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- !mod post: holiday,
- !mod post: monthly mingle,
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introductory mingle: DRAGOSTA
what: Introductory Log and Dragosta celebration
when: The month of September.
where: Anywhere around the city.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines
In the days leading up to September 1st, residents new and old will notice preparations beginning, a flurry of activity getting the city ready for the upcoming celebration: Dragosta. This holiday is in celebration of romantic love, and seen as a time of the year for Quarantine residents to try to find someone special to cuddle up with in preparation for the cold winter months. Romantic love is highly valued in Riverview Quarantine, as it can foster an incredible sense of wellness and belonging, and is often the cornerstone of found families as well as biological ones. While there are no official city-sponsored parties, there are various holiday traditions and a paid day off on September 8th so anyone who wants to indulge in them with their loved one can do so.
Rather than anything structured and organized by the city, Dragosta is a celebration usually left up to the citizens of the city to organize for themselves - there are a few traditions that many businesses (obviously) capitalize on, mainly the tradition of special date nights with small gifts exchanged for people who've already matched up or want to. There are also various singles dances intended to help people without partners find someone to share the special holiday with, and a tradition among the various magic users in the city of preparing soul mate potions and spells intended to help people find the person they're meant to be with.
i. soulmates
Almost as soon as it hits midnight on August 31st, booths and street corner vendors are popping up all around the city offering various magical potions and spells in little rows of bottles. The number of types are overwhelming, with a different concoction available for every type of magic that exists across thousands of different worlds. But the purpose of every single bottle and its contents is exactly the same: to help you find love. Specifically, these are the traditional magics that promise to give anyone who uses them the ability to find or identify their soulmate.
These little bits of magic can have various effects on the person using them (reminiscent of the soulmate trope in fiction), depending on the type of magic and the person who prepared them, and the options are almost endless. There are a few comfortable standbys, though, that pop up pretty much every year:
● Rainbow Potion: Tiny bottles of a soft rainbow-colored potion that affects the vision. Once drunk, the potion will remove the partaker's ability to see in color until the first time they meet their soulmate after ingestion, then all the colors will come flooding back.
● Time Spell: Purchasing a time spell will get you a little vial of liquid with a tiny hourglass inside. Pouring out the liquid and turning the tiny hourglass will result in the appearance of a timer counting down on the partaker's skin somewhere - like a moving tattoo, it will count down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until the person will meet their soulmate for the first time after the spell is initiated.
● Red Thread: Some residents might've heard of the legend of the red thread of fate, a red thread that is tied between the ankles or little fingers of two people destined to fall in love. Tiny jars with a delicate red thread attached to a note (the contents of which are unreadable) are sold to invoke this legend. Once opened, the user should tie the red thread around their smallest finger on the left side and a red thread only that person and their soulmate can see will appear, tying them together. It may stretch or tangle, but will never break.
● Ink Potion: Small vials of a mysterious black liquid are one of the more common offerings - this liquid, once carefully spread on a portion of the partaker's skin, will result in a tattoo-like marking in a particular shape, that matches the marking that magically appeared on their soulmate!
While these are the most common types, there are almost infinite numbers of other types of potions, spells, and magics intended to help people find their soulmates, of varying type and quality.
A Few OOC Guidelines:
● Soulmate potions/spells can be used multiple times with different partners, and the effect can last as long (or as briefly) as you want it to.
● Since there is a wide variation of different types of potions/spells, they can vary in effectiveness. Feel free to use this prompt for either serious shipping or silly pairings for comedic effect.
● There is no compulsion involved in this prompt. The potions/spells will only show the character who their supposed soulmate is, not compel them to fall in love with the other character.
● Because there is no compulsion or alteration of behavior involved, and all effects are temporary and mildly annoying at most, characters ARE allowed to use them on other characters without asking. If your character wouldn't take one of the potions/spells, one of their friends can definitely spike their drink with a potion or use a spell on their behalf. Also, only one party has to use the potion/spell in order for it to work, both parties do not have to partake, though it is up to player discretion how heavily affected the person who did not partake is.
● A long list of trope ideas and variations can be found here. I've only included specific potions/spells for the most common ones I've seen, but please go as wild as you'd like with the types of potions and effects they have, so long as everyone involved is on the same page.
