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[ he can, unfortunately, guess the rest and it's probably lucky that mananan isn't an overly sympathetic angel, otherwise the thought of what likely happened would easily read on his face. he leans more toward selfishness and, currently, that lends to a desire to win, in a sense.

so instead of any concern or worry or feeling, the story is instead met with a pleasant laugh while mananan lets an elbow rest against the table. ]

That's a common impulse for most people, though. Taking someone home like that. Or are you usually the type to want a relationship?

[ he rests his chin in his hand as he watches sangwoo. ]

You haven't heard from her again?

Felih just curled up closer still, shivering badly, but luckily Lotor's warmth was a welcome relief. "Thank the Twelve... gods, you're so warm- I'm just going to..." He clambers up into his lap, pressing even more determinedly against him, trying to soak up every bit of heat he could find. "...stay right here..." he mumbles on another shuddering breath, still trembling like a leaf from the cold.

"I hope this awful blizzard passes quickly- being frozen in a place like this is bad enough, but the boredom of waiting out a storm is adding insult to injury..." he whines, fluffy tail wrapping around Lotor's waist to wrap him up more for warmth.

[There's no misinterpretation at all as far as he can see: "anyone" is clearly referring to his servants and "from my home" to a class therein. Equally as clear is that Akashi's doubt that anyone will come can only mean one thing: he doesn't intend to summon them and he doesn't will a happy "coincidence." Those thoughts don't develop fully: the glib assumption that they're going to carry on with this story exactly how Akashi wants it isn't surprising enough to call all thoughts to a stop but the fact that he'll direct it there himself rather than see how long it takes for Mayuzumi to lead it there for him is. The surprise is plain on his face. It lingers for a few silent seconds during which he forgets to also show how annoyed or how suspicious he is. He might even have forgotten those feelings himself for a moment. But the cold is no less so just because he believes Akashi could extract them from it with ease.]

Luckily for the both of us, I like myself more than I hate this trope.

[Unfurling it reveals it to be shockingly small. It is thick, certain to be warm. That must be why the weight had him expecting it to be wider.

If the blanket is going to serve two people they're going to have to be closer than expected.

Of course they are.]

[She is quite glad for the swiftness of experience at the moment, even as bra is discarded and the next sweep of chill air makes her skin prickle and her nipples tighten. She gasps, and then giggles, pulling herself closer to him with her hands coming back to cup his face.]

Are you going to let me freeze?

[Then she leans in to kiss him again and nuzzles his lips apart to deepen it, the next roll of her hips sliding her whole body sinuously against him, bare chest to chest. The mismatch of frost and heat has her shivering with pleasure just as much as the bite of cold.]

Do I seem to the type to leave a lady in distress?

[He purred against her lips, his hands sliding around to her sides, then up to let his thumbs brush against the sides of her breasts. She rocked her body against his and he sucked her lip into his mouth, nibbling at it as he felt his body responding in the way that it seemed it had to.]

[She pretends to give it some thought.]

Maybe a little.

[But with a laugh, she squirms toward that teasing touch, kissing him again and once more running her fingers through his hair. As soon as she feels that hard bulge starting to dig into her whenever she rocks on his lap, the kiss breaks with a gasp, and she drops a hand between them to rub his stiffening cock through his jeans.]

[When she made that little space between them to dart her hand down, he moved his in to cup her breasts, fingers teasing at her nipples as he started to nip and kiss his way down along her jaw to her throat.]

Just a little, mm? I should be insulted.

[ A chuckle escapes Akashi's throat when Mayuzumi comments. So, if he truly didn't like the trope, then he wouldn't participate in sharing a blanket? What an odd guy Mayuzumi is and can be, but beneath it all, Akashi finds it interesting more than odd. If he did find it odd, it would still be taken in a positive light, anyway.

From where Mayuzumi is, Akashi shifts so he can huddle closer. Please share the blanket, senpai. ]

At least it doesn't have any holes in it. It seems like a warm blanket.

