ghosts of christmas past (k'sel)

[Lotty]

Thwap! There was the most subtle of sounds; firelizard wings briefly buffering against the air, a guttural sound instinctually issued from deep in his voicebox, and a...something in his face. A something that was warm. K'sel wasn't quite sure what he did to deserve this wonderful gift, but he sure was thankful, and promptly took the jacket into his arms and snuggled with it for as long as he could, "I thought we already established that the ghosts don't come out at day because they are big pussies..." kinda like they were there for a moment, but then, the brownrider never claimed that he was free of hypocrisy.

"Nooooooo...." he made a big show of his whining, slurring out the words as if he was a drunken mess - he wished he was a drunken mess, did alcohol only exist in the weyr? - and put up a fake fight, "Your loss broseph, throwing your coat at me was kind of like assaulting derelicts with pocket change, I'll only come back for more..." he thought on that for a second and realized that the two of them were in fact homeless and analogy hit a little too close to reality. He ultimately tossed the coat right back into the general direction he made the greenrider out to be in.

He was content to go right back to shivering. Or at least that was until... Consideration. He was giving real, honest, consideration to what A'emi had offered, and he could not find it in himself to try and repel the invite. It was cold, and you had to do what you had to do at times. That being said, there was still caveats, but this was something to go over as he was already scooting, "Ok, yes, but we shall not call it cuddling... ever. This is instead huddling... for warmth, but more importantly..." and he lowered his brow as he always did when touching upon something serious. Not that A'emi could see this... but the motion became a part of K'sel's everyday body language, "If there is a spooning situation I refuse to be the little spoon."

It was mostly logistics to him. He was by no means a big man, not in height and definitely not in mass, but he was still bigger than the greenrider and did not take well to the idea of being latched onto by the smaller man from behind... he was liable to think that the blonde was in fact an oversized bug that was readying to suck his brains out via a proboscis mid-sleep, and the results would most definitely be an attempt at extermination. That being said, the brownrider was still edging closer and closer and awkwardly sort of brushing up against the other man. All in all, he was much in the same boat as he was and he didn't even know it. At least when dealing in sex there were unwritten rules on how to go about it. This on the other hand didn't have a tutorial, spoken or not.

[Avu]

He snorted, gratefully pulling the jacket back on and buttoning it until the collar muffled his chin, and promptly stuck his hands into the pockets again. Numb fingers were not conducive to buttoning, who knew? A’emi offered a muffled hum into the collar of the coat; it came out strangled enough that he decided there and then that he would not be talking for the rest of eternity until he got this stupid coat out of his face, which was not going to happen until things warmed up considerably. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like he needed to talk much anymore, because K’sel was doing that for him. And hey, he wasn’t outright rejecting it and acting like body warmth was not preferable to turning into a human popsicle, so A’emi could count that one point to him.

A’emi peeled the collar momentarily away from his mouth in order to tell K’sel, “Noted” before he let it slap back over his mouth again. There was no need to point out that he preferred having a warm body at his back anyway—could curl up more tightly that way. Warmth. He sat upright slightly in order to turn onto his side, pillowing one arm underneath his head, reached behind him to grab at K’sel’s shoulder (he would’ve gone for his hip, it being considerably more convenient while he was lying down, but it was dark and he couldn’t see exactly where he was grabbing and…just no) to shove lightly down towards the ground. There was no way he was huddling sitting up. If they were huddling, they were going to do it properly so he could get some sleep and pray that no hungry desert feline came wandering along.

“’m gettin’ sand everywhere,” he grumbled into his coat, and promptly squirmed backwards until he had tucked his back against K’sel, resolutely shutting his eyes so he could pretend that this was not actually as awkward as it was. Not that it helped, since he could see approximately nothing anyway. And it wasn’t like it was very comfortable, given the whole sand thing, but A’emi had been worse. He kind of preferred sleeping with somebody to sleeping alone, anyway. If that kept him from turning into an icicle, it was only an added benefit. He paused in order to tug his collar away from his mouth again, “Good night, don’t let the desert felines bite, sweet dreams, and if I kick you, sorry.”

