[ well, calling the guy to everlight dorms would be counterproductive and may wake yuji. that wouldn’t do. there IS the blood room technically registered under choso’s name, so… ]
revelation 010. the door will be unlocked.
[ better take one of the roombas there just in case there’s leftover hazmat ]
[ Well. If nothing else, this has bought Laios some time to consider what Choso is propositioning. He makes the omurice painfully slow, and because of the lack of resources, the egg he's using is something he found in the cafeteria, so it's probably synthetically made, he is guessing. Still, it looks and smells appetizing, and unless Choso is extremely picky, it probably tastes good too.
The walk to the Revelation wing is also painfully slow. If he wasn't sure about something like this, why doesn't he just say so? Maybe it's cause he's not completely put off from the idea.. he's just shy. So very shy, awkward and inexperienced, and he knows that.
The nudges the door open with his foot and pokes his head inside, both hands carefully holding a plate wrapped in foil. ]
[ it’s a good thing, really, that laios takes his time; there is much for choso to do to prepare for his coming. the last time Revelation 010 was in use, it was to contain the blood storm choso had conjured while he flipped his lid (ha) over yuji’s open brain surgery. though the roombas had done an initial sweep to rid the place of the worst of it, the rusted red flaking in the corners and seams of the room were hard to miss even at first glance. if this place was going to admit visitors, it needed a touch-up very badly.
by the time laios shows up, there’s been… some improvement. the air still smells of iron and blood, but now too of konbu snacks and whatever sharp astringent he used as a cleaner. the high corners of the room have been rid of their crusty bits, the floors occupied by a roomba puttering around and eating up the flakes and slivers of solid reds that drop from the slowly-spinning web of blood hanging over their heads like a net.
hey. battling blood with blood worked when all of it was choso’s to begin with.
haloed by this horrorshow of living blood, choso glances over his shoulder with the sleeves of his LILITH greys rolled up to his elbows, pigtails jabbing at the air in defiance of gravity as ever. ]
[ Of course, Laios takes notice of the dried mess that’s in Choso’s room, and apart of him is wondering if he has just put himself in some kind of danger. Choso wouldn’t hurt him (without consent) would he? He’s beginning to realize he knows very little of this guy, but something about being around him comes easier than most.
The food goes where it’s directed to, and Laios can’t help but give Choso an obvious look over. He looks bigger and more muscular than Laios remembers him, but that’s probably because he’s seeing Choso in a different light. ]
So..
[ once the entree is out of his grasp, he idly fidgets his fingers and hands together, unable to stand still. He can’t talk about how inexperienced he is, because apparently he has enough experience to have a disease.
Laios suddenly sits down at the edge of his bed. ]
Come here.
[ it’s kind of like giving an order to a dog, Laios notices. ]
[ choso clocks the nerves, but attributes it to the blood, to the iron stink still wafting under the sharper sting of disinfectant. because, after all, who wouldn’t be a little weirded out? it is in human nature to regard blood with wariness and fear, so choso doesn’t think too much on it, opting instead to put his spray bottle and rag away so that he misses when laios looks him over entirely.
choso, he continues puttering about until laios speaks again, first syllable trailing off before firming up into a proper summons. now choso looks up and over again, blinking just the once before he promptly heads over to stand over laios, looming expectantly with his head tilted slightly, curiously to the side. ]
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revelation 010. the door will be unlocked.
[ better take one of the roombas there just in case there’s leftover hazmat ]
ACTION.
The walk to the Revelation wing is also painfully slow. If he wasn't sure about something like this, why doesn't he just say so? Maybe it's cause he's not completely put off from the idea.. he's just shy. So very shy, awkward and inexperienced, and he knows that.
The nudges the door open with his foot and pokes his head inside, both hands carefully holding a plate wrapped in foil. ]
Okay, I'm here with some food.. for you.
[ in more ways than one.. maybe.. we'll see. ]
ACTION.
by the time laios shows up, there’s been… some improvement. the air still smells of iron and blood, but now too of konbu snacks and whatever sharp astringent he used as a cleaner. the high corners of the room have been rid of their crusty bits, the floors occupied by a roomba puttering around and eating up the flakes and slivers of solid reds that drop from the slowly-spinning web of blood hanging over their heads like a net.
hey. battling blood with blood worked when all of it was choso’s to begin with.
haloed by this horrorshow of living blood, choso glances over his shoulder with the sleeves of his LILITH greys rolled up to his elbows, pigtails jabbing at the air in defiance of gravity as ever. ]
Hello, Laios. It can go on the desk now.
[ the nice, clean desk, freshly scrubbed. ]
It smells good.
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The food goes where it’s directed to, and Laios can’t help but give Choso an obvious look over. He looks bigger and more muscular than Laios remembers him, but that’s probably because he’s seeing Choso in a different light. ]
So..
[ once the entree is out of his grasp, he idly fidgets his fingers and hands together, unable to stand still. He can’t talk about how inexperienced he is, because apparently he has enough experience to have a disease.
Laios suddenly sits down at the edge of his bed. ]
Come here.
[ it’s kind of like giving an order to a dog, Laios notices. ]
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choso, he continues puttering about until laios speaks again, first syllable trailing off before firming up into a proper summons. now choso looks up and over again, blinking just the once before he promptly heads over to stand over laios, looming expectantly with his head tilted slightly, curiously to the side. ]
Yes?
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[ sharp inhale... he can do this.. but he avoids eye contact while saying this.. ]
I don't think we should have se.. sex. I hope you understand, but.. maybe..
[ trails off....... but maybe what, Laios? Choso should ask. ]