● Mod questions and plotting regarding this prompt can be found here.
ii. singles dances
All around the city, various businesses are hosting and sponsoring singles dances. These dances are an ancient tradition of Dragosta, originating from the reality of a very early group of displaced arrivals. Observed since the founding of Riverview Quarantine, the events have grown and changed with the times, still serving the interests of the modern citizen. The dances will be advertised throughout the city and range in quality, size, and tone, but they will always have the same objective and methodology: to match people up based on chemistry on the dance floor.
All singles or polyamorous pairings/groups looking to add additional members will sign in at the dance of their choice, and attach nametags or stickers to their clothing - pink, blue, or purple to indicate their preferences in partner (female, male, or any), and a "P" or "D" for "poly" or "duo" to indicate their preference for a polyamorous match-up or only one partner. Once they've indicated these preferences, they head out onto the dance floor, where they can either seek out someone they're interested in or wait for someone to come to them. As the dance goes on, and one person approaches another (or a group or pair), the person (or people) approached can either accept or reject the advances, and after finding someone with chemistry, the happy couple (or triad, etc.) can leave the floor together.
Every person who attends and participates will receive vouchers for free dinners and discounts or gift cards for various places in the city to have a nice dinner and get a present for a new paramour, or two or three...!
iii. date nights
This one is pretty simple: restaurants, clubs, hotels, movie theatres, and anything else in the city that might even vaguely be construed as a date location will be offering romantic date night packages, discounts, and other promotions to the lovebirds of the city. There are a few highly-anticipated special events that crop up every year, though.
One of the most popular are the movies in the park, hosted on almost every night of the month, these are romantic comedies and other good date movies from dozens of realities featuring romantic stories in a multitude of different configurations. Lovers are encouraged to bring a picnic blanket and settle on the grass for a nice relaxed show, or tickets can be bought for special experiences such as the mini-deck, with romantic table settings, wine, and catering with a waiter, or the cuddlebug, where a comfortable couch is set up with popcorn and blankets for the lucky lovebirds to curl up on together. The variations are endless!
Another popular option is a retro-futuristic drive-in experience, where any type of vehicle can be driven up to a temporary drive-in diner for a meal, and then pull up to a temporary outdoor theatre. Once parked, the lovebirds can "park" - that is, cuddle and neck in the car to their hearts' content, probably instead of actually watching the movie.
For this prompt, any type of date night discount is cool to assume, or make a mingle top-level with a special event of your own imagining and earn bonus activity points!
iv. kiss and tell
Something a little different is happening during Dragosta this year - one of the magic researchers at Gramarye, who was recently married and only just returned from her honeymoon, got hit with a confusion spell by accident. A little muddled and love-drunk, she acted on her intense desire to make everyone in the city feel just as happy as her, and shared the love by whipping up a potent spell to do so. As a result, residents will see bright little glowing 'fairy lights' floating around the city throughout the entire month of September. What do the fairy lights do, though?
Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating lights will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. What the characters won't immediately know is that any kind of kiss will work - a hand, forehead, cheek, or butterfly kiss will work just as well as a kiss on the mouth, but that will require some experimentation to find out.
v. roommates or wildcard
Feel free to use this prompt to meet new roommates, for the purpose of getting to know each other, or hit up the mod-posted prompt to create a Communal Housing floor mingle. Or, if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set during Dragosta, feel free to write it up!
Credit: image i: Anya Goo; image ii & iv: unknown; image iii: Raphael Grimm
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His eyebrows furrow together a little, and he's certain he can count the number of times Aoba's heart has thudded in his chest since he's entered the room.
Maybe it's a cause for concern, but...
He ignores it entirely, deciding to approach the other instead, intent in his eyes and a curious little smile curling up along the edges of his lips.
The fact that he could suddenly feel it when he exhaled a sharp breath...
It was enough to tell him that whatever the hell was in that little bottle had worked.
Instead of replying to Aoba verbally (It'd be better to do it with a touch, just a single touch, his fingers ghosting along the others' cheek, settling against the side of his neck, feeling his pulse, feeling the soft warmth of his breath--) He looks at him with a quiet look that's every bit determined...
And every bit cheeky.
After a moment, he finally does speak.]
You're warmer than I'd thought.