[Guess Curtis didn't really have an answer. Edgar had been worried to hear something about his age, or just space--or...he just wasn't sure, really.

Feeling the hand on his shoulder, Edgar turned slightly, so that he could see Curtis' face in the dim light, eyes traveling along the exhaustion there...Edgar wondered what Curtis looked like, before all of this. Or would have looked like, had it never come, at all.]

Yeah, or maybe you just forgot to tell me you were cold too.

Nah, she texted me the following day, said she was glad for our time together but that she wants me to delete her number off my phone.

[ he'd gone through her phone, of course. texted her roommates that she'll be out for the day, spacing the messages to her social circle to make it seem like she's just slacking off for a day like college girls sometimes do. he even sent a good night text to her dad, before he ditched the phone in the closest body of water available to him. she should be thankful; she got to say goodbye to everybody she cared about. not all of his girls got that treatment.

his gaze gets fond for a moment, as he swirls his drink in the glass. she was one of the better ones, to a point. even if she was unremarkable in her death, her cries had been some of the sweeter ones he'd heard. ]

I guess I was right in thinking I've offended her in some way, hah. I'm a little heartbroken about it, honestly.

[ Acting like a couple? Human contact? Haein's already at a huge disadvantage here. The only couple thing he's ever excelled at is calling Hyunseok his boyfriend when people ask. As for human contact... Let's skip that one.

Haein watches as Hyunseok opens up the blanket and it doesn't take long for it to click that this is an invitation. The confused expression on Haein's face shifts into a blank stare, like he can't quite believe what's happening in front of his very eyes.

A perfectly normal couple act, but Haein's already digging his nails into the couch cushions like he's expecting to be dragged into the folds of the blanket by force. ]

You should wear more layers.

Shiro hates the cold. Ever since that damned ice planet, it gets into his chest and sinuses and makes every joint and deep scar ache. The woven blanket he's found really isn't enough, on its own, and damn it he had not dressed for ice. He's in one of his softest, thinnest tees and a pair of track pants when what he really wants is three layers of wool and a parka.

So poor Felih is a very welcome bundle. "I know," he murmurs, opening his arms enough to pull the Miqo'te properly into his lap and wrap the blanket around them both. "It's definitely way too cold. We'll be okay, but we have to wait for the storm to die down before we even try to go anywhere." He tucks his head down against Felih's to try and warm an unhappy feline ear against his cheek. "We should stay close to each other. Use body heat to keep warm."

"It's almost as bad as Champion," Shiro mutters under his breath, shifting uneasily. He sighs. "You weren't too upset about Allura uh... portraying you, kinda?"

Shiro huffs a sound that, paired with the crooked lift of his lips, passes for a laugh most of the time. "Yeah, that one I figured on. Lance doesn't make a secret of how much he loves flying." There's a fondness there, and a connection that doesn't always show when they're in a gaggle. A love of flight and a determination to do well and go to space is something their stalwart leader knows very well, after all.

"Well, I'm really glad that your interests and loyalty lead you to the Garrison, Hunk. We'd be a lot worse off without you, and not just because of the food. You're a certified mechanical genius, and you take care of the team in a hundred ways. I don't know if anyone else has said it yet, but don't think it all goes unnoticed. You're indespensible."

"Am I okay?!" Shiro asks incredulously.

Thank everything, she's alive and she's conscious, even if the lions are down and without power. They can't reach the Castle right now, so they can't get her to a pod, but she's not dying, just concussed. He thinks.

"Yes, Princess, I'm all right. Shh. Just lay still for a minute, okay? I've got you. You hit your head pretty hard on the way down. Just stay with me, all right? Talk to me?" He's testing her limbs for broken bones, giddily thinking that he's not even entirely positive Alteans have bones.

Shiro shakes his head, about to say Lotor shouldn't be worried, but the other statement takes him by surprise. There's a moment's pause while he blinks and runs through the various ramifications of it.

