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ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[It's not like Scott has a hangover; he didn't drink all that much because he had a bad experience with the champagne, but that doesn't mean he's not exhausted from the previous night. So much social interaction and all that crap... and he's pretty sure he went to bed alone, because he wanted to at least have the night to himself, but the fact that someone is cheerfully singing in his ear speaks to the fact that didn't last long.
The mutant groans, hair a mess, before he sits up and gives Kizuna the biggest grumpy teenage face he can muster. It's... well-practiced. At least he's still wearing his sunglasses, so that he's not literally boring a hole into the older man. He's thankful for that, and the fact that he's at least wearing blue pajamas instead of being entirely naked.]
Oh my god, are you always this annoying?
[No, he doesn't answer his questions yet. That reckless energy is back, the one that makes it easier for Scott to be a bratty asshole instead of that future leader he's supposed to be, and he just allows it take hold of him.]
[ If he was more normal with his affections, Kizuna might hesitate at having a look like that leveled at him, all bite and sullenness. So much that his expression slacks in wonder for a moment, looking down at Scott in his pajamas with his messy hair...
As it is, Kizuna's affections aren't normal. Doubly so when a wave of homesickness swells through him before he's able to consciously tamp down on it. He's really a lot like Maya. Snap first, sort through later. Throwing people off a sensitive heart with the aggression that youth wears so well. Kizuna lowers the compress like he might be relenting on it, but really it's just in the interest of puffing out a laugh, fondness aching in his chest. ]
Hold on! Your bedhead's really, really cute! [ If Scott isn't prepared to fight him off, Kizuna will just dive back into bed and throw his arms around him. ] I feel like I'm getting to see something I shouldn't!
[ For all his bluster, he does seem like he means it. ]
[Scott is definitely not prepared for Kizuna's sudden attack, the mutant letting out a noise that's somewhere between a yell and a squeak when he suddenly rejoins him on the bed. The mattress bounces beneath their combined movement, one of Scott's arms flailing up to make sure that his glasses stay on his face because he doesn't want to accidentally blast this weirdo in the face.]
Aren't you supposed to be acting less drunk?!
[He's shouting, but there's twinge of embarrassment in Scott's voice to have Kizuna's arms wrapped around him and nearly hugging him. Geez, what's up with this guy?! He's so much???? But despite all his internal grumbling, Scott doesn't try to shove the man off him, at least not immediately. Look it's just too early in the morning to try and fight off someone that is strangely affectionate with him.
...It's a little nice, even if Scott wants to punt that part of himself into the stratosphere.]
[ That flicker of honesty is what gets Kizuna to eventually calm and stop hassling him, though his arms continue to stay hooked low over Scott's shoulders. It's warm, and the slow leak of that receptiveness to his affection washes over his empathy, soft and sating. No matter how much Scott might try to shove it down, Kizuna feels it clear as day. Is that cheating? Maybe. But to not use his empathy feels like cordoning off the breadth of his heart, something he refuses to do.
With a hum, Kizuna ruffles his hair a little, long fingers carding through the strands. ]
I am, [ he bonks his forehead to his temple, minding the hold he has on his shades. ] perfectly sober. You're just too much for me to resist.
[ Laying it on thick, but more mellow this time. ]
I did mean what I said though. How are you feeling?
[No one can blame him for leaning against Kizuna, right? He's just warm and comfortable and after a day or two of 'partying' (with some guests and staff still treating him like he's not worth much), it's honestly kind of nice to be held like this. Scott's always been weak to simple embraces, that feeling of belonging and feeling wanted, so it doesn't really take that long for those last vestiges of his protesting nature to fade away. Tension releases from the teen's shoulders, arm falling back from his shades now that he's more confident that they won't be knocked off.
He does his best to try and tilt his head up, trying to get a better look at the man that's still pressed against him. Although Scott's accepted his embrace, it doesn't stop the teen from thinking that he's still pretty weird.]
Huh? Are you saying that I'm cute?
[What??? Boys don't want to be called cute!! Although, he didn't even say that, Scott's putting words in his mouth and so embarrassment flares up in him, cheeks turning just slightly red.] Never mind, I mean. I'm fine. I guess.
[Maybe Scott is the real embarrassing one between them.]
Ohh? Do you prefer handsome? [ Shark in the water... ] You're that too.
