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[demonspawn]

IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

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anons reply with character names.
ur character + that character = facesucking.
underagedchans can hug or hold hands etc.

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[aggressiveapathy]

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terry

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mitch

[waiting]

[ For once, Bradbury's the drunker party in this equation, because otherwise there's no way this would happen. He's a quiet drunk, though, languid and not really up to moving anywhere, meaning the most effort he's willing to exert is turn his head in Aprils general direction from where he's sprawled on the couch. ]

Hey.

[aggressiveapathy]

[It's not a far turn, considering she's precariously sprawled on the arm of the couch right next to (above?) him. Smirking her face off at the turn of events.]

I'm not carrying you.

[waiting]

[ He snorts. ] I wasn't expecting you to.

[ The hand half off the couch is still toying with a half-empty bottle of vodka like he'd like to drink some more, maybe, but he can't summon the coordination to. ]

I'm drunk. [ Mildly. ] How did I let you get me this drunk?

[aggressiveapathy]

I'm a wizard. And not the kinky fishnet kind with morals and stuff.

[Yeah. If Zee is the moral high ground here, this is probably a bad sign.

But. If he's done with that vodka, she'll just reaaaaach on over to get it. Partly sliding down into the couch and against him in the process.]

this reads like a prequel to the morning after meme

[waiting]

Uh-uh. I'm cutting you off, remember? [ Yup, even Drunk Bradbury is annoyingly responsible. He pushes the bottle a little further out of her arm's reach. ]

~meme continuity~

[aggressiveapathy]

[And she, like a reasonable adult, responds by crawling over him to get at it.]

I'm cutting you off.

[waiting]

[ Automatically, his free arm comes up to wrap around her, effortlessly pinning her in place. ]

Like hell you are.

[aggressiveapathy]

[The noises of complaint she makes at that would make more sense coming out of a cat. or small child. either way, not pleased. An excessive amount of wriggling is involved, though she doesn't seem to make any progress.]

Whyyyyyyy

[waiting]

Because I'm the adult. [ Loudly. For the benefit of anyone listening in. It's kind of comfy just using her as a human cuddle pillow, so he doesn't bother moving his arm, though he grunts as a flailing elbow jabs him in the ribs. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

Why would you want that.

[One more good reach- and, ugh. Too much energy. So just goes utterly limp, a sudden sack of April sprawled across him, forehead pressed against his clavicle. ]

Adulting is terrible.

[waiting]

[ He doesn't relax when she stops flailing, not entirely convinced she isn't playing possum. He knows what she'd do for alcohol, okay. ]

Someone's gotta do it. I'm the sacrificial lamb or something. For the good of the many.

[aggressiveapathy]

The many are terrible and deserve to suffer.

[Damn. He's on to her. She resumes wiggling, but just enough so that she can be on her back, looking up at him, instead of with her face smashed into his neck.]

[waiting]

It wouldn't be a sacrifice if they deserved it.

[ What are they even talking about anymore: He lets her shift as she wants. ENJOY YOUR STUNNING VIEW OF HIS NOSTRILS AND STUBBLY CHIN??? ]

[aggressiveapathy]

God. Drama. How do you even live with yourself.

[It started as an attempt to hit him lightly to emphasize the point, but given their current position it ends with her just patting his wrist with one hand.]

[waiting]

[ It's not a question, so Bradbury isn't obligated to dignify it with a response! Instead, he just squints down at her, levering himself up enough on the elbow of the arm not holding her in place so he can see more than the top of her head. ]

Getting pretty comfortable there.

[aggressiveapathy]

You can't not give me vodka and deny me pillow space. That's a hate crime.

[To prove the point, while keeping eye contact, she just kind of curls up around him.]

[waiting]

What minority am I supposed to be committing it against? Alcoholics?

[ He snorts, hand ruffling through her hair absently. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

It's only a problem if it hurts my work. And I have napping for that.

[Tongue officially being stuck out. Like an adult.]

[waiting]

[ Way to reassure him of your nonexistent maturity, April. ]

Keep that up and it's gonna stick that way.

[aggressiveapathy]

[And way to remind her of her dad, B. Is she gonna have to make the first move in your seductive dance here.

Which, by the way, currently consists of her sticking out her tongue further.]

[waiting]

[ Let's be real, the world would end before Bradbury makes the first move.

Or would it. Because he's narrowing his eyes at her thoughtfully. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[For all that april notices. She pulls her tongue back in, taking a moment to wrinkle her nose at the now dry feeling of the muscle in her mouth.]

Yeah. Totally stuck.