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introductory mingle: DRAGOSTA

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Introductory Log and Dragosta celebration
when: The month of September.
where: Anywhere around the city.
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dragosta

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.

a celebration of romantic love

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!

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[ This time, the laugh that follows rides on a contented sigh. ]

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.

['It's not weird'. Strangely, it's something he's oddly happy to hear. He's never had an issue being called strange before, but for something like this to be not considered strange...

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.

[ Aoba realizes he'd forgotten how it felt - that spreading warmth of joy blooming in his chest whenever he felt Noiz smile against his skin. He feels it now, bright like a burning brand on his bare skin - like he can feel every edge of that tightening of his muscles and skin and the hot huff of air against him - all of it betraying a smile, the kind that warms his skin and bleeds into his voice. That smooth, soft sound of it having a different inflection because he's smiling as he speaks.

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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[Before, Noiz might have accused Aoba of asking for selfish things with words like 'You promise'. But not this time. He's already got an idea of how to make good on such a promise as he nods his head in reply against the others' hands.

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.

[ That weightless elation he feels, it's like his feet have left the ground. Aoba realizes now more than he did in Germany, this feeling... it's that sensation he's heard so much about. His breath warm and close by his ear, his hair light and soft under his hand, the wight of his body so sturdy... it's a comfort to cling to. But even then, he feels like he's floating, buoyed by some unseen force that wants to bring him up beyond the breathable air of this world.

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.

[It seems to be enough of an answer for the rabbit-like male, because as soon as Aoba tells him that all he wants is what Noiz wants... well.

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.]

Eh... uwah!

[ 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?

[Maybe Aoba could have walked on his own. But that would have taken more talking rather than just plain action. And given exactly how Verbal Noiz tended to be... it wasn't really a surprise that he went with his instinct to pluck the other up and carry him off.

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.

[ Aoba feels a little awkward like this but it's... easier if he just rests his head on Noiz' shoulder, even though it means he's very definitely cuddling him. It's not something they do very often or really at all? He's glad they're alone, otherwise he would have just grown irate with all of this PDA.

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. ]

[Right. Hot, cold... he'd be able to feel those things on more than just his tongue, too. He's never really felt the wind, or the rain...

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?

[ He's lost in thought, on cloud nine, if he's honest... so much so that he doesn't think much of Noiz rummaging around in his pocket. Distantly he knows he's doing it, but when his hand emerges empty only to play with the air before his face, he just laughs. Aoba looks at the fingers dancing and tries to catch it with his hand. ]

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. ]

[He most certainly did have a pair of trunks. One of the articles of clothing he'd bought on a whim out of his profits from his comfortable job, though getting around to actually use them had been something of an impossibility thus far.

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.

[ Surprise, Noiz. You're being drafted into living a real life among real people, at a speed at which probably gives him a sense of whiplash. But Aoba's so eager to have him make the most of this new experience, he doesn't even think of perhaps easing him into it. After all, it's been a while since he felt that dulling of his own senses while he was inside Noiz' mind... back when he'd used Scrap, which he hasn't yet for this Noiz. ]

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?

[Ah.

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.

[ Aoba listens intently as he maintains that one-handed grip on the other. He bobs his head slightly and offers abbreviated sounds of affirmation as he talks about public bathhouses and onsen and...

Wait. ]

[ Aoba stops swinging his arm and leans forward towards him, disbelieving. ]

Heeeh?! You've never gone swimming before?!

[ That explains the rare blush flooding Noiz' usually even complexion and the sudden aversion to meeting his eyes. Noiz is flustered, that cool and distant demeanor cracking under the strain of his own embarrassment because -- ]

Who even swims in an onsen, are you a kid?

[He nearly flinches backwards when the other leans in, almost yelling at him for his confession. Augh! It was uncomfortable, the sudden dizzy feeling between his ears--he can't quite pinpoint the feeling but this is most certainly embarrassment.]

I swam in one when I was a kid, it was a long time ago...

[He grew up in a box, remember? He really loathed the idea of saying that outloud, however, so he just shakes his head at the other. A hand moving up to try to rub the reddened feeling off his cheeks. It's not working.]

It doesn't matter, I'll just float, right.

If you don't know how to swim, you'll probably sink!

[ He ignores that nearly full-bodied flinch, too consumed in his own shock to think that any reaction from Noiz is anything but a slight on him and his illogical responses towards everything normal or... well, in all honesty, he's too distracted in general to notice. Everything else would likely prove to be a convenient (and flimsy) scapegoat.

Meanwhile, Aoba takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly - a long-suffering sigh he has no right to give, given his own shortcomings. ]

We'll have to take this slow, then.

