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Aventurine;

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[bsod]

[ HEY?? Vox has had enough falling flat on his face for one day, thanks, and resists the tug, frowning. ]

If you want me to sit with you, asshole, just say so.

[ STRAIGHTENING HIS TIE. ]

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...

[ he flinches, his wing instinctively coming up to temporarily block him. ok, so that might have been a mistake. he lowers it a moment later, because, right, they should be... talking. ] I want you to sit with me.

[bsod]

That wasn't so hard, now was it?

[ He heaves a sigh, sounding very put out, but it's so clearly an act it's kind of laughable. His shoes continue to stick unpleasantly to the floor as he walks out of his row of seats to where Aventurine is, plopping down in a vacant chair next to him. ]

So... what is our deal, anyway?

[finalgambit]

...you're one to talk. Or should I say not to talk.

I don't know. Why are you asking me? Did you think I would have the magical fix to our second, third, fourth, and fifth act break up? I... don't. [ but he does move one of his wings around vox's shoulders. ] But what I do know is I... like you. A lot? should I pass you a note asking if you like me too?

/2

[bsod]

[ He doesn't protest the wing around his shoulder, though he does cut Aventurine a sidelong glance.

Absolutely deadpan: ] That's gay.

[bsod]

[ But then he heaves a sigh. He's going to... attempt... some sort of honesty here. ]

The last person I let get close to me — really close to me — ruined my fucking life. So when you're out here putting your ass on the line for me, calling me your "friend," it just looks like a trap. It's... easier to get mad than take the risk of falling in.

1/2

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It is kind of gay.

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...ah. [ he frowns, conflicted all of a sudden, since he's not sure what he's supposed to do with that. mostly it's just... he can't take back his feelings ( whatever they are ) and... and... ] I can, I don't know, ... I don't know... [ he's quiet for a few moments, leaving the movie to fill the silence. ]

I bet this is kind of stupid to ask, but is there anything I can do to... make you trust me?

[bsod]

[ Vox's expression shifts into something stuck between disbelieving and amused. ]

You already died for me, you idiot. I don't even know what's left after that!

[finalgambit]

...something a little bit more gay? [ not that he knows what that would be. ]

[bsod]

Stop. [ nudges him with an elbow. ] Don't you have a boyfriend?

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Probably. [ he's never had that conversation with ratio, but they're something. ] Do you want me to stop flirting with you? But I lo- [ he leans in, but as the clock strikes midnight he shifts back to normal, which throws off his balance, so he flails and grabs onto anything and everything to try to avoid falling onto the sticky floor. ]

[bsod]

[ He's about to answer that when Aventurine suddenly goes back to normal and all his flailing gets him tanged up with a lanky TV man. He ends up??? On top of him somehow??? ]

What the hell was that for!!

[ at least no one hit the floor ]

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I didn't ask for this! but, look, I'm back to normal. [ and, god, does it feel good. he beams up at him, because a literal and figurative weight has been lifted off his shoulders. ] It's the climactic mira... cle...

[ it takes him a moment to realize their predicament, his smile turning into a smirk. ] ...you didn't seem like a top to me. [ says the world's biggest bottom. ]

[bsod]

[ Vox has the very brief thought about how easy it would be to prove that assessment wrong, right here and now, but he thinks better of it. He's too damn exhausted, for one, and for another, well. He's a selfish man at the center of it all, and he does enough sharing of people's affections back in Hell.

He won't put himself through that here. Friends is good. Friends is... kind of nice.

He rolls his eyes, getting an arm under himself so he can prop himself up. ]

Shows what you know.

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Heh. [ aventurine loops his arms around vox's neck to yank him back downish so that they're face to screen. ] I would have thought your porno associate would be a top. All of that experience and shit. [ he gives an airy chuckle as he brushes his lips over the base of vox's screen. ]

[bsod]

[ Oh, okay, they're still doing this, he sees. ]

Don't. You've already got a thing going, and I'm not interested in sharing. You wanna be friends? We can be friends.

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I... yeah, I do. [ aventurine loosens his grip but he doesn't let go. ] We don't have to go that far. I'm not trying to get into your pants... [ he sounds like a kicked puppy. ] But what's wrong with sharing a kiss?

[bsod]

Do you go around kissing all your friends or what?

[finalgambit]

I can kiss whoever I like.

[bsod]

UH-huh. Let's just keep it simple for now, okay?

[ He's having to learn to trust again. No need to make it complicated. ]

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[ groans and shoves his hand straight into vox’s face. ] I ate you twice. I think we left simple in the dust ages ago… [ he tries to squirm out from under him. ] And besides, I deserve a thank you for personally saving your ass in round 2. Greed targeted you.

[bsod]

[ HEY? Vox sits up, letting him go. He wipes at his face with the back of a sleeve. IF YOU LEFT FINGERPRINTS— ]

I figured they would. The girl I took out ended up being their heart.

[finalgambit]

[ what'cha gonna do about it... voxxy? ]

It was the same girl that wanted your ass during intermission. [ pokes his chest. ] I guess that's actually double thanks. [ his smirk grows just a liiiittle bit wider. ]

[bsod]

I'm aware.

[ Makes a face. This is hard for him. ]

So... thanks. Twice over. I owe you.