RUBS HANDS TOGETHER
That pulse races a little faster as he advances, a small smile growing. He can feel his knuckles going white without looking at them, he's gripping the pan so hard, holding it in front of his torso defensively. ]
What are y--
[ The touch is uncharacteristically gentle, and oddly, Aoba can feel it more intensely, his eyes sliding closed in a prolonged blink as his fingers trace his skin to settle on his pulse. At first, he just thought it was nerves, but now he's starting to wonder if he's... high. That train of thought is quickly derailed when Aoba realizes Noiz felt heat. ]
Warmer? [ Maybe Noiz isn't feeling well, but then again, he's not feeling well. Or rather, he feels too much. Just the light touch on his skin makes him feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the sensation. It's caught him completely off guard. Aoba puts the pan onto the counter behind him. ]
Are you feeling okay? [ Hah, if only Aoba knew just how 'okay' he was feeling. ]
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Which, it's apparent now that he's fascinated by it, what with how he's dragging the pads of his fingertips across the others' cheek, as if it's the first time he's ever touched the other.
He had nothing to compare it to, but if he were to put a definition under the word soft, this would probably be it.
'Are you okay?' That question seems to wake Noiz up from whatever distraction his eyes were concentrated on for the moment at least. And that's when he finally seems to look at the other, locking pale, mint-green eyes with Aoba's far brighter ones.]
I am. [Brusque. Vague. His eyebrows furrow. Right.]
Feeling. I can feel it.
You.
[His smile becomes wider, focused--a look Aoba would find nostalgic. The same sort of look Noiz had given him back when he'd asked the other to go to Germany with him. Affectionate.]
Aoba.
dshjgkd
Feel...? [ Aoba jumps in shock and then springs into action - catching Noiz' face with both hands. He kind of... squishes his cheeks together a bit, then pinches it. Grilling him with rapid-fire questions as he does. ]
Can you really? Can you feel again? Is it just heat?
[ He's so excited, he's just asking one question after another. As far as he knows there was no cure for his condition, not from their reality at least. Not unless he used Scrap. But now Noiz can feel, and that reflects in the way he looks at him now... that same smile, the kind that seemed to stretch it's warmth into all the cold and dead places of his body because he could feel and feeling made him a part of the world. ]
Just how much sensation do you have? Is it numb anywhere?
[ Aoba, chill. ]
Re: dshjgkd
He raises both hands to settle them against Aoba's arms, his thumb pressing just a little harder against the inside of one of his wrists. He can even feel the gentle--growing steadier--beat of the others' heart if he concentrates.
Which, the silence he gives before answering Aoba's questions would suggest he certainly is concentrating on it.]
No, it's not just heat. [His eyes flick down to look at the others' fingers, then they're right back up--staring almost straight through the other.] The flicker of your heart, and ah.
[A chuckle, again.]
You've got callouses on your hands, here. [Probably due to all the hauling he's done for his job in Riverview, right?]
The numbness is gone. [He sounds like an excited child, in his own way. His voice still hushed, his tone still short, but...]
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Does it matter? He can feel, and his smile proves it.
Aoba laughs bashfully when he calls attention to the roughness in his hands. He really should wear work gloves more often, maybe spend a few nights with lotion and soft gloves to make them less rough, but... he never really had a reason to before now. Even then, Noiz is so completely pleased that it washes away his momentary fit of self-consciousness, making way for him to laugh instead. ]
Haha, just hearing you say that makes me want to touch you aga--
[ Aoba freezes mid-sentence, his happy and innocent tone was ruined when he said something really weird. There's really no backing out of a statement like that, no convenient way to backpedal. ]
What I mean is... can you let go of my wrists for a bit?
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He couldn't fully concentrate on just one thing, be it words, the light feeling of the others' heartbeat against his fingers, or...
He takes a moment to realise the other was speaking to him, so when he's asked to let go of him, his response is a little lagged. Though whether or not Aoba realises that it was due to him being distracted by his new view on 'life', or if he thought it was just Noiz not wanting to let go... well, that was up to him.
Almost reluctantly, he pulls his hands away from the others' wrists, letting them settle at the others' sides.
Yeah, he's not letting go right now, not unless Aoba strictly tells him to.]
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[ Aoba sighs gratefully when his hands are finally free to move, but then finds himself awkwardly holding still for Noiz. This... kind of leaves him feeling a little restless for some reason. ]
...