[ He feels it, a warm ebb and flow of resonance that pares Scott's desires down to simple things. To be accepted is an easy enough thing to give, regardless of how it makes his cheeks redden, warming the scant between them. Kizuna likes it. It's so straightforward, when this place has been anything but. It's easy to meet the teen where he stands, too. ]
However. [ Kizuna gives his opposite ear a soft little flick, just enough to admonish him. ] You're going to have to try a little harder to convince me.
[ Kizuna does loosen his grip eventually, even if it's in the interest of reaching over to the nightstand. He pours a cup of water from the fancy carafe, swiveling back to place it in Scott's hand. ]
Let's start here. You may feel fine, but I bet you could feel better.
[And of course his stupid face is betraying him by still keeping that flush painted across his cheeks. This guy is just so easy with the compliments... and yet he definitely means it. Scott's not sure why he's so confident in that, well, guess it's because he's still being warmly embraced and his mind is just buzzing with contentment. Whatever.
Maybe Scott is the one that's hungover. Untrue statement, since he barely had anything to drink, but it's nice to think about instead of admitting that he just really likes to be embraced and held, especially after a night of feeling lonely.]
Hey! [A small protest, combined with grumbling, when he feels his ear flicked. The hell was that for?! Is this guy seriously calling him out on his half-assed reassurance?! That's so rude. He's fine, he can handle things, and he doesn't need to be worried about.
...He wordlessly takes the offered water with a small huff.]
It's nothing big. [Scott responds before taking a sip.] It was just a dumb party and then I woke up with some weirdo.
[ Pulling his arms free while Scott has the water, he hums at a pleasant (if not disbelieving) timbre and leans against his shoulder. ]
Okay, I trust you to tell me the truth.
[ Kizuna could do worse than mirror Scott's certainty in him.
And naturally, his brusque demeanor and tendency to insult first are traits that don't lend themselves well to being the life of the party. Unfortunately, Kizuna knows his personality is exactly the sort that the resort likes to grip and twist the most, wringing emotion out until it bends to their will. That Scott still has this much fight in him comes as a relief to Kizuna. Maybe it's why he can't help but stoke his bravado at every turn.
It's also a bit selfish of him, but he can't help it, indulging in how familiar it feels so rarely. ]
But it's still important to stay hydrated and take care of yourself, even if you haven't gotten up to anything scandalous. For once, we've gotten some pretty generous party favors. You should indulge while you can.
[He already misses the warm embrace, but Scott manages to stop himself from being too embarrassing, like pouting or flat out saying that he can still hug him. Look at that, self-control, and it helps that Kizuna is still close by, leaning against him. The agitation is really starting to ebb and fade, further helped as he drinks his water. He didn't think that it would actually make a difference, but he's starting to feel just a little more like his normal self.
Or at least, maybe just a little more calm.
Scott finishes his glass with a large gulp, a little sigh exuding from him as the previous night's events wash over him. Most of it was bad, or at least annoying, some of it was decent though, and today is a new day. He's... he's going to make it, so it's with a more curious tilt of his head that he looks at Kizuna, more willing to listen.]
Party favors? And it's not just sex toys? [Color him surprised. Although, as he looks around the room and spots the hot breakfast still waiting for them, it's clear that Kizuna is right. The sight near gets his stomach to growl.]
[ Raising a single enterprising finger into the air, Kizuna smiles helpfully. ]
There's one sex toy. For the resort, that's actually quite reserved. [ Taking into account that Scott is finally calmer, Kizuna leaves out some of the other items available to them in the kit. No need to bring up certain things at the breakfast table. ] Otherwise, everything else left for us seems tame. Stay here.
[ Easing off of the bed, Kizuna removes the hydrating eyepatches he'd had on and dumps them into the trash. He moves to the breakfast spread, picking up plates of foods and arranging them on an ornate tray to bring back to the bed. Luckily it's plenty big, the blankets and sheets plush and stable enough for it to sit atop without spilling. ]
I know it seems counterproductive to accept favors from the place that's made you feel this way in the first place, but knowing when to give is also important.
[Only one sex toy... that is a miracle. Scott refrains from asking what it is, partly because he doesn't care, and partly because there's a 70% chance he has no idea what it's used for. Maybe. And it's sort of embarrassing to let something like that be known.
Perhaps, surprisingly, Scott does as he's told, sitting cross-legged on the bed as Kizuna shuffles around the room. With that bit of water in him and early morning crabbiness fading away, he actually feels kind of... content? Maybe comfortable? The bed's nice and he could've woken up next to someone far worse than the rather affectionate man that's bringing plates of food to him. He's still annoying of course!! But... he's feeling a little grateful now.]