"Lotor... Of course I care," he says slowly, voice lower and softer now. "You're an ally, a member of the team, the greatest hope for peace in this universe... and a survivor. You've proven over and over that your blood has no bearing on your attitudes. You're... a friend. Maybe more, I don't know. But I was always going to care." Hesitant fingers stroke flowing white hair. Just once, but the touch is there.

[ooc: I hope it's all right that I'm sticking with the grooming = Galra foreplay thing xD And he won't yet, but would you or Shiro be super opposed to the idea of Lotor using his actual given name? He's researched him so the idea of given names being intimate in Japanese culture would be a thing he'd try out. Awkwardly, but yeah, he's a Cultural Studies major./ooc]

The sound that left his throat at that touch to his hair should have been embarrassing, but after what he'd just heard, perhaps it shouldn't have been. The Black Paladin wouldn't know this facet of Galra culture, unless he'd learned it in his captivity - and Lotor would not allow himself to consider how he might have learned such a thing - but he leaned into the touch a bit breathlessly regardless.

"I am unused to affection like this. Allies generally do not become friends, let alone more, but I find the idea...appealing."

Not wanting to press at all, he ran a hand gingerly - as his gloves had been taken, his claws were uncovered - over the mass of scars on Shiro's shoulder.

[Closing the distance himself and failing to offer any verbal response, he puts an arm temporarily around smaller shoulders to hold one corner of the blanket in place as he closes in and pulls the other side over himself. Once it seems evenly distributed, the arm leaves him and Akashi can hold it in place himself if he doesn't want it falling.

The disdain he carries for the first year's entourage doesn't necessarily mean he has any desire to rebel. His lips taper faintly as he wonders himself is he's really treating him like he would a normal person in this situation, but that's at least the intention. With anyone else he could have sat with the blanket, open to sharing only if they were trapped in long enough to notice him. It's not that he thinks of himself as a particularly good person but he wouldn't want to deal with the friction of denying them, nor is he sadistic. But Akashi notices him. The normal scenario can't apply.

The way he chose to arrange it allowed him to have the final say in how closely they're huddled. That's how he would prefer it to be narrated but the size of the blanket has more of a say in that than he does. Because it's too small to fully wrap around them without some opening, he keeps it draped over the front of the two of them with his legs curled up on the outside. Akashi's legs might be small enough to fit into the cocoon without forcing one of them outside of it but his are not.

He refrains from initiating any commentary throughout or after setting the blanket in place. Spoken narrative is for Drama CDs used to feel out potential audience reception to more lucrative adaptations. He already knows he doesn't like this. It's cold. It's cold in the sense of being an old, lame set up rather than something hot and fresh, and it's cold in the sense that he can feel his jaw shiver if he doesn't keep it clenched.]

I know what my spymaster tells me. She knows everything. [ Leilani smiles wryly. She knows better than to even contemplate knowing more than Leliana; her advisors give her all the knowledge she could need and she's more thanful for it than she can express in words. What she wants to do is get back to Skyhold and start trying to figure out who had done this and what their intentions were, but... There's a journey to be had before they get close and she's aware of it.

It's not going to be easy, but when has been Inquisitor ever been anything close to simple?

Stretching her arms out, Leilani tries to make it seem she's not shivering under her clothes. ] They wouldn't ever dare make it seem as though they respected an elf enough to think that she actually had power. They hate the idea of an elf being a Herald of their God, no matter how I feel about it personally.

[ She shrugs, walking forward. ]

I'd kill them and they knew that.

That's because I don't get cold.

[ that was a blatant lie. he got cold. they all did. he was huddled up under the blanket the same as everyone else. but, edgar had enough to deal with already so curtis talking about being cold and tired and just so fucking alone wasn't edgar's thing to burden.

that was curtis's responsibility. ]

What would you say if I had asked?

[ooc: Fine by me on all counts! Shiro will be surprised, but he'll be fine with it. I headcanon that Commander Holt tends to call him Takashi.]

