longdream | CALL ME OUT

What, are you trying to show me off? [Eric's scoffing about that idea although he's trying to be good-natured about it. He's a bit squeamish about the idea of PDA, he can't help it. The look on Eric's face would assuredly be just as awkward as everyone else in the room... especially when it was only last night he got a confirmation of his feelings. Although, he already misses being able to gush about Mira and share how much of his love he had. Maybe some day. But it's hard to think about that right now.

The breakfast comes midway into this explanation about the Grandmaster and Eric is just digging thoughtfully into a stack of pancakes while he listens. The picture of Ouroboros is becoming a little bit clearer... although, being here also makes them seem a little more sinister. Plus the name reminds him of the bad guys from an anime he likes.]

Makes sense you'd have a leader like that... huh, what? Someone here goes by 'the Fool?' By choice?

[Eric's been called that before, but in his case, definitely not.]

[ That's not exactly the kind of question he was expecting to be thrown his way, but if anything he was kind of amused. Granted, McBurn's not exactly the kind of person who was a fan of PDA himself, but it's planted an interesting image into his head. Maybe for something off to the future, if things do work out, and his fork does manage to pick up an egg, though he didn't take a bite yet. ]

If you're into being shown off, guess I could arrange for that—I'm sure it could be a good time. [ He's smirking a little, obviously not serious but Eric did know of his feelings now. ] Though, did intend for it to just be a prank, like bringing along someone to somewhere forbidden to get an entertaining reaction. Most of the Anguis can be far too serious for my liking and the only one of them that wasn't, the Abyss, kind of pissed off for a good while.

Campanella's the one who goes by the Fool; that's his title as one of the Enforcers and he does go by it by choice. He can be fun sometimes...though have to say if there's someone the most loyal to the Grandmaster, it'd be him. Seems to always have a plan going on in his head even if he's not one of the Anguis.

[He coughs at that insinuation of what he's 'into'. It sounds dirtier than the joke he was making when he puts it like that!!] H-Hey, let's not get hasty there...

Anyway, I guess that depends on why it's forbidden in the first place. I'm not really interested in whatever the secrets are. It'd probably go over my head anyway, since I'm not from here. [Also he'd rather not have people annoyed at him for no good reason...]

You're talking about how Vita went back to Jonathan's world, right? Or is there a different Abyss?

[And more pancake and scrambled egg focus when he listens about Campanella. His name sounds like a pasta... he's imagining someone very Italian, despite understanding that is not a country on this planet. Like a mafia don when he's supposed to be some kind of schemer.]

Campanella the Fool.... [if there is a pen around here he might start writing this stuff down on a napkin or something.]

[ That was going to be hilarious when Eric saw this this later on instead. Definitely not mafia-don-like.

There was also definitely that look of amusement when he successfully flustered Eric a little, but hey time to start eating his food. Then a bit after that... ]

Simple reason's that nobody who isn't an Enforcer or Anguis would be allowed into the room. Can't have the plans getting out to those lower-ranked or people considered outsiders.

...The Abyss here's a different Vita. Thought it might've been the other one I met back in the City, but looks like I was wrong. Timelines were probably close, though. [ Look, he's gotten a hang of those now! ] The one that's in this world had a falling out with the other Anguis at the moment.

[ Around this time, the blue haired man approached the two and exclaimed, "Greetings! Welcome to Ouroboros, Eric, oh-very-precious-one-to-our-dear Number One Enforcer. It is a pity I cannot stay but you can call me Blueblanc. I do so hope you enjoy your stay, dear boy...and if you need anything just let me know. Toodles!" He winked, put back on his mask, and with a flourish was out of there before anyone could say anything else.

That was a little embarrassing but whatever, it's fine. ]

And guess I don't have to introduce you to him. Doubting you have anything valuable with you right now, but you won't want to let him know if you end up getting something—he's some kind of 'Phantom Thief'.

