LLAP - I mean, TFLN

[ldfsh]

you know what to do.

RIP Leonard Nimoy

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[superstylishsquid]

Who are you, and how did you get Lady's phone?

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[patricided]

I anm Lady, thiss is mny phon

[superstylishsquid]

Riiiiiight...and how much alcohol have you had?

[patricided]

I lost count after my third margarita???

[superstylishsquid]

*Okay, he's just going to...take a moment to pry his palm away from his face so he can reply to that.*

I've never had one of those, but I'm guessing from the losing count after three that they're strong. Put the phone down, I'm coming over to make sure you don't pass out and hit your head on the table or something.

[patricided]

But they're good. Fine. I don't think the window is unlocked though.

[superstylishsquid]

I can teleport directly into buildings.

*And in a ripple of air, he's standing in front of her.*

I just usually don't because it's rude.

[patricided]

[She's halfway through reading the text when she hears him. Her gaze lifting from her phone up to his general direction once she maneuvers out of her slumped position on the couch.]

Hmm, I appreciate it.

[superstylishsquid]

Now hand over the phone, before you embarrass yourself more.

*He holds out his hand, waiting for the phone.*

[patricided]

[She pouts at him and pulls her phone closer to herself.]

I don't want to. What if someone needs to talk to me?

[superstylishsquid]

They'll proooobably be more interested in talking to you sober.

[patricided]

You'll have to take it then.

[She giggles and rolls off the couch in the most ungraceful Alastor will ever see her move and puts the table between them after stumbling to her feet]

[superstylishsquid]

You wanna play keep away, huh? I wonder if that's the best idea in your state.

*And he's just going to hop over the table with all the grace of sobriety and reach for the arm holding the phone.*

[patricided]

I'm fine.

[She giggles and dances back a step, her shoulder going back to keep her arm out of reach.

See she's fine, she didn't stumble there did she?]

[superstylishsquid]

Sure you are.

*Nope, he's going to reach to grab her arm as far back as he can reach. This has the side effect of putting him pretty solidly in her personal space, though...*

[patricided]

I am.

[She whines, leaning back a little further. Not that it helps keep her arm out of his reach. Or her balance as she tips over her center of gravity-- heading shoulders first to the floor.]

[superstylishsquid]

Ack-!

*He'd just gotten a grip on her arm as she falls, meaning she's taking him with her. On the way down, his thumb slides up her wrist to try to push her hand back and open, in the hopes that she'll drop the phone in the fall. Unfortunately, his attention on that means he doesn't think to try to aim his own landing...meaning he falls right on top of her.*

Uh...

[patricided]

Oof!

[The wind whooshes out of her as she hits the floor. And she can barely catch her breath before he's toppling down on top of her. Her hands only just barely remaining in her hand when they landed. She presses up, shifting under him so that she was more comfortable.]

I still have it.

[superstylishsquid]

Just give it up.

*He lifts himself up onto his knees so he's not right up against her and then pushes against her wrist again, thumb sliding up slightly so that he won't prick her with the tip of his sheathed claw.*

[patricided]

[She purrs, her eyes fluttering closed a moment]

But then you'll stop

[superstylishsquid]

Huh...?

*He blinks...then it occurs to him. Her wrist must be sensitive, like the arms of his wings.*

If I wasn't already sure you were drunk...here, how's this? You give me the phone, and then we can sit on the couch and we'll, uh...see what happens. Within the boundaries of a sober person's sense.

[patricided]

Sobriety is boring, and I don't like being bored.

[superstylishsquid]

*He backs up off of her, sitting down and tugging at her wrist to get her to sit up.*

Hey, you should know by now that I'm not a boring kind of guy.

[patricided]

[She does sit up, though the fact that scoots toward him should be a little worrisome.]

But you want us to act like sober people. And I'm very not, and I want to have fun.

[superstylishsquid]

I'm not saying you can't cut loose a bit, just...

*He glances down at how close she's moved and shifts a bit awkwardly. He feels kind of bad that part of him is enjoying her eagerness to be close to him...*

Nothing that's gonna stay with you as more than a somewhat embarrassing memory, alright?

*If she even remembers it at all. He has his doubts.*