nexusafterdeath | I will be your deadman, with nothing but this blood on my hands

I will be your deadman, with nothing but this blood on my hands—

[ It was just another day in the life of games and such.

Today, when Crow arrives in the room, he pops out of nowhere and falls to the floor...kind of ungracefully. He stands up, grumbling as he does so, and he's immediately taking off his coat because it's soaked in something from the last Mafia game he was in.

He had kind of a little accident, but it seems no one's around, so he's going to be taking his wet shirt off too...

His intention is to ask the place for a temporary new one that isn't soaked. But hey if someone walks in on him in the middle of this, that's probably not his problem, is it? ]

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[And in the world of the living... well, it should have been a free day, but no, here he is helping out with Ironblood assignments.

Rean loves his life. Everything is great and nothing hurts at all.

Or, well, that's what he was doing, taking a moment to catch his breath inside Valimar as tensions finally ceased, before...

Oh. This. This is not Valimar? This is not Valimar at all and oh hi, there, stupid sexy senpai.

When Crow finishes pulling his shirt over his head, he'll see Rean plopped rather ungracefully himself in a pile of pillows, eyes a little wide and face flushing to match his jacket.]

U-um. Hey.

[ He'll turn around and blink. ]

...Hey, Rean. Sure picked the perfect time to walk in on me, huh?

[ When all else fails in a situation where there is (1) embarrassed Rean, the correct answer is to troll and tease a little, right.

Well, at least he wasn't like completely naked or anything. ]

Oh yeah, think fast.

[ That sure is a shirt flying his way too. ]

It's not like I walked—

[It wouldn't be Crow if he didn't.

Rean does react quickly, his arm coming up to block it and catching the wet shirt in his fist.]

...What the heck did you get yourself into? This thing's soaked.

[ It smells like...BLOOD!

Okay no, it doesn't. It's just water.

Crow will just also come to step closer to where the other is on the pillows...forgetting to actually ask for a shirt too. ]

...There was a pretty wild party last game and somehow I ended up in the pool. Through no fault of my own, by the way.

[ That's probably not very believable though. ]

Is that so... And I'm sure you didn't say anything out of line, whatsoever. You would never.

[Rean sighs with a flat stare before tossing the shirt back at Crow. He intentionally misses, though, letting it go sailing right by his stupid bandanaed head before landing somewhere behind them.

Now neither of them have a wet projectile. Just... a still kind of damp, bare Crow chest. Hm.

And... yeah, Rean's looking, although he hasn't caught himself yet. He does the moment his eyes fall on that circular scar on his left side, feeling his own chest tighten. He'd seen it before, and knew well enough what it meant, but still...

He's just going to make an attempt to recover from that and act like everything's fine. As they both are wont to do.]

You manage to get anyone else in with you, at least, or was it a solo punishment round?

Never would dream of it.

[ Crow let a bit of silence hang, and his eyes kind of narrow slightly along with the slight upturn of his lips as he watches Rean oogle him.

...He doesn't think he'll be asking for a shirt after all. Granted, he kind of misses the fact that Rean can certainly recognize what the scar there means, and that's just carelessness more than anything. ]

Nope, just me. Before I could drag anyone else into the watery depths, the night was over just like that. I did kick some water at someone earlier into the party, so there's that.

[ ...That may be also why he got submerged in there in the first place. ]

...I think I suddenly understand what got you shoved in the pool.

[Sigh!]

Well, whatever. At least ask this place for a towel or something before you catch cold...

[Can the dead even catch colds? ...Well, with this place, Rean doesn't think he'd necessarily be surprised. And, well, if Crow's not going to bring it up, he's not going to, either.]

C'mon now, taking their side lik—

[ Annnd right on cue, that sure is a sneeze.

Looks like the dead could catch cold somehow, just because of how this place is. ]

Hey room, give me a towel.

[ A big pink towel floats down and it has like ... a cutesy cat face on it. Let's say, Hello Kitty? He just takes it and stares at it like 'really?' ]

Of course. C'mon, Crow, it's me. If I have the opening to pick on you, you know I have to take it—

[...Well. That sure does answer his question. And that sure is a towel... Rean can't help but grin.]

Aww, look at that. It's adorable.

[ It's true, if Rean has an opening he should seize it...Aidios knows all the times Crow has teased the other. ]

Yeah, it's adorable alright...

[ He tries to playfully thwap Rean on the shoulder with the towel.

He's making good use of what's been given to him apparently. ]

[Rean doesn't even try to dodge, just laughing. He doesn't even think much of it, but... it's probably been a while since Crow saw Rean this genuinely happy.]

Ahaha, wha~t? You don't wanna be the prettiest kitty?

Nope, it ruins my cool image. I've got a reputation to keep up here.

[ It's...definitely been awhile.

Seeing Rean in such a good spirit does wonders to lift his, and he hopes he can just keep it there. ]

Can you imagine? Crow "the prettiest kitty" Armbrust, doesn't have the best ring to it.

Heh. Pretty sure that cool image of yours is only in your head, Crow.