A slightly amused chirp sounded in his ear as Darkling swept in to land again, evidently preferring to sleep on top of Hers as opposed to on top of a not-so-soft-and-warm tree branch. The green flopped over his head casually, tucked her tail under her body, and flicked her wings out of A’emi’s face to avoid smothering him by accident, and then hummed at K’sel innocently before she whistled as creepily as possible. Watch out for the ghoooosts. A’emi tugged on her tail like a bell rope, muttered into his coat incoherently, and earned a reproving click from the green. He was ruining all her fun.

[Lotty]

Ok, yeah, this was new. For a guy who had K'lir's tongue down his throat once upon a time, he certainly didn't expect that this whole situation would be so weird, but like any other time when pushed into a corner he forced himself to adapt. That was what separated them from the rest of the animal kingdom was it not? And K'sel liked to think he was particularly good at that skill as the need for it struck him more often than not. In retrospect he wasn't too excited about K'lir's kiss either, but went with it, rather feeling he deserved it for being a blatant shit disturber that day. Maybe he deserved this for cussing out ghosts? Nah, stupid concept, the best plan of action had to be not to think of this any more than he really had to, and he definitely had to restrain himself from thinking about the potential outcomes of Kyrahth rising. Chills.

Hmmm? Nothing.

Rolling over at the greenrider's nudging, he felt the man's back curl up against his abdomen and shivered one last time before finally enjoying the first semblance of warmth he had all night. Still, he couldn't help but try and make light of the situation, playfully volleying back the comment about sand, "Be careful not to get it in your va-jay A'emi, I heard once it is there you can never get it out..." He stifled a chuckle, breathing it into the folds of his scarf while his arm moved to wrap around the other man's body. That tattery gloved hand found a place to hide in the pockets - well he hoped that was a pocket - of his companion's coat.

"I'll excuse your kicking... goodnight A'emi..." and he wiggled there one last time as he convinced himself that this was ok. That this was alllllll going to be alright. But it wasn't, something was still off and he couldn't quite figure it out. Twitch, twitch...awkward.... what is that feeling? He squirmed some more, distinctly detecting something hard poking around there at waist level... and prodding at the other man's backside at that. He reached around his belt, surely poking A'emi a few more times in the process of adjusting himself before explaining...

"That was my belt knife... by the way..."

[Avu]

Okay.

Admittedly it had been a long time since he’d curled up with anybody other than Kyrahth outside of things like Flights (which didn’t really count) and he liked having someone plastered along his back and all, it being considerably nicer than sleeping alone, which he was accustomed to, but…But. But several things, actually, the first being that K’sel was still shuffling around an awful lot and it was going to be much harder to fall asleep with his personal space heater twitchy. The second was a little more concerning, though, specifically being the fact that there was definitely something poking him and uh, yeah. Well. He was sure there were several ways he could point this out, but on the other hand, awkward poking or no, A’emi didn’t want to lose his makeshift blanket.

Hopefully K’sel’s twitching around was intended to, ahem, adjust. A’emi opened one eye to roll it up and back like he could see through the back of his head at K’sel, asking without words What in the world is going on. They did not need to have this become any more awkward than it already was, thanks, and while he was sure K’sel was, once upon a time, attractive, skinny hobos had never really been his thing and he could probably do without this considering he was going to be hanging out with the guy for what could quite possibly be forever and a day after this. And further, he was not going to be getting to sleep if this was going to be a problem for the rest of the night.

A’emi carefully eased his fingers into his collar, as slow as possible while still moving in order to postpone the inevitable, during which time K’sel apparently got himself arranged, because just as A’emi said, “Um, are you—” the brownrider spoke up with his explanation.

And then A’emi snickered, turning his face into his arm. “Whatever you say, man,” and if it weren’t pitch black out he would’ve probably batted his eyelashes at K’sel but considering it was and his back was turned to boot, it seemed kind of pointless. “I bet you say that to all the pretty girls,” he added on a sleepy hum, and then nudged his heel against K’sel’s legs before he tucked his toes under his calves for additional warmth. “Once you’ve got that raging belt knife under control…do you think we can handle sleeping? Should I be worried for my virtue?”

Right. Because he totally had that.