The cold is starting to get to him. Goosebumps on his legs, an ache in his lungs and joints and deepest scars. He's surprised to find that he doesn't mind Lotor touching. The Emperor is clearly being careful. And after all... Lotor knows mistreatment at Haggar's hands and what it looks like.

Shiro rubs his palm slowly over Lotor's shoulder, the blanket helping the friction to warm the skin beneath. "I can always back off if it makes you uncomfortable," he offers. "I don't know what this is, yet, and whatever we decide going forward, it's something we decide together."

He's not entirely sure where this is coming from, except that watching Lotor try so hard to explain and remedy his past actions, to prove himself, to accomodate them moving forward - the time they've spent together in quiet strategy and conference, in the cockpit of the Black Lion, in a shuttle - he's grown to deeply respect Lotor and all he's been through, not to mention what he's trying to do. Shiro's become familiar with so many of Lotor's unconscious gestures that he's always surprised when the other paladins don't pick up on them. There's... something here. It's been such a long time since he has felt anything like attraction - especially something he could think about acting on - that he's not entirely sure that's what this is. But like hell he's going to pet Lotor thing he's not cared for.

( Tyrande wonders if the humility Leilani displays will be her own undoing in the end. Too much pride and it will ruin one, she has seen it time and time again. But too little, and one risks another set of problems entirely. Still, the woman has proven to be capable for one so young -- she's come to understand that no one here lives past one hundred -- and so Tyrande does not remark upon it. ) And do you suspect that she does not tell you all that she knows? I am certain that if you had a desire, she would.

( But again, Leliani's poor attempts to make it seem as if she's not cold capture Tyrande's attention. The sooner they could find shelter, the better. Elune may not grant her a fire, but she could certainly ask her goddess for some sort of aid to send the chill from their bones. ) Is their not room in their cosmology for more than their own? That perhaps you were not chosen by their God but by one of your own? ( Ah, but then again -- as she understands it, the elven gods have left the elves, just as the human's god has abandoned them. Her hand goes to a small crescent moon that hangs around her neck, fingers tracing the metal. Thankfully, that is something Tyrande will never have to experience. )

You will still kill them now. They have only bought themselves time.

[ It's hard to rationalise being the leader of an organisation with the fact that she had been raised to be little more than the leader of a clan; being a Keeper and being the Inquisitor are two very different things. She wants to prove herself, wants to show she's good enough, but she's uncertain and afraid about stepping too far and stumbling off an edge she won't be able to come back from. ]

I think she might try and hide things that she doesn't think are important or necessary, but I know whatever is vital for my and the Inquisition's survival. If I was afraid of her keeping things from me I'd confront her. [ It's not as if she's particularly interested in the little things that she knows would just bog her mind down; she trusts Leliana, as much as she does all her advisors.

Frowning, Leilani shakes her head. ] Of course not. Our faith, our religion, is nonsense to them. They want their Maker's Chant to spread across Thedas so that he'll return to them. They don't consider what they're hurting in the process. [ And Leilani's belief in the Creators is getting shakier by the day. The more she learns and the more time she spends with Solas... She sighs, long and slow.

Glancing over, she smiles, small and just in place. ] I'll give them a just punishment.

"It would be of no discomfort." As she says it, a light dusting of a blush forms on her cheeks, but she ignores it. And as Blue settles, the machine's creaks and groans giving tell to the damage taken and the repairs needed when they do manage return to the Castle-ship, she moves away from her seat to root through the supplies she keeps in a tucked away compartment.

She procures two packets of food goo, which will warm upon opening, and the blanket is large enough for more than two people, bulky and thick and hand-knit by both Coran and Hunk, and obviously knit with the princess in mind, looking far too cutesy with little mouse designs to be a by-the-books survival blanket.

But it is.

As she holds the food goo and blanket in hand, she has to consider her options. They could share a seat together, or...

"We can, sit together back here. There is enough room to do so without overcrowding."

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