It rings fine, what are you talking about? We just need to get you one of those little sets of cat ears from Micht's shop, and you'll be all set~

Ouch, my poor feelings—and hey, that's where I draw the line.

[ Tossing towel around his own neck so it just hang there. That's a perfectly good way to get himself dry, isn't it. ]

...or maybe we'll see who'll be the one laughing after this!

[ Time to see about trying to tackle and tickle Rean's armpits. Can he escape the dread Crow's relentless onslaught...?! ]

[Rean, for all his weird extra senses, did not see this coming. His eyes fly wide open as the taller man dives at him, not quite reacting fast enough to roll out of the way.]

H-hey—!

[Oh, no, not tickles! Whatever shall Rean do?!

At first, he tries to squirm away, flailing his limbs against Crow as laughter bubbles uncontrollably from his throat. When all of his attempts fail, it's then he decides there is only one thing left to be done.

Rean's at least got a vest and a t-shirt in the way. Crow is fully exposed. Time to go right back for those sides...!]

[ Crow had a feeling he wouldn't. Just because who expects the Tickle Inquisition?!

...Okay that doesn't sound like it should be a thing, but shh. ]

Bet you didn't see that coming, did you?

[ And as he's tickling away, grinning as Rean can't help but laugh, he's unable to see the sneak attack. So Rean gets a treat to the other at first going still, but then kind of laughing a little, and in between said laughter— ]

Hey! Who said you could do that?

[ He doesn't let up on his onslaught either, though at one point he'll try to see if he can snatch Rean's hands. ]

What, you think I'm just going to roll over and give up?! Don't you know me by now?!

[And so the two of them are locked in a tickle duel for the death, up until Crow tries to go for Rean's hands. Rean responds in turn by trying to grab Crow's, and...

Well, honestly, the result is probably jut them holding each other's hands on one side while trying to keep up with the tickling on the other. Good job, guys.

Rean's still trying to squirm away, but in his flailing movements, he winds up looping one of his legs over one of Crow's, trapping him in place.]

Heh, I shouldn't known you wouldn't have!

[ Look at them, in this position - but they probably haven't realized it, should someone have walked in, it would've been quite a scene.

Luckily, they are spared the embarrassment for now. But hey, they're holding hands...aren't they? Going to give that hand a squeeze with one of his because that's a chance he can't pass up. He can play it off as being an accident if need be. ]

Y'know, if you were trying to keep me in place, then I think you've succeeded.

[ Teasing him about failing to get away, there. ]

Your fault for underestimating me!

[Rean... realizes it a little bit, when he feels that slight squeeze. And it's enough to stop his tickling hand just for a second, before he shifts the hand that's holding Crow's so that maybe their fingers can fall together a little more naturally.

And then picks up exactly where he left off, not saying a word about it.]

Oh, shut up! You've got leverage on your side!

[Rean brings his leg up to knee at Crow, not actually aiming to hurt so much as make a point.]

Oh no, the pain, the paaainnn...

[ And of course, Crow goes ahead to make it overly dramatic where it didn't even so much hurt at all, including fake hurt face. Typical antics.

Also, not saying anything about their little moment there. They're so good at this. ]

How could you do this to me?

[ Yet after that using said leverage to re-continue his tickle adventures. He'll live, for sure. ]

Edited 2019-07-29 00:55 (UTC)

Oh, come on, you can't play the wilting flower while you're pinning me down! You don't get to have it both ways!

[Rean knows Crow's full of shit, so it's fine. He's even a little tempted to say Crow's been through worse, but... mmm, probably best not to touch on that subject.

So instead, he's going to try to flip the situation! It's going to take some effort to flip Crow onto his back and take the high ground from him, but Rean's got determination, Crow's hand in his own, and one leg free to try to provide momentum. Here goes nothing!]

I totally do~ ☆

[ Because apparently he gets to have it both ways!! After all he can use a bladed weapon and a gun so that's totally fair right (no)

Isn't it just. Well, it looks like Rean's about to make progress, when Crow suddenly pitches forward a bit, putting his weight down to make the endeavor even more difficult, and switches his hand tickling Rean's sides to rub at Rean's hair instead to try to distract him!!

This is probably going to get really ridiculous or go bad isn't it. ]

Do not!

[The most mature comeback, because this is the most mature argument.

Crow pitching forward and playing with his hair is actually enough to get Rean to stop for a moment, his cheeks flushing a bit as he's thrown off in his game. But it only lasts for a second before Rean's right back at it, trying as hard as he can to at least roll Crow off of him.]

[ That was totally worth it for flustering Rean. ]

Do too!

[ The most mature argument Erebonia has ever witnessed.

Anyway, thanks to Rean's determination, he gets to get Crow rolling straight off of him...though he'll try to see about rolling right back on because he's a menace. ]

[How dare!

The minute Rean has Crow off of him, though, he's moving to turn the tides and pin Crow down himself.

How is it having a panting Rean on top of you and pinning you down with a cocky little grin on his face, Crow? While still holding hands, naturally? Because that's what's happening right now.

Rest in pieces.]

Edited 2019-07-29 02:24 (UTC)

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