[Well, Eric is about as outside as it gets, so that makes sense... there's no real reason for anyone to trust him here. He's a little disappointed to hear the Vita of this world would be a stranger but it's not very surprising either - and anyway, not like the Vita he knows would be here anyway for the reason he already said. It would mostly just be kind of unusual, the way it was meeting Stickburn for the first time. That's probably more frustrating for McBurn than it is for him, especially if this Vita is the source of some internal conflicts in the organization. But then, McBurn doesn't seem like he actually cares that much about this stuff. And now they both have the experience of timelines bullshit.

Before he can say anything else about that though, this dramatic fop shows up to ... tease them!? Absolutely. Even though it's obvious that's what he's doing, his mouth still hangs open uselessly as the words do not form, and in the end he's not able to get one in edgewise. Until he's nearly gone, anyway.] Uh- sure?!

[Well. At least that guy was so flamboyant, he's only half as concerned about whether a same sex couple would seem out of place in this world....... wait, a phantom thief?? Like Akira??]

That's a popular profession... you know, I don't even think I want to ask. That introduction said it all.

[Eric really doesn't have any valuables though. Even his wedding ring was just a plain silver band.]

[ It's not like McBurn could even judge his co-worker's behavior too much considering his lazy nature sometimes caused those accompanying him to be annoyed.

That said, it was right that he didn't care too much about the trouble Vita here was causing, though there was a little bit of disappointment she wasn't the same Vita from the City. Whether or not that was for the best, he didn't know, but right now it wasn't his problem. That might not be the case sometime down the road if she caused enough chaos in regards to the organization, however. ]

Not even wrong at all. Talking to him about it would probably end up getting ridiculous or become a pain, knowing him.

[ Though, in between bites and finishing up, he'll speak up again. ]

...If you've got any other questions, feel free to ask whenever and whatever. Been talking about the others a little, but I'm sure you've got other things on your mind too.

[Eric's eating a little more slowly, it's a lot of food and his appetite is less than usual, but he'll be finished soon enough. Even if he doesn't actually finish everything. He's considering this offer. Yeah, he has a ton of questions about what this place is for, what Ouroboros really does, and things like that. But ... well, he's not completely ready to let what just happened go yet. Can you blame him? He's here because of McBurn, not Ouroboros.]

Well first of all, I'm kinda wondering what you even told him, to say something like all that...

[ He'll idly begin to slowly spin the fork, while placing his elbow on the table with little to no care or regard for table manners, and he allowed his eyes to linger on the brunet. ]

Had to go and give my report to the Grandmaster when I returned. Most of the others were there to listen to the entirety of it, though at the time couldn't have cared less. I ended up mentioning you a couple of times, so no doubt the others know who you are. Must've connected the dots when I brought in you as a 'guest'.

[ Enough to tease him at least. The McBurn they knew never took much interest in people in general unless they could 'fight', and though he was fully capable of referring to other people by name...usually he'd offer a nickname or description of them, hardly bothering to call them their moniker properly often. Strictly referring to 'Eric' as 'Eric' had definitely alerted them of the brunet's importantance to him.

Even moreso when some of them had briefly accosted him for conversation following his report to chat about it because they were nosy. ]

Could've been more than that too. They might've been able to notice something else in the midst of my mentioning you and your name, though it's not like I came out and confessed how I felt. But, not like this was a big issue, and if they knew not to touch you, can't say it's a problem.

Edited 2020-04-05 15:11 (UTC)

Oh, so that's how it is... [This all seems pretty characteristic. The 'name' part stands out and gets an understanding nod as he can guess the meaning right away. After all, Dickburn always called him a nickname like Sparkles. (And, well, now that he knows this version of McBurn, that's just gonna permanently be that other guy's name to him, so turnabout is fair play he supposes.) Although, if the dots had been connected just now, he'd have guessed it was because Eric is obviously wearing McBurn's shirt. Especially since McBurn stayed with his off, that could lead to a certain type of speculation... no matter how innocent the reason was in reality. The more he thinks about it, it's obvious what that guy must have thought!! He's suddenly a lot more conscious of how the man is staring at him. Showing off his toned arms too. Eric habitually looks away again, since otherwise he'll stare back and forget about the rest of this meal entirely. And he hasn't even started on the sausage.