[ That's right, this feels a little strange because he's not used to being held like this. Without his sense of touch, he seems to hold him only out of necessity, gripping sometimes a little too tightly. It's because he can feel him now, it must feel reassuring.
So this is the first touch he'll feel of his. Completely. Like anyone else in the world. Aoba thinks of how he should begin. He lets his hands settle high on his chest, with one hand lifting higher to brush his fingers through the light hair. His would have been too sensitive for this, but as he strokes his hair from his temple to his ear, he curls his fingers and runs the backs of them across his piercings, thumb tracing the outline of his ear.
Strangely, he can feel all of this more intensely, his senses zeroing in with far more focus than he generally would have. Entranced. Little does he know it's the potion Noiz quaffed that's the cause. ]
Does anything hurt?
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He liked it. Strangely enough. Which only made him shift to try to pull the other closer against him, so he could feel what it was like to have someone else fully pressed against him.
Something so innocent, for all of Noiz' perversion and unabashed talk, the first thing he wants to feel... a hug. The way he draws his arms up and around Aoba's middle as the others' fingers draw into his hair, along the rings in his ear. (Which, he only now notices, the metal is cold, warmed only slightly by the blood that rushes around by small veins,)
His eyes flutter closed a little as he enjoys the simple touches, concentrating on each and every stroke of Aoba's careful fingers before he answers the others' question. Just a small shake of his head, at first--no. Nothing hurts.]
If you want, you can bite me to see if it does.
[Is this a joke.]
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Light, amused laughter startles out of Aoba at the joke, which he follows through with a small smack of his palm on his hair - far too gentle to be a genuine admonishment. ]
Pfhaha, you...!
[ As Noiz starts to pull him closer, Aoba's hands remain up as if not sure what to do with themselves until Noiz has him in a full embrace. This is... really different. Nice. Aoba is a little late to it, but he winds his arms around his neck and shoulders and hugs him back, aware of how much warmer it feels with the other man so close. Little details - either things he's missed or imagined them as his own - such as his breathing, the beat of his heart, the sounds of fabric or hair being smoothed by this innocent, loving gesture now seem to drown out the world around them. ]
...I knew it.
You like cute things. Like rabbits and hugs.
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'You like cute things, like rabbits and hugs.'
Hm.]
If rabbits and hugs are a weird thing to like...
I'll live with it.
[Maybe it's a bit unmanly, but he's not really the type to care about something like 'image', is he.
This is his first time hugging someone, after all--not that he'll say that. It's just... pleasant, having someone else close, feeling their warmth...
He didn't hate it as much as he thought. Maybe the fact that it was Aoba was just that much... more.]
They're both comfortable.
I like that.
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It's not weird.
[ It feels good - comfortable is a good way to describe it, if simple and to the point. Even though Noiz is a little bigger than he is, Aoba still remains the scrawnier of the two, he can't help but realize just how well they fit together like this. Noiz' breath warm against his neck, his arms around him. His voice, the deep, soft sound of it so close as to be intimate. It's making his heart race despite how comforting it is, but that's because he's getting such a great hug from Noiz.
One of his hands lifts up and touches the back of Noiz' head, that same comforting gesture that Granny used to give him. That, and... touching Noiz' hair and knowing he can feel it is a novelty that won't wear off anytime soon. Aoba leans his head against his and whispers. ]
I like this too.
...If we could do this from time to time, that would make me really happy.
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Aoba might be able to feel his lips curl a little against his neck, an odd smile that he doesn't often express on that quietly dour face of his. The others' hand on the back of his head feels oddly comfortable; he's being held in such a careful way that he doesn't quite recognise why he's contented with it.
Someone so touch starved finding someone to be comfortable with--he quietly wonders if this is what it feels like to care about someone else.]
Something like that....
Something that simple would make you happy.
[It's not a question, but rather a statement--as if he's saying it to confirm that he understands.
Now that he knows how comfortable it feels...
He nods.]
Aa.
Alright.
