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You have reached a MAXIMUM LEGEND!
[ Fabian tries to intervene the moment he realizes where all of this is going. But-- alas, getting up from his seat and trying to rush over to Gorgug is just not happening in time. Not before the half-orc already pulls on the pants even harder, completely ripping them to shreds.
Which is a pretty devastating sight, but there's not much time to linger on that when Gorgug is already speaking up again with a whine that Fabian may have heard from the other before, but which sure isn't a very common thing. Somehow it makes Fabiango into a panic panic even more than everything that happened before now, like there's the immediate instinct to solve the whining. (And dodge the accusations.)
And instinct sometimes makes someone do the most simple thing. Which - in this case - means that Fabian is latching onto Gorgug's hand, either compressing the jean material in it or forcing the other to drop it, and without saying a word he's starting to tug the other along through the apartment. Even while Gorgug is wearing nothing but a shirt and the most partial pants in the whole world. Short shorts would probably cover more of one's lower half than the amount of jeans Gorgug has on right now.
Thankfully it's not like Fabian has to tug the other all that far, given that it's just a small apartment. So there's hardly any time for Gorgug to protect or say more before they're already standing in Fabian's walk in closet.
Which.. truly is a walk in closet. Probably nothing compared to what the half-elf is used to having back home, but for any normal apartment's standards it's impressive. Not to mention there's so many clothes here, despite Fabian not even having been in this place all that long. ]
Well, come on, then! Grab something that does fit you!
[ A quick glance around may reveal that Fabian did at least make a good pick for the top, considering there are so many tops in this closet that would absolutely not fit Gorgug. So many tight shirts and crop tops. It's like a half-orc's nightmare.
But it's also true that.. it doesn't seem like there's a lot of pants that fit Gorgug. Most of it seems similar to the jeans he just ruined, and some just are short shorts...
M-Maybe if you look around hard enough you can find a wider set of pajama pants, Gorgug? Maybe one of those wide jogging pants?? Time to explore, buddy.. Explore the wonderful world of Fabian's walk-in wardrobe with its sparkly clothes in neon colors everywhere.. ]
Which is a pretty devastating sight, but there's not much time to linger on that when Gorgug is already speaking up again with a whine that Fabian may have heard from the other before, but which sure isn't a very common thing. Somehow it makes Fabian
And instinct sometimes makes someone do the most simple thing. Which - in this case - means that Fabian is latching onto Gorgug's hand, either compressing the jean material in it or forcing the other to drop it, and without saying a word he's starting to tug the other along through the apartment. Even while Gorgug is wearing nothing but a shirt and the most partial pants in the whole world. Short shorts would probably cover more of one's lower half than the amount of jeans Gorgug has on right now.
Thankfully it's not like Fabian has to tug the other all that far, given that it's just a small apartment. So there's hardly any time for Gorgug to protect or say more before they're already standing in Fabian's walk in closet.
Which.. truly is a walk in closet. Probably nothing compared to what the half-elf is used to having back home, but for any normal apartment's standards it's impressive. Not to mention there's so many clothes here, despite Fabian not even having been in this place all that long. ]
Well, come on, then! Grab something that does fit you!
[ A quick glance around may reveal that Fabian did at least make a good pick for the top, considering there are so many tops in this closet that would absolutely not fit Gorgug. So many tight shirts and crop tops. It's like a half-orc's nightmare.
But it's also true that.. it doesn't seem like there's a lot of pants that fit Gorgug. Most of it seems similar to the jeans he just ruined, and some just are short shorts...
M-Maybe if you look around hard enough you can find a wider set of pajama pants, Gorgug? Maybe one of those wide jogging pants?? Time to explore, buddy.. Explore the wonderful world of Fabian's walk-in wardrobe with its sparkly clothes in neon colors everywhere.. ]
[ Gorgug is getting up onto his feet with the permission granted to stay. True, he would need to do that regardless, but that's the part--as well as Fabian's approach--that has him hoisting himself up, and even grabbing his bag too, after. A smile grows on his face, seeing himself at this part that he's been waiting for, with the question of how exactly him staying over is going to work: ]
I am, with family. [ He deliberately pauses, that smile widening more, making the edges of his lips start to lift against his tusks. ] I asked if we could be family, and Eos said yes.
[ His smile already looks goofy, but it feels more so when he knows which family member Fabian is exactly, and he's looking at his friend now, and who he's become now in this weird family system... ]
What do you think, uncle?
[ Can Fabian appreciate being made an uncle (on top of a father) if it comes with the benefits of not being alone? Or is this a great insult to the man of the Seacaster family? ]
I am, with family. [ He deliberately pauses, that smile widening more, making the edges of his lips start to lift against his tusks. ] I asked if we could be family, and Eos said yes.
[ His smile already looks goofy, but it feels more so when he knows which family member Fabian is exactly, and he's looking at his friend now, and who he's become now in this weird family system... ]
What do you