Anyway, it's relieving that he thinks it's not an issue. It makes his colleagues seem kind in at least one sense, but less so in that he thinks they need a head's up not to 'touch' him. Well, if it was in a normie context, he'd have thought that meant more like 'seduce', but one of them's a phantom thief and McBurn is literally here to fight, so the possibility they just go around harming people as they please can't be entirely discounted.]

Uh, then... Are a lot of them dangerous? ...I don't mean on a battlefield.

[Should he avoid being alone with any of the members?? Can Sharon's tea time be trusted, once he hears of her??

Well, for now, he finishes the sausage, and decides he's officially full. Silverware down.]

We can go pick out that room, if you want.

[ Spoilers, it's definitely as Eric concluded...McBurn didn't care too much about their state of dress to even think twice about it, funny enough, and even in the face of his own feelings. He'll...probably remember to put on a shirt at some point, though.

He did look a little amused when Eric looked away, however.

McBurn's also almost done eating his food in between their lovely chat, definitely having had a bit of an appetite in comparison to Eric. ]

Would say hardly any of them would be dangerous to you outside of a battlefield. Well, guess there's at least one. Her name's Shirley.

She's the only girl with long red hair around here, and she's someone who just joined recently. Doubt it's going to be a problem, but if you see her on the ship...it'd be better if you avoid being alone with her. She's bloodthirsty and unpredictable.

[ As far as he was concerned, she had far too many screws loose, and she's literally the only one he'd never want around Eric. Which was saying a lot.

Anyway, he'll rise to his feet, having finished himself and then motioned his hand in a 'follow me' gesture as he began to head out into the hall, expecting Eric to follow. ]

[That would probably be for the best, since this type of misunderstanding is embarrassing for him too. Then again, as he follows decisively, it strikes him again that he hasn't seen his back before this. It was up against the chair before, but now he can take in its shape. He really looks good from every angle, like the place where his long hair hangs over his shoulder... this person is once again so obviously out of his league, anyone thinking otherwise has made Eric look better, probably. Would he even mind if it was true? God, the thirst is terrible, and it's not even like him to be this way... he's so desperate for real love, he's rebounding much too hard knowing it's within his grasp. He needs to get a grip. A girl, right, they were talking about that.]

I think I can manage to stay away. This ship is so huge...

[If there are windows of any reasonable size on the way to the rooms, he might start looking out of them so he doesn't have to torture himself looking at stupid sexy McBurn.]

There's nothing like this, on Earth or Nirn. It's pretty cool, heh heh.

[He's trying very sincerely to let it cheer him up. Even if this vacation winds up just being a deep pit that he buries his pain inside, there's so much unfamiliar soil to pile on top of it.]

This ship's currently the largest in all of Zemuria at 280 arge. Might be impressed if there was anything else that could even begin to match on other worlds.

[ Suffice to say, baby got back, ain't that right?

Who knows how many floors this ship actually had, but at the very least McBurn was here to lead him straight to a proper guest room. There were quite a few of them, considering Ouroboros was liable to have some outside guests from time to time.

But at last he chose one, seemingly at random, doors opening after he pressed a button on the wall.

It looked like a normal bedroom, with red carpeting, a comfortable, large bed with cream colored blankets and a pillow. There was also a large window, alongside a wardrobe, comfy chair, and closet.

This actually wasn't one of the normal barebones guest rooms, and was definitely usually reserved for more important guests. He'll move to even stand aside so the brunet could come in, and the door would shut closed once the both of them were completely inside. ]

How do you like it?

[BABY GOT BACK...... but do he got the booty? ]

Definitely not in the skies as far as I know - wait, 'arge?'

[They have a foreign system of measurement?? God, he's so fucked. He's a dumb American that's bad at math, he doesn't even know the metric system terribly well.

So there are some buttons on walls that just open doors... the sight of it made him a little nervous, even though he knows he has nothing to fear here. The decision game he went through left quite an impression. But here he goes, through the door. It's the opposite of stark in here, thankfully, so his worries slip away as he takes a moment to look at things, touch the chairs and look out at the view from the window. ....So many clouds. Reminds him of the flight to Nevada - aaagh, enough of that. Eric turns back to the rest of the room and McBurn.]

