Musical Beds Beach Bonanza!

[probablynoteren]

Who: A pile of sleepy mages
Where: The beach huts!
When: Sometime post-magical training
Open/Closed: OTA

[Remember those lovely (cramped) colorful beach huts all lined up and ready for occupation? In these early days, in between exploration and crabs dancing jigs on everyone's insides and difficult magical training and certain people blowing up or otherwise walking away with entire huts, it's every man for himself when it comes to claiming sleeping space!

It's dark, you're tired late in the day, it's hard to read the nameplates on the huts should any have been filled out already. Whatever the reason, you've wandered into the wrong hut and fallen into bed, or wandered into the right hut only to find someone else in your bed.

The obvious solution is to grab the next available bed, owner be damned. It's not like the beds have names written on them.]

[OOC: Musical beds is a go! Feel free to go action, whack each other with telepathy or both. The OOC plot post can be used for plotting with your bedstealer/stealee! Enjoy. ☆]

Comments

per akira.

[tropism]

[ he had a wonderful surprise coming home in that some guy is actually sleeping on his bed.

giorno wishes this was uncommon. but days and days ago - before everything passione, anyway - he lived in a dorm. it was not uncommon for people to waltz into your room without your permission, and anyway that's why there's a mirror on the other side of his door, so he can actually see who's coming in and be ready for it.

in any case, the guy looks like he's sleeping well. giorno sighs. he thinks, briefly, about waking him up, but he looks like he needs the sleep, so he tucks him in under the blankets instead, and settles on the floor to puzzle out the weird book he'd gotten from the caravan, listening to his mp3 player with one terrible song. it's just one evening. worst case scenario, if a fight breaks out, he's more than capable of killing anyone. ]

[actus]

[ that's so reassuring holy shit

akira manages to stir a few moments after being tucked in. he can't remember the last time anyone did that for him, which is why the strangeness of it all wakes him. it was nice. blearily, he sits up and rubs at his eyes. listen, it had been a long, long night and the fact that someone else had taken the bed he had claimed as his own had completely thrown him off. he resolved to simply borrow this one. it'd totally be fine, right? right. ]

... Mm. Good morning.

[ akira it's not morning and you have zero idea who is in the room with you. ]

[tropism]

Good morning. Or evening. Did you sleep well?

You can stay there for a bit longer, I'm not planning to turn in yet. But I do expect you to leave later on; it's a one-time deal.

[ he leans back against his bed to glance at him. ] Did someone take your bed?

[actus]

What a kind and benevolent benefactor....

[ he yawns after saying it, rubbing at his eyes before reclaiming his glasses from the floor beside the bed. he tosses giorno another look, slightly more apologetic this time. ]

Yeah. I didn't want to kick them out.

[tropism]

Oh? That's a new one. And premature. You might regret it in the future.

[ he says it in all seriousness, but he's teasing him. ]

As for that, well. You could've slept right beside them, too.

[actus]

Will I?

[ he echoes it back, in deadpan, but then yawns a second time, shoulders rolling. ]

And not until at least the third date.

[ akira please don't? ]

[tropism]

[ well, if he's being honest with himself (then again, who's counting?) - ] You will.

[ a third date? giorno just smiles. ]

We're at the domestic stage. I even tucked you in bed. I think you'll have to let them know that that's no longer an option for them.

[actus]

Did you? Kinda mad I missed that.

[ akira chuckles, the sound drowsy but warm. ]

I'll have to let them know that I'm off the market.

[tropism]

Of course. It's only proper.

And - if you come back again, maybe we can have a repeat.

[ isn't he a lucky boy. giorno stands up, stretches, and then shoves him gently on his shoulder. ]

Move aside. [ he's gonna sit right beside him in this tiny bed. ]

[actus]

Mm.

[ ????? you know what, he'll allow it. just for now. ]

But it's so comfortable. It'd be cruel for you to tell me to leave. [ deadpan. of course. ]

[tropism]

I'll remember you fondly as you exit my house.

[ giorno leans against the wall and glances at him with a raised eyebrow. ]

So. What's your story?

[actus]

[ how romantic!

akira yawns and shifts slightly more onto the bed. ]

You mean tonight? Or in general?

[tropism]

Surprise me.

I want someone worthy of my time, after all. And the night is young.

[ ah. what a terrible meeting this has been. ]

[actus]

[ what is this conversation. akira is too tired for this, but he plays along, rubbing his eyes under his glasses once again. ]

I have a talking cat back home.

[tropism]

Beginning, middle, end - don't they teach that in school anymore?

Why does the cat talk?

Can you still call it a pet if it can talk to you? Or have you become the pet now, as is all the goal of cathood, as far as I'm concerned. They're not exactly as friendly as dogs.

[actus]

Question overload. One at a time.

[ he lifts his hand, pointing a singular finger up and then over at giorno. ]

He talks because that's normal for him. And I guess I'm as much his pet as he is mine, even though I'm the one that feeds him and lets him sleep on my stomach.

[tropism]

Do all cats talk in your world?

[ or just this one. ]

[actus]

Not that I'm aware of. He also helps me with my homework.

[tropism]

What a good cat.

... I'm guessing it wasn't just a stray cat, or something adopted from a shelter.

[actus]

He was a stray.

[ a laugh. ]

Though I guess he found me just as much as I found him.

[tropism]

What an odd thing to say about a cat.

[ he must really like his pet???? so many questions. but, he did say one at a time. and giorno's not in a hurry. ]

But we have a saying like that, in my home - how certain things are just drawn to each other. Call it fate or destiny or coincidence, if you want, it's inevitable all the same.

[actus]

Fate.

[ he's heard that, once or twice, and he stares a bit pensively up at the ceiling of the hut. interesting. ]

We have that, too. I don't know how many people really believe it, though.

[tropism]

[ he shrugs. ]

It's not really something to concern ourselves with.

Good or bad - the only way to move through life is forward.

[ fingers over his lap, tented. he thinks of home. ] Tell me something else.

[actus]

[ forward, huh? that's what he's been doing these last few tumultuous months. moving forward. it was all he knew how to do. ]

I don't know. If I keep talking, I might tell you that your bed is being occupied by a delinquent.

[tropism]

Oh?

I'm listening.

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