melts into the nuzzling, even turns to press a kiss to Eli's neck to, just maybe, soothe some of the grumbling and disappointment. Yes, it can be that easy... the second time. Or the third. Or so on. No regrets.]
Of course we can. I will look forward to your flustered expressions again, in that case.
[A gentle tease, to lighten things a bit, if nothing else.]
[If he's so easily riled up with kisses, then he has nothing to worry about regarding whether or not he'll be flustered in the future!]
Then... [A pause as he considers the other options... and his own quiet laugh when he decides that he'd like to see whatever the outcome is.] Then I will be excited to be proven wrong, and eager to see what is in its place.
[A beat. A sigh.]
Mm... though I would miss your blushing face, I think.
[It's absolutely more damning that Celeste is just. Ignoring that statement entirely. He doesn't believe you, Eli, but he'll let you believe it until proven otherwise.]
I am... into, as you say, people who are freely open with their emotions. Like Izou, yes, but also you.
[So, yeah. "Flustered" is just easy mode when he's surrounded by bi disasters who also think they're cool manly men.]
Perhaps too much, sometimes, but, ah, I'd rather be distracted by someone's face than a painting on the wall.
[And now it's his turn to think for a minute. The answer is yes, technically, but he has a choice to make on whether or not to call him cute instead, to elicit some more of that barking he's already established he's so fond of...
The drunk desire to remain comfortably cuddled wins out, ultimately.]
... [ Even like this, yes, he still needs to process that a moment to actually believe it. ] For real? Ha! That's great!
[ Look, people do not look at Eli "mouth full of goddamn wolf teeth and cursing" Walsh and call him handsome. anything his mother says DOES NOT COUNT SHUT UP ]
I, uh, think you're really handsome, too... or... well, more pretty, I guess? For a guy.
[People do not know what they are missing! Though, like, maybe it's worse if they think he's handsome until he opens his mouth. Hmm. His mother is correct, though.]
For real.
[The stilted returned compliment does get a laugh from him, though, utterly ruining any possible attempt he could have made at faking offense at the 'for a guy' addition. So he lets that one go without comment (this time), but that doesn't mean Eli is off the hook entirely.]
Well, that's obvious~
[That Eli thinks he's handsome/pretty or that he is? Yes. The answer is yes.]
Yeah, yeah, it is obvious, but... I wanted to say so, anyway.
[ He wriggles his own arm up from between them so he can slide it around Celeste's shoulders. They're already cuddled up so close, but there's nothing that says he can't tug him so they're flush against one another, side to side.
After all that, he's content to sit here in silence if Celeste will allow it, simply enjoying the lightheaded buzz that the alcohol, the blood loss, and undoubtedly the company all combined have given him.
It's... nice. To sit up on a roof with company like this for once. ]
[And he does mean it. There may be a slight slurring to his words, and his accent may have gotten heavier the longer he's had the alcohol in his system, but he's been consistently genuine the whole night.
And he's ultimately rewarded for it by being tugged even closer. He even elects to drape his legs over Eli's as well, doing his own part to further the contact between them.
He's warm. And for once Celeste isn't simply sapping heat away, but returning it in kind, courtesy of the blood so graciously donated and the buzz keeping a flush to his skin.
It is nice, to settle in on the roof with company, to hold silence between them with ease until the warm orange haze of the city lights reflected on the clouds fades to the cool blue of morning. Nice enough that at some point he's fallen asleep right there on Eli's shoulder, with the only indication is a slow cessation of breathing and a loosening hold around his waist.]
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Right now, Eli is only growing more flustered, and when told to just ignore it...
Celeste flicks his eyes down, then back up, and decidedly does not ignore anything.]
It doesn't have to.
[Ultimately, if Eli just wants to sit with that he can, but Celeste will be repositioning to also lean back against the AC unit - this time with an arm draped around Eli's shoulders and body as close to him as possible without actively draping over his lap.
It would seem, as blood and alcohol settle in his system, that he's something of an affectionate drunk, and that it's hitting him quickly.]
No vampire bites like that?
[At least one vampire bites like that.]
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[ Celeste getting all cozy with him only means he carries on being flustered. Flustered, drunk, and horny, which irks him to no end. It would be fine if he could calm down a bit, but does he really need to cuddle up to him like that?!
Though it isn't the comment about vampires that has him sputtering. Oh no, definitely not that. ]
Christ, Celeste, I ain't giving myself a wristy with you watching like that.
[ Which likely isn't what Celeste was suggesting, and yet, Eli is an idiot, so here we are. ]
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And there Eli goes, sputtering again.]
And you know what I meant.
[For now, he's trusting that Eli isn't quite as much of an idiot as he is, possibly, with one more chance to pick up what he was implying.]
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But you were flirting with Izou all through breakfast.
[ Dinner? Brinner? Whatever it was they had at the dennihop. He says this as if somehow it cancels out similarly being all over him, Eli, which, honestly? He believes. ]
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[He doesn't deny it. What he does do is tilt his head a bit in confusion, which, of course, just ends up as him putting his head on Eli's shoulder instead. Ah. Whoops. Oh well, it's nice, so he's staying put unless moved otherwise.]
And now, I am flirting with you. [Blunt.] ...Poorly. [Blunter.] And I will blame the alcohol for that, tonight.