It's really fancy. Nice view, and the chairs and bed seems soft and comfy... I'm fine with this one.

[He still has the bundle of clothes in his arms, so he can start hanging them up in the wardrobe. It'll be nice to put them down. But come to think of it, what does McBurn want to do in here? Obviously the bed's not for sleeping in.... they just woke up less than an hour ago, after all.

Hmm.]

[ He do got the booty, he do. ]

Measurement system.

[ And even better, the foreign system of measurement is almost identical to metric!

That said, McBurn had some ideas as he took another look at how Eric fit his clothes loosely from behind, though most of that's happening because they're in a room together alone again. He'll place a hand on his own hip, looking vaguely thoughtful—yeah, let's call it that—as the other turned to face him again. ]

Feel free to put your clothes down or wherever for a bit. There's probably something else we should talk about.

[ Not about how he's been undressing Eric with his eyes. Probably. ]

[Is it about how he's been doing the same? I mean, he is already half undressed, but that booty tho....

Eric's back is nice and broad. The skin peeking through the hanging down part may not show off much definition, but it does look soft enough to sink your teeth into. For the moment right after he turns, he nods and gets on with hanging up the clothes. Heh, he called them his even though they're borrowed, this is kind of domestic. Without thinking much about it, this turns his back to McBurn again. In this narrator's opinion, the best quality of this silhouette is the view of his entire neck. His typical shirt chokes awkwardly up it half-way. Thanks to that, you'd never look at it that closely, but it's got that masculine thickness to it. Oh, but now he's done, closing the wardrobe as a few goosebumps go up that neck and then disappear. He can't help it, the phrase 'we should talk' is just inherently anxiety-inducing no matter who's saying it or how. Then again, the look on his face is inviting enough.]

What's up?

[ It's funny that he hadn't even thought about it that much. Rather than it feel like something someone did when something slipped their mind, it actually felt completely and totally natural. So when he did realize it, he wasn't all that bothered.

He very clearly liked to see Eric wearing his colors so to speak. So he definitely heard the brunet ask the question, except with just watching the other man from behind, it's enough for him to step closer. And even closer, as all he could think about was having Eric, and it's definitely too much to resist losing his inhibitions.

After all, what was there not to like about Eric? Even beyond his personality, which also drew him in, and the actions he's taken, there's the way his eyes sparkle when he's excited. And how tantalizing his body looked, from the part that was exposed, to even where the clothing covered but undoubtedly wasn't able to hide.

...

There was definitely something else he had been intending to discuss with Eric, but at this moment that wasn't happening. ]

Been thinking about how nice it is that we have some privacy even in here, Eric.

[ There's a shift to his tone that he hadn't let enter even back when his hands were all over Eric.

And he's now that he's close enough, all he could think about was kissing him. So that's what he tried to do—try to see about capturing the brunet's lips with his in a not-so-chaste kiss, too eager to keep himself from trying. In the middle of this, one of his hands had reached for one of Eric's shoulders, while the other one rested against the top of the wardrobe, nearby the brunet's side. ]

Edited 2020-04-07 04:31 (UTC)

[As soon as he's responded to the question, Eric is hit with the realization of how close his companion is now - there's really not even enough space to look past him. He's not trying to, of course... his eyes are wide open, but they're focused up on his eyes. When was the last time anyone looked at him with that much thirst?? It might have been never, but there's no way of remembering - right now his thoughts are frozen by the sound of his voice. He can't think about anyone else but McBurn, and that's even before he kisses him.

Well, even an idiot could figure out he brought him here to kiss him, right? Eric and McBurn both have some awkward ways about them so he thought he would have to work up his courage for it, but instead it's just like last night. No, not exactly the same. In his voice right now, he can feel in his bones the restraints coming loose, and then his hands and lips are upon him. He's pinned between the man and the wardrobe, with nowhere to go but up. It's too bad McBurn's eyes are likely closed for this, because he'll miss seeing the first bright glint of Eric's light since he's been in this world. It may actually be strong enough for the light to faintly reach through his eyelids. Eric is shocked, but his switch is flipped. He wasn't the only one holding his feelings back, and now he's lifting his hands to hold firmly onto his crush's naked sides. Eric closes his eyes. There's no need to respond in words.