Yeah, I know. [...] I'm not saying no to free food.
[Unless it's drugged, which is possible because that's how this place operates, but he's too hungry to think about that much. Plus, he's a broke ass rank 3. Scott just grabs a nearby fork to shovel a mouthful of eggs into his mouth, only stopping to answer Kizuna with his hand partially covering his mouth.]
Coffee. [The word sounds a little muffled because of the food, but it should be audible enough.]
[ It's really a miracle that his cuteness aggression isn't coming back out in full force, but Scott's more mellow acceptance is pretty endearing too. Kizuna doesn't want to waste it. Annoyance pulses, a well-worn undercurrent, but his better nature flows atop it, subduing the instinct. Good, Kizuna thinks. That's better. ]
One coffee~ coming right up! Not as good as home, of course, but I think I can come up with something pretty close. [ Kizuna knows his way around a breakfast bar, it seems, fixing up a cup of coffee like it's second nature. When he returns, the saucer has a few sugar cubes and a dish of cream on the side. ] Careful, it's hot.
[ Down it goes on the tray. Satisfied with that, Kizuna fits his own cup in the curve of his fingers and slides back into the seat next to Scott, sipping carefully after a moment and casting a glance down to his watch. ]
After a little chaos, it's important to take the time to catch your breath.
[Something a little embarrassed, maybe verging on slightly overwhelmed, starts forming when Kizuna not only starts making the coffee, but brings it over to him with that bright and welcoming smile. It just feels like he's being taken of, maybe even spoiled, when he didn't even do anything to deserve this. He was just sort of a cranky asshole and this guy is just treating him so nicely. It's a lot to him, especially early in the morning.
He really is just one of those really nice people, huh? Scott knows they exist, it's not like he hasn't encountered them before in this casino. Helping him out when he was not only influenced by two suits at once, but also just acting out because he's been separated by his friends and family. He kind of forgotten that he isn't alone and people aren't crap and Scott knows that he can't just blame the party for that. He needs to be better.
Scott warms his hand the cup for a few seconds before placing some cream in there and stirring. There's a moment of quiet as Kizuna settles next to him, with the mutant listening to his words and slowly nodding.]
Hey. [He starts quietly, but that thrum of appreciation can be easily sensed and it's not like Scott's trying that hard to hide it.] Thanks. For all this.
[ Glancing aside when addressed, Kizuna considers him like he knows more than he ought to, though it could just be a trick of the light, a glint of something left behind after looking for too long. He leans against the headboard with a soft hum, attention momentarily taken away from whatever he'd been looking at on his watch. ]
You're welcome. [ Tempting fate, he reaches aside with his free hand, carding long fingers through his hair again. ] Are people not nice to you very often?
[ He asks even when he feels it, the way a gentle touch seems to burn through some of his fogginess to get at the tender feelings beneath. Not because Scott isn't familiar with them, but because he is. All it takes is a little reminder, sometimes. ]
[There's something really perceptive about this guy, well-hidden behind his almost flamboyant greeting from earlier. It's taken a while for Scott to notice, but with his feelings more under control, he can kind of see it now. He doesn't really think much about it though, maybe that just makes him even kinder, because he noticed his struggles early on and acted that way.
Doesn't mean he won't grump slightly when Kizuna runs a hand through his hair, but the noise is half-hearted, barely even an actual complaint. That low feeling of contentment is still the most prevalent emotion from Scott, further emphasized by the sheer fact that he doesn't even try to pull away.]
Mmm, no, that's not it. [He admits, after taking a small sip of his coffee, hands wrapped around the cup once more.] I mean the staff and some of the guests are dicks because of my low rank, but... you're not the first person that's been nice to me.
[His eyes close behind his glasses for a moment, the redness behind them dimming with it.] A lot of people helped me out when I first got here. I'd be in a rougher spot without them.
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morning;
The mutant groans, hair a mess, before he sits up and gives Kizuna the biggest grumpy teenage face he can muster. It's... well-practiced. At least he's still wearing his sunglasses, so that he's not literally boring a hole into the older man. He's thankful for that, and the fact that he's at least wearing blue pajamas instead of being entirely naked.]
Oh my god, are you always this annoying?
[No, he doesn't answer his questions yet. That reckless energy is back, the one that makes it easier for Scott to be a bratty asshole instead of that future leader he's supposed to be, and he just allows it take hold of him.]