[Tonight - implying he will probably do it again.]
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...oh. [ don't just stop there say something else, moron ] Well fuck me dead, you're just really into scruffy guys, aren't you...?
[ okay maybe try saying something better next time but it's a start ]
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Is that an invitation? [No, 'fuck me dead' is obviously just a turn of phrase, but, listen, Eli opened himself up for that one, and he's not about to just. Not.]
But I suppose I am, aren't I?
[It's definitely a start, because he's not denying it all, or adding qualifiers as to which kinds of scruffy guys! Mostly because it would be digging his grave further in regards to the two scruffy guys in question.]
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I can be... if you want to, I guess. [ wait, except for that one part ] I mean, not the dead part, but. Shit. You know what I mean.
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And as the quiet stretches on, Celeste is willing to let it go - if going quiet is Eli's way of trying to rebuff him kindly, or put a pause on thinking about it, then that's actually fine.
And then he answers, and it's not quite a surprise, given everything thus far, but he does still breathe a quiet, fond laugh.]
No, I've got that part covered already. [A pause, as he has to take a moment to gather up all his tipsy braincells.] But what do you want?
[Teasing and cajoling is all well and good, but 'if you want to, I guess' could mean any number of things, good or bad, and he'd really like to be sure of which.]
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Shit, Celeste, I don't know. [ At least he'll be honest about it. ] I've never done anything with anyone, so how'm I s'posed to know? You're hot... and you like me... I don't get why you like me, but you do... Isn't that good enough?
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And the honesty is appreciated. So much so that he shifts a little bit closer and lets the arm draped over Eli's shoulders drop down to wrap around his waist. It could be a reassuring gesture, if you squint.]
It could be good enough. I can't decide that for you, though.
[Maybe, if he had some experience, the answer would be "let's find out". But he doesn't, so it isn't.]
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[ Eli grumbles tiredly and turns his face towards Celeste's hair, nuzzling into it. He wants to complain! Yes, decide for him! Can't it be that easy?! But he won't. So, instead, he works his way to his own conclusion and with great disappointment mumbles, ]
...can we do this when 'm not drunk? I want to, but you want me to decide stuff, and that's hard right now.
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Of course we can. I will look forward to your flustered expressions again, in that case.
[A gentle tease, to lighten things a bit, if nothing else.]
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Yeah? What if I'm not flustered at all when sober, huh? What then?
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Then... [A pause as he considers the other options... and his own quiet laugh when he decides that he'd like to see whatever the outcome is.] Then I will be excited to be proven wrong, and eager to see what is in its place.
[A beat. A sigh.]
Mm... though I would miss your blushing face, I think.
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[ eli.... what a bold statement for a big damn lie. ]
Huh, so you're into that, too. Figures why you'd like Izou so much...
[ "That" being getting reactions, generally. Flustered, for the most part, Eli assumes. ]
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I am... into, as you say, people who are freely open with their emotions. Like Izou, yes, but also you.
[So, yeah. "Flustered" is just easy mode when he's surrounded by bi disasters who also think they're cool manly men.]
Perhaps too much, sometimes, but, ah, I'd rather be distracted by someone's face than a painting on the wall.
[Dragging some other Toreadors!!!!!!]
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I can't tell if that means you think I'm handsome or just really loud...
[ He had to think about that for a minute. He still isn't sure. ]
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The drunk desire to remain comfortably cuddled wins out, ultimately.]
More handsome than loud.
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[ Look, people do not look at Eli "mouth full of goddamn wolf teeth and cursing" Walsh and call him handsome.
anything his mother says DOES NOT COUNT SHUT UP]I, uh, think you're really handsome, too... or... well, more pretty, I guess? For a guy.
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His mother is correct, though.]For real.
[The stilted returned compliment does get a laugh from him, though, utterly ruining any possible attempt he could have made at faking offense at the 'for a guy' addition. So he lets that one go without comment (this time), but that doesn't mean Eli is off the hook entirely.]
Well, that's obvious~
[That Eli thinks he's handsome/pretty or that he is? Yes. The answer is yes.]
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[ He wriggles his own arm up from between them so he can slide it around Celeste's shoulders. They're already cuddled up so close, but there's nothing that says he can't tug him so they're flush against one another, side to side.
After all that, he's content to sit here in silence if Celeste will allow it, simply enjoying the lightheaded buzz that the alcohol, the blood loss, and undoubtedly the company all combined have given him.
It's... nice. To sit up on a roof with company like this for once. ]
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[And he does mean it. There may be a slight slurring to his words, and his accent may have gotten heavier the longer he's had the alcohol in his system, but he's been consistently genuine the whole night.
And he's ultimately rewarded for it by being tugged even closer. He even elects to drape his legs over Eli's as well, doing his own part to further the contact between them.
He's warm. And for once Celeste isn't simply sapping heat away, but returning it in kind, courtesy of the blood so graciously donated and the buzz keeping a flush to his skin.
It is nice, to settle in on the roof with company, to hold silence between them with ease until the warm orange haze of the city lights reflected on the clouds fades to the cool blue of morning. Nice enough that at some point he's fallen asleep right there on Eli's shoulder, with the only indication is a slow cessation of breathing and a loosening hold around his waist.]