[ Like any true bottom, Cellar goes out of her way to curate the keysmash this conversation deserves. ]
afsdgfgh ok fine h/o
[ Let her get upright and try to recall this with fully formed sentences in real time, Theo. Sound clip!
Ping. ] —okay, uh. He was just taking this bath with... herbs or something? [ There's gonna be some trailing off, a few pauses to think of the occasional elusive word. ] Then he told me to get in, so I thought… why the hell not? I was going to the pool anyway. It was fucking boiling, by the way. We talked for a bit and then just... I don't know, I put my hand on his dick. He, like, just lifted me and put me on his lap, and then—
[ Give her a second, this part's worth a giggle. Her voice is still muffled from the hand half-covering her mouth. ]
He made my bikini disappear?
[ Incredibly funny, and incredibly hot at the time. (More details to come as the thread progresses cough)
End of message. New message. Ping. ] That's all you get for now. Your turn.
[He does some sort of giddy little laugh in reply to that - oh, baby, don't make him daydream.]
I don- I dunno. I crawled into someone's room. They're not here but I didn't wanna walk all the way back with the halls so crooked, y'know? I miss you.
[Silence. Nothing. Nada. But it's fine, he's wiggled toward the door and he's not opening it but he is knocking on it gently with his knuckles, which does nothing. So he just starts kicking it with his heel.]
[ Okay, well, she's just gonna tell herself to not get worried, because getting worried would lead to impulsivity, and that's not good. He probably fell asleep, that's all.
She knocks on some doors, peeks inside the rooms when there isn't an answer. Then she hears the kicking, waiting until she's standing outside to speak up. ]
[That is what you get. The kicking stopped and he's slowly, sluggishly, picking himself up and out of the fetal position. He manages to sit forward, one knee bent and the other folded under him, but the room is spinning. He is devoid of his usual glamors save for a rather mediocre blue eye look; concentration wanes and so does the spells. When she peeks in, or he claws the door ajar:]
[ Oh, he looks… different. Kind of like when Cellar catches him asleep, just moments before Theo wakes up and turns into sunshine again, irises wearing a softer color that sharpens back into light blue. (Is she high, or is this gay?)
A sigh, mostly of relief— ] There you are.
[ One hand on each shoulder, Cellar crouches down and tries to keep him upright. It's gonna be a bitch if he falls over and decides to reject verticality. ]
Can you stand up? I'll take you to the toilet.
[ Sorry to the room's owner, it's the best she can do. ]
[Only he can, and he will - grumpily reaching for her the whole way, standing in a hunch that betrays his height by making him seem shorter. He smells of the booze he was indulging in earlier, and a hint of weed from an unlit joint in his pocket. He puts his hands on her shoulders, staring at her, before slowly leaning to touch their foreheads together.]
It's so late. So early? What time is it now? I wanna sleep.
[ Voice mellowed out by the weed and infinite patience for her favorite person. Enough training has given her the strength to help him get up and lean on her without slowing them down too badly, door shut behind once they're out. Cellar wraps an arm around his waist and guides him to do the same around her shoulders, taking his hand in hers. ]
Who were you even drinking with? [ And did they just leave him like this? Rude. ]
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[ Let her get upright and try to recall this with fully formed sentences in real time, Theo. Sound clip!
Ping. ] —okay, uh. He was just taking this bath with... herbs or something? [ There's gonna be some trailing off, a few pauses to think of the occasional elusive word. ] Then he told me to get in, so I thought… why the hell not? I was going to the pool anyway. It was fucking boiling, by the way. We talked for a bit and then just... I don't know, I put my hand on his dick. He, like, just lifted me and put me on his lap, and then—
[ Give her a second, this part's worth a giggle. Her voice is still muffled from the hand half-covering her mouth. ]
He made my bikini disappear?
[ Incredibly funny, and incredibly hot at the time. (More details to come as the thread progresses cough)
End of message. New message. Ping. ] That's all you get for now. Your turn.
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sheit that's hot
[His turn to change this into another little voice clip because otherwise it will be mostly illegible in his haste to reply:]
Was it - milky? Milky bath. He had a milky bath when I saw him.
Also very hot. Literally and like, sexually.
We had this unresolved tension thing and I ended up jumping his bones.
But I did get a pic of him in the bath though.
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Seriously? That's all I get?
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What, want me to tell you all about how good I take dick?
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[ (Figurative) wink. ]
Fine, just send me the photo.
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[Oh he's still kinda woozy. Laying somewhere on somebody's floor as he tries to find said photo.]
I want a bath now.
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I don- I dunno. I crawled into someone's room. They're not here but I didn't wanna walk all the way back with the halls so crooked, y'know? I miss you.
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Do you want me to come find you.
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Yes.
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[ Being less high doesn't stop this place from fucking around with physics, but it helps? Maybe? ]
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[You heard no warble in his voice. He's just gonna curl up here and wait!!]
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omw. open the door so i can actually see u
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She knocks on some doors, peeks inside the rooms when there isn't an answer. Then she hears the kicking, waiting until she's standing outside to speak up. ]
Teddie?
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[That is what you get. The kicking stopped and he's slowly, sluggishly, picking himself up and out of the fetal position. He manages to sit forward, one knee bent and the other folded under him, but the room is spinning. He is devoid of his usual glamors save for a rather mediocre blue eye look; concentration wanes and so does the spells. When she peeks in, or he claws the door ajar:]
I think I wanna hurl.
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A sigh, mostly of relief— ] There you are.
[ One hand on each shoulder, Cellar crouches down and tries to keep him upright. It's gonna be a bitch if he falls over and decides to reject verticality. ]
Can you stand up? I'll take you to the toilet.
[ Sorry to the room's owner, it's the best she can do. ]
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[Only he can, and he will - grumpily reaching for her the whole way, standing in a hunch that betrays his height by making him seem shorter. He smells of the booze he was indulging in earlier, and a hint of weed from an unlit joint in his pocket. He puts his hands on her shoulders, staring at her, before slowly leaning to touch their foreheads together.]
It's so late. So early? What time is it now? I wanna sleep.
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She caresses the side of his neck, his face, scratching lightly into his hair. Congratulations: he's a cat now. ]
I... have no fucking clue. Do you wanna go back to our room, then?
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[He also wants to lean against her indefinitely. She is his support. Literally.]
Take me home.
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[ Voice mellowed out by the weed and infinite patience for her favorite person. Enough training has given her the strength to help him get up and lean on her without slowing them down too badly, door shut behind once they're out. Cellar wraps an arm around his waist and guides him to do the same around her shoulders, taking his hand in hers. ]
Who were you even drinking with? [ And did they just leave him like this? Rude. ]
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