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Aoba feels tears prickling at his eyes as he holds him even tighter, not wanting to let go. This is a moment he wants to remember, he burns it into his heart, inscribes it with the heat of his yearning. He missed this, this part of Noiz that was a part of his world. He won't pull away, no matter how much he feels self-conscious about holding him this tightly - even in private - because at this moment this is what he has craved. He's a man starved, dying for a drink of this salve Noiz pours into him, this simple gesture. ]
Really? You promise? [ His tone lifts, happy and strained with emotion. ]
So... what would make Noiz as happy as he's made me today?
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He doesn't want to let go, either--content to hold onto the other for as long as this feeling might last. He's not keen on simply letting the other know it's all due to a potion yet, and he decides to leave it until later.
More important things right now.
Like answering Aoba's simple statement of how happy he is.
Ah.
So that's how you'd describe this feeling.
It's not fleeing, like the adrenaline rush from winning a game, or successfully finishing a long line of code.
It's lingering, and it settles. It's different, and he now has a word for it.]
I just want to be near you.
[What would make him happy? That's easy. He lifts his head enough to just look at the other.]
I don't care what we do.
So long as I can touch you.
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That feeling... of being swept off your feet.
He's saying everything he's ever wanted to hear, just from Noiz. Every word dripping and heavy with that seductive euphoric substance called... love. God, it's so overwrought that Aoba feels like he's quoting a certain sequined friend of his, his own over-the-top poetry dripping from his eyes and ears and infecting all his senses with his romantic point of view.
It's true. He loves it. He loves him. And it was all because Noiz said that he wanted to be near him. He can look into his pale lime-green eyes and see the honesty laid bare there. Aoba can tell that his own hazel eyes reflect only a vulnerability he's tried to hold back. He's needed this more badly than he's able to express in words, and couldn't because it didn't feel right to. Not with Noiz's memories so short of his own.
That makes Aoba question if this is okay. Does he deserve this? And while he stares questioning into those pale green eyes, his own mist over with emotion. He wants to make the most of it. This discovery. ]
...I want to do everything you want to.
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Even Aoba would know that the somewhat selfish brat isn't going to consider that given permission to be anything less than exactly that. There's a sense of purpose in his eyes that drive his next action--
Which is to literally pluck the other up off the ground as if he didn't weigh a damn thing--Which isn't true, Aoba wasn't light by any meaning of the word, and the strange feeling in his arms, is that what it felt like to carry the weight of someone else? A slight ache, one that made you have to straighten your back and assure your grip...
Even something like that, he found himself slightly smiling at. That is, while he made his way into the livingroom, taking only a moment to judge exactly how the least awkward way to dump them both on the couch was. Which means it's exactly as awkward as you can imagine, with arms and legs not quite going in the direction Noiz planned.
They end up on the couch with Noiz sort of pinned underneath the man he'd half-princess carried into the livingroom, arms still tangled around him.
...
Well, it could have been worse, they could have wound up on the floor. And that thought alone has the quiet, usually stoic youth... laughing. A hand over his face as he tries to compose himself after his self-inflicted incident.]
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[ Aoba is always impressed with the strength Noiz has, for someone who would otherwise subsist on pizza and pasta if left to his own devices and burrow himself in the privacy of his room all day, every day. Venturing out only when necessary.
But once the initial shock wears off, Aoba finds himself hanging onto Noiz tightly for security and he... enjoys it. This ridiculous feeling of being carried around. Discovery that he likes this makes him instantly blush, because it's inherently embarrassing, not very masculine and also? He's not a kid! ]
O-oi! I can walk on my own!
[ It's a weak protest, one that gives way to an outburst of giddy laughter when they collapse onto the couch in a tangle of arms and legs. Aoba finds himself still cradled in his arms, but resting in his lap. Momentarily stunned, it's Noiz' laughter that breaks the silence first, and Aoba joins in. ]
Did you even think that through? What a brat.
[ He doesn't expect an answer to that and continues to laugh, the sound dying down once he settles a little more. His arms slide down from around his shoulders and neck to his chest as he looks into his face. ]
...How did that feel?
You felt it, right? While carrying me across the room. [ He shifts restlessly. ] Right now, too... am I heavy?
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Even when the other teases him for not thinking his actions--(which he didn't, he didn't at all, and he even shakes his head once in reply, so there's your answer.)--he simply just moves his hands to settle them against the others' arms that are against his shoulders, now.]
...I didn't realise that weight felt like that. An ache at all your joints. I've gotten tired from carrying things before.