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As it is, Kizuna's affections aren't normal. Doubly so when a wave of homesickness swells through him before he's able to consciously tamp down on it. He's really a lot like Maya. Snap first, sort through later. Throwing people off a sensitive heart with the aggression that youth wears so well. Kizuna lowers the compress like he might be relenting on it, but really it's just in the interest of puffing out a laugh, fondness aching in his chest. ]
Hold on! Your bedhead's really, really cute! [ If Scott isn't prepared to fight him off, Kizuna will just dive back into bed and throw his arms around him. ] I feel like I'm getting to see something I shouldn't!
[ For all his bluster, he does seem like he means it. ]
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[Scott is definitely not prepared for Kizuna's sudden attack, the mutant letting out a noise that's somewhere between a yell and a squeak when he suddenly rejoins him on the bed. The mattress bounces beneath their combined movement, one of Scott's arms flailing up to make sure that his glasses stay on his face because he doesn't want to accidentally blast this weirdo in the face.]
Aren't you supposed to be acting less drunk?!
[He's shouting, but there's twinge of embarrassment in Scott's voice to have Kizuna's arms wrapped around him and nearly hugging him. Geez, what's up with this guy?! He's so much???? But despite all his internal grumbling, Scott doesn't try to shove the man off him, at least not immediately. Look it's just too early in the morning to try and fight off someone that is strangely affectionate with him.
...It's a little nice, even if Scott wants to punt that part of himself into the stratosphere.]
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With a hum, Kizuna ruffles his hair a little, long fingers carding through the strands. ]
I am, [ he bonks his forehead to his temple, minding the hold he has on his shades. ] perfectly sober. You're just too much for me to resist.
[ Laying it on thick, but more mellow this time. ]
I did mean what I said though. How are you feeling?
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He does his best to try and tilt his head up, trying to get a better look at the man that's still pressed against him. Although Scott's accepted his embrace, it doesn't stop the teen from thinking that he's still pretty weird.]
Huh? Are you saying that I'm cute?
[What??? Boys don't want to be called cute!! Although, he didn't even say that, Scott's putting words in his mouth and so embarrassment flares up in him, cheeks turning just slightly red.] Never mind, I mean. I'm fine. I guess.
[Maybe Scott is the real embarrassing one between them.]
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[ He feels it, a warm ebb and flow of resonance that pares Scott's desires down to simple things. To be accepted is an easy enough thing to give, regardless of how it makes his cheeks redden, warming the scant between them. Kizuna likes it. It's so straightforward, when this place has been anything but. It's easy to meet the teen where he stands, too. ]
However. [ Kizuna gives his opposite ear a soft little flick, just enough to admonish him. ] You're going to have to try a little harder to convince me.
[ Kizuna does loosen his grip eventually, even if it's in the interest of reaching over to the nightstand. He pours a cup of water from the fancy carafe, swiveling back to place it in Scott's hand. ]
Let's start here. You may feel fine, but I bet you could feel better.
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[And of course his stupid face is betraying him by still keeping that flush painted across his cheeks. This guy is just so easy with the compliments... and yet he definitely means it. Scott's not sure why he's so confident in that, well, guess it's because he's still being warmly embraced and his mind is just buzzing with contentment. Whatever.
Maybe Scott is the one that's hungover. Untrue statement, since he barely had anything to drink, but it's nice to think about instead of admitting that he just really likes to be embraced and held, especially after a night of feeling lonely.]
Hey! [A small protest, combined with grumbling, when he feels his ear flicked. The hell was that for?! Is this guy seriously calling him out on his half-assed reassurance?! That's so rude. He's fine, he can handle things, and he doesn't need to be worried about.
...He wordlessly takes the offered water with a small huff.]
It's nothing big. [Scott responds before taking a sip.] It was just a dumb party and then I woke up with some weirdo.
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Okay, I trust you to tell me the truth.
[ Kizuna could do worse than mirror Scott's certainty in him.
And naturally, his brusque demeanor and tendency to insult first are traits that don't lend themselves well to being the life of the party. Unfortunately, Kizuna knows his personality is exactly the sort that the resort likes to grip and twist the most, wringing emotion out until it bends to their will. That Scott still has this much fight in him comes as a relief to Kizuna. Maybe it's why he can't help but stoke his bravado at every turn.
It's also a bit selfish of him, but he can't help it, indulging in how familiar it feels so rarely. ]
But it's still important to stay hydrated and take care of yourself, even if you haven't gotten up to anything scandalous. For once, we've gotten some pretty generous party favors. You should indulge while you can.