Right, to the shallow end! [ His hands clasp his one hand and pull him along as he walks backwards. ]

[Sink...

Yeah, probably. Then again, Noiz is still so wiry that he might just float on the surface too. Like a pond reed. Either way, he's not taking the risk of almost drowning and being able to feel what THAT'S like, so when the other sighs and resigns them to the shallow end--(where there's a few kids splashing about, tossing a beach ball back and forth...)--he merely nods once and grips the others' hand as it drags him along.

He'll give the other a very pointed--almost cheeky little smile--as they walk along the cool, wet floor of the pool along their way. His head tilting a little to the side as he watches the other.]

You could always teach me how to swim, you know.

That's the plan, dummy. [ Aoba looks at him over his shoulder and tries to look annoyed, but the wink that flickers back at him ruins the image he's going for. ]

Okay, this should be good. I'm going in.

[ Releasing Noiz' hand, he kneels down and sits on the edge of the pool, dipping his legs into the water and then pushing off to let the water swallow him up to the shoulders. His feet find the bottom of the pool and he stands, the water reaching only as far up as mid-torso. ]

Uwah~ that feels refreshing! [ Meaning it's chilly, but not so cold as to be entirely unpleasant once one gets the initial plunge over with. He turns and lifts his arms out of the water, dripping. ]

Come on.

[Noiz takes a few extra moments to get over the initial uncertainty of getting in. Being up to your neck in water seems pretty uncomfortable, but when the water doesn't come up over Aoba's shoulders, it doesn't seem half as bad.

Just another moment of hesitation before he lowers his first leg down, and the strangely enveloping sensation of cold water aound his leg is startling. Enough to make Noiz' eyes widen and his teeth click, but... he holds in any weird noises until he's down and completely in the water.

Meaning, when he slides off the edge and into the pool, he definitely gives a little shout of surprise. It IS chilly, and having your entire body suddenly dunked into it...

He's grabbing ahold of the others' arm as he tries (keyword, tries) not to slip and fall in entirely.

Here's hoping he just doesn't end up dragging Aoba in.]

W-wait! Not so fast--

[ Obviously, this works about as well as one might expect. In other words, it is a spectacular failure and the pair both get swallowed up by the water. But thankfully not for long. ]

Phwah!

[ Aoba exhales, sending a mist of water from his lips as he breaks the surface again, hauling Noiz up with him. He's wet from head to toe now, his hair sticking flat and slick against his skin. He kind of feels like a drowned rat, and the chilly water on his hair feels really weird. But then he realizes that tumble might have caused Noiz to stub something or move the wrong way, so he's quick to check on him. ]

Noiz, you okay?

[Not so fast? Not fast enough, apparently, as they both take a plunge down in the shallow water.

Which is apparently fine, as after a moment they resurface. The full-bodied sensation of being drenched was shocking enough, but--at least Noiz didn't do something stupid like trying to breathe in while underwater.

When he comes up, he does so with a harsh shake of his hair because of all things--

The feeling of his hair sticking to his scalp now is the weirdest thing he's ever felt.]

--It's cold. [He says, breathlessly, instead of affirming that he's fine. It's followed by a breathless laugh.]

I didn't--think it'd be cold...

[ Aoba finds the sensation oddly refreshing, but he's also accustomed to it. He knows just what to expect, and if he continues to shiver after some time, he knows it's officially too cold for him and he would just know to wrap himself up in a dry towel in the sun or take a warming shower instead. Noiz? He has never experienced this in his life.

Today will be a day of firsts, the first of many. Aoba reaches out and slips his fingers through Noiz' hair, spiking it up by rubbing it. Like scrubbing one's hair with a towel, only without one. And... honestly, he'd never do this to his own hair, that would hurt. Noiz' laugh tells him everything he needs to know - and the tension immediately drops away from him. He smiles. ]

It's shocking at first, but you'll find it refreshing soon.

[ Aoba drops his hands to Noiz' and pulls him closer to him, winding his arms around his shoulders and hugging his body close to his. He says he's cold, but is it the temporary shock of that water or is it honestly too cold? Aoba's interested in finding out, and apparently has forgotten he's in a very public space. This kind of public display of affection is a little rare. ]

Is it too cold? Or can you endure it long enough for me to teach you to swim?

It's not too cold.

[There's an almost prideful tone to his voice, as he's actually able to state this firmly, this time. Usually it's something different, like I can't feel it, or I didn't notice. This time? He could actually tell the difference in temperature.

And it wasn't anything awful. It was refreshing, despite the shock that had made him slip and pull the other in not a few moments before.]

I can endure it for as long as it takes.

['So teach me', basically. He's looking at the other, now--concentrated and determined.]

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