...There might be an overwhelmed moan after a moment though. H-He didn't think he'd be such a good kisser on top of everything else. It's not like Eric doesn't have any experience, but this is really passionate! His heart is going crazy! This could go south very fast, if you know what I mean.]

[ Indeed his eyes had been closed for just a moment—long enough for him to miss that little spark of light.

There was also no question McBurn had deepened the kiss during all of this, easily keeping the brunet where he was, given where his hands lay. Though with him leaning forward like this, the taller man also had pressed his own body against Eric's, which certainly helped. On top of it all, the sound of Eric letting out such a sweet sound like a moan was music to his ears, and he wanted to hear more. Pleasing images of the brunet entered his head—particularly ones that involved him lying beneath him.

The hand that was gripping Eric's shoulder moved down the brunet's side until fingers could slip up the side of his shirt to feel skin, the heat of his hand and fingers bringing a little heat and a teasing touch.

It's also around this time he pulled back from the other to break the kiss, a little flush to his cheeks. And it was easy to see how his eyes were darkened with want and desire, but then again, Eric had seen that very well before he initiated the kiss, hadn't he? Though, whatever respite McBurn gave Eric was brief, as he leaned in again, to press his lips against the side of his neck, and then his teeth. ]

[Being pinned by McBurn's body isn't so bad... the wardrobe's tall enough to press his back against, and he can feel all of those sculpted details he'd been admiring rubbing against him. It's such a new experience... his frame is so much bigger than his own, there's a lot of sensation to take in here. He's still so warm too. That feeling is muted slightly by his shirt, but not once he slips his hand underneath it. Eric's sigh comes out into the other man's mouth through the kiss. His soft belly isn't normally very sensitive to being stroked, but McBurn's heat has a way of literally getting under his skin. This hand still feels so good... he can only imagine what it would be like wrapped around his junk! He'd feel guilty about perverting it that way, but this is totally his fault. Eric's hand lifts up on that side McBurn's hand is traveling around to keep it out of the other man's way, instead groping awkwardly back against the wardrobe for the moment.

The break in the kiss is well timed, followed by a deep gasp from Eric around the same time he's made eye contact. This half-lidded look of his is pretty sexy, but even more is seeing him with pink cheeks - just that slightest touch of vulnerability amid the dominance that shows him he's just as affected. He's swelling with fondness right now, even though it's only a glimpse that lasts a few seconds. He moves the hand on the wardrobe to slip back behind McBurn, higher this time, to play with his hair while he kisses his neck.]

McBurn... [His voice lilts cutely at the 'burn' part, he just wanted to say it in kind of a jokingly whiny way. He's suspecting hickeys, which to him are possessively cute. This quickly escalates to teeth, which he probably should have expected. If he hadn't noticed, Eric's kind of a weenie, so he quickly grits his teeth.] Hnk-!

[There's an animal reasoning that he's being claimed, which is touching enough that he wants to allow it. Although something deep inside his skin is reeling angrily at this penetration of a demonic entity through teeth on his neck, subconsciously screaming vampires, what the fuck!! Before he knows what he's doing, white lights are jumping all over his body, their emissions practically like shuriken to the body up against him. How painful it is will depend on the true difference in their power levels now, but it probably will hurt at least a little. Eric doesn't know that specifically yet, but he figures if nothing else it would hurt his eyes, so he's quickly mortified.]

Whoa, ah! I'm sorry!

[ Listening to him say his name like that had almost certainly resulted in a laugh if he weren't so occupied, and into the moment with the brunet in the first place. Though, before he could do anything else, after hearing the other give out such a loud noise, there was suddenly all this business with lights happening.