But that sort of strain...
[His fingers curl a little against Aoba's sleeves. Can't escape now.]
You're not heavy.
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Instead he feels... comfortable. A little closed in, but he doesn't mind it. ]
We should make sure to head outside today, so you can feel the sun and the breeze. It's getting cooler, so you'll really be able to tell the difference.
[ Being able to be here for this experience, he'd missed out on most of it since Noiz had been in the hospital. Here he gets to see Noiz react to every little thing. Likewise he feels like even the hair on his head is more sensitive than usual. When he rests his head on his shoulder, his hair tingled painfully. His clothes, which he normally wouldn't think much about, feel heavier and a little abrasive in parts. He laughs it off as something psychological, because he's hyper aware of how Noiz is feeling right now... right? ]
It's weird, but I feel a little more sensitive too. It's like sympathy pain.
...Can I see your other hand? [ He wants to touch it. ]
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Funny, for a guy who thinks a lot about perverted things like sex, when he's able to feel for the first time in his life, he's not yet gotten around to simply ask Aoba to sleep with him. Honestly, the guy should be proud.]
...Ah.
[Sympathy pain. Right. Maybe he... SHOULD tell the other why this is happening in the first place. He moves his hand to grip the little bottle in his pocket--but he pauses when Aoba asks for his hand.
Such an odd request is enough to make him (temporarily) forget what he was about to do, so his hand comes up from where it was about to dig into his pocket...
Fingers wiggling in front of the others' nose.]
If we go outside...
Where will you take me?
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Mm... where to go. [ An arcade would just be a lot of sounds and visual stimulus that isn't anything new to Noiz. Likewise with movies or music. What he needs is something literally sensational, something that tantalizes his sense of touch, experience the subtleties of temperature. ] Mmmmm. [ Going to the beach is just too far and the river is too cold this time of year... besides, it's not summer anymore and the weather is not going to be conducive to a refreshing dip. Aoba leans his head to one side and then the other, frowning as he rests his head on Noiz' shoulder as he thinks. None of that would work. ]
Mmmmmmmaaah! [ Aoba sounds a little frustrated.
Except then a light bulb goes off. Aoba lifts his head and looks straight into Noiz' light green eyes. ]
Noiz? Do you have any swimming trunks?
[ Because if he does, that's exactly where they're going. And before he'd know it, Aoba would have had him changed, pulled into a cab and directed towards the nearest indoor swimming pool he can find in short order. He doesn't even give him time for a hilarious montage, either. ]
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Not that it really mattered, as it looked like he was getting a chance to use them now.
Now as he's ushered off the couch and to change into different clothing... it would be a little rushed and kind of irritating, he thinks, were it not for all the new sensations that came with doing everything from brushing his teeth before leaving to the feeling of the wind in the car as they drove to the pool.
Standing with the other just a little ways away from the pool itself with the other now he's just... staring. Down into the water. The air is cool in the building, smelling like chlorine. A little humid as everything just ... feels wet. He's having trouble trying to put a name on how it feels, and it's likely obvious by the odd look of wonder on Noiz' usually calm, quiet expression as Aoba pulls him along.]
...Ne. Aoba.
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Mm?
[ He slows down, looks at him down the length of their arms as he pulls him along by the hand, examining his face. Eventually they stop. ]
You have a funny look on your face, are you feeling okay?
[ It doesn't occur to him that the experience, the sensations of warm and humid air hanging heavily over them or the sting of chlorine that irritates his eyes and nose might be a little overwhelming. Their steps on the cement slap with the moisture of numerous people wet from the pool crawling out of it as they walk along the edge towards the shallower end.
He gives his hand a jostle, swinging their connected arms back and forth a little to get his attention. ]
You've been swimming before, right?
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He can feel his ears turning slightly red when the other asks him if he's feeling okay--a colour that only spreads to the front of his face when the other asks him something as simple as 'You've been swimming before, right?'
You'd wanted to get an embarrassed response out of Noiz before, right, Aoba? Well, here it is in full form as his eyes dart away from the other, fingers curling a little against the others' as he clings a little tighter to Aoba's as their arms swing.]
...I've gone to public bathouses and onsen before.
[Another long pause, and he's raising his head to (try) to look at Aoba properly.]
...I've never gone swimming before.
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