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Or at least, maybe just a little more calm.
Scott finishes his glass with a large gulp, a little sigh exuding from him as the previous night's events wash over him. Most of it was bad, or at least annoying, some of it was decent though, and today is a new day. He's... he's going to make it, so it's with a more curious tilt of his head that he looks at Kizuna, more willing to listen.]
Party favors? And it's not just sex toys? [Color him surprised. Although, as he looks around the room and spots the hot breakfast still waiting for them, it's clear that Kizuna is right. The sight near gets his stomach to growl.]
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There's one sex toy. For the resort, that's actually quite reserved. [ Taking into account that Scott is finally calmer, Kizuna leaves out some of the other items available to them in the kit. No need to bring up certain things at the breakfast table. ] Otherwise, everything else left for us seems tame. Stay here.
[ Easing off of the bed, Kizuna removes the hydrating eyepatches he'd had on and dumps them into the trash. He moves to the breakfast spread, picking up plates of foods and arranging them on an ornate tray to bring back to the bed. Luckily it's plenty big, the blankets and sheets plush and stable enough for it to sit atop without spilling. ]
I know it seems counterproductive to accept favors from the place that's made you feel this way in the first place, but knowing when to give is also important.
[ He winks over his shoulder. ]
Now, coffee or tea?
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Perhaps, surprisingly, Scott does as he's told, sitting cross-legged on the bed as Kizuna shuffles around the room. With that bit of water in him and early morning crabbiness fading away, he actually feels kind of... content? Maybe comfortable? The bed's nice and he could've woken up next to someone far worse than the rather affectionate man that's bringing plates of food to him. He's still annoying of course!! But... he's feeling a little grateful now.]
Yeah, I know. [...] I'm not saying no to free food.
[Unless it's drugged, which is possible because that's how this place operates, but he's too hungry to think about that much. Plus, he's a broke ass rank 3. Scott just grabs a nearby fork to shovel a mouthful of eggs into his mouth, only stopping to answer Kizuna with his hand partially covering his mouth.]
Coffee. [The word sounds a little muffled because of the food, but it should be audible enough.]
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One coffee~ coming right up! Not as good as home, of course, but I think I can come up with something pretty close. [ Kizuna knows his way around a breakfast bar, it seems, fixing up a cup of coffee like it's second nature. When he returns, the saucer has a few sugar cubes and a dish of cream on the side. ] Careful, it's hot.
[ Down it goes on the tray. Satisfied with that, Kizuna fits his own cup in the curve of his fingers and slides back into the seat next to Scott, sipping carefully after a moment and casting a glance down to his watch. ]
After a little chaos, it's important to take the time to catch your breath.
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He really is just one of those really nice people, huh? Scott knows they exist, it's not like he hasn't encountered them before in this casino. Helping him out when he was not only influenced by two suits at once, but also just acting out because he's been separated by his friends and family. He kind of forgotten that he isn't alone and people aren't crap and Scott knows that he can't just blame the party for that. He needs to be better.
Scott warms his hand the cup for a few seconds before placing some cream in there and stirring. There's a moment of quiet as Kizuna settles next to him, with the mutant listening to his words and slowly nodding.]
Hey. [He starts quietly, but that thrum of appreciation can be easily sensed and it's not like Scott's trying that hard to hide it.] Thanks. For all this.
[.....] You've been really nice.
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You're welcome. [ Tempting fate, he reaches aside with his free hand, carding long fingers through his hair again. ] Are people not nice to you very often?
[ He asks even when he feels it, the way a gentle touch seems to burn through some of his fogginess to get at the tender feelings beneath. Not because Scott isn't familiar with them, but because he is. All it takes is a little reminder, sometimes. ]
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Doesn't mean he won't grump slightly when Kizuna runs a hand through his hair, but the noise is half-hearted, barely even an actual complaint. That low feeling of contentment is still the most prevalent emotion from Scott, further emphasized by the sheer fact that he doesn't even try to pull away.]
Mmm, no, that's not it. [He admits, after taking a small sip of his coffee, hands wrapped around the cup once more.] I mean the staff and some of the guests are dicks because of my low rank, but... you're not the first person that's been nice to me.
[His eyes close behind his glasses for a moment, the redness behind them dimming with it.] A lot of people helped me out when I first got here. I'd be in a rougher spot without them.
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