It's true that the brightness did surprise him enough that he suddenly let go, closing his eyes as a reflex due to such a blinding flare in his field of vision. The fact that it surprised him was also clearly evident on his face, and there was a little sound of surprise to go along with it, which might've sounded closer to a 'Tch', more than anything. ]

...

[ He's also sitting on the floor because apparently he lost his balance and fell right on his bum as well. Though, he'll get up, clearly just fine, because really it's just a little sting. ]

Kind of a surprise, but guessin' your power activated on its own?

[Excellent, Eric has the high ground. Now off with his head... oh, just kidding. He's fine. Thank goodness he's fine, though, for so many reasons. His light has faded now, replaced only with fretting.]

Y-Yeah, it did. I never bothered to control it before since it was harmless... and Mira liked it... I didn't mean to push you. I didn't even hate what you were doing.

[How to explain... well there was that weird reaction to him falling down, so he's almost completely sure that had something to do with it.]

I just get... intrusive thoughts. They're becoming worse lately. Probably because I almost died.

[it's frustrating that this is getting in the way of his one source of comfort from that...]

[ He'll look down at his hands briefly and as expected, there's no marks left, but that was about what he expected. Still, it was only strange because while he kind of imagined Eric would or could light up, he hadn't expected to actually feel it. ]

Yeah, didn't look like you did it on purpose.

But, guess it makes sense that you're having trouble after all of that. Not like I'm going to blame you for it, and it barely even hurt.

[ He'll rub the back of his hair a bit. Well, he supposed it really was to be expected that what happened was fresh given what... it happened literally about a day ago? He wasn't about to fault Eric for what happened anyway, mood killer or not.

Still, it was definitely something to think about. ]

Think we'll need to hold off this time, though. Nice as the moment was a second ago, it'll be kind of a pain if we did a repeat of all that light flashing.

Sure, I-I understand.

[How embarrassing. In that case, he'll walk away from the dresser, find a chair to flop down in and try to calm down. The mood may have gotten awkward, but his dick doesn't know that.]

Although, um... That happens when I'm happy too, you know...

[if this is an issue now then they could have a lot more problems later on. He lit up the entire room the first time he was healed by his wife. That could be super uncomfortable for him if just this much sent him toppling, so it's not like he can just ask McBurn to get used to it if it doesn't hurt that much.]

Hah. I guess I just have to get it under control. ...I wonder if taking the sword out of me would help?

[probably not. He was still able to laser when McBurn was fighting with Dawnbreaker. He's never entirely removed of its presence or power. He's just not sure where to begin when he's allowed this to become second nature to him. His hand rubs the spot where he was bit thoughtfully.]

[ It's true, though on McBurn's account the mood definitely caught up with his dick swiftly enough...unlike Eric who was likely suffering a little. ]

Doubt it, considering how our battle went. But, if it's something you're not able to control, guess I could just put up with it.

[ He assumed that it could be, but if that happened to be the case then...well, at the most, it'd be a sting, and a little pain wasn't so bad. It's being suddenly blinded that mostly disrupted the moment for him. If anything that also meant he definitely wasn't going to take off his sunglasses during sex, when things eventually went there with no untimely or unfortunate interruptions. ]

Oh, right. I could still do it then.

[He'll... be fine. They didn't do that much anyway so he'll just have to cross his legs for a minute. In any case, he likes McBurn's glasses, so that wouldn't offend him. Hell, Fie was always putting on her goggles when he shone in the depths. If anything it's surprising this hasn't come up sooner. But he can already control his power in other ways, like to make colors and patterns, so he's sure eventually he'll be able to break the bad habits he formed around people who don't mind being 'flashed.']

Well, maybe, but I don't want to be a pain. I'll just do my best and try to warn you if I can.

[But now what are they going to do on their time out? Eric raises his knuckles in front of his mouth, thinking nervously and drawing a blank. Well, once he's 'recovered', he can probably show him more of the ship. It'll be fine. He didn't ruin everything. Probably.]

B-But I do appreciate it. That you'll put up with me.

[He really kind of means this in general and not just about this particular issue. One of the reasons he's so clingy is there aren't really a lot of people who will. That number seems even smaller now.]

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