[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. ]
[There were people, a brilliant blur of faces he's already forgotten on account of the blackout that might threaten to erase this moment too - pieces pulled back on the morrow by the texts in his phone and the scent of shampoo in her hair, which he sniffs at gently now while they walk.]
I'm a very social drinker. Or a very lonely one. Today - today's a both day.
[So he ended up drinking alone, for the most part. Go figure.]
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Thirteen minutes later, ]
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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[There were people, a brilliant blur of faces he's already forgotten on account of the blackout that might threaten to erase this moment too - pieces pulled back on the morrow by the texts in his phone and the scent of shampoo in her hair, which he sniffs at gently now while they walk.]
I'm a very social drinker. Or a very lonely one. Today - today's a both day.
[So he ended up drinking alone, for the most part. Go figure.]
You smell good.
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Thanks, Teddie.
[ While they're walking, ]
What was that picture you sent me?
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[Greem. He'll remember greem soon enough.]
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[greem]
I made him green with a filter. Cute, right?
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Except there's a frog dog hybrid napping somewhere in their room, so no one can blame her for having questions. ]
Yeah, super cute. You'll have to show me the filter when we get back.
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[Literally. Or on canvas.]
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[ Don't think she forgot the poolside fiasco! ]
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You were so cute.
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Rolling her eyes (but not really), ]
Yeah, yeah. Can't believe you were so hot it made me dumb.
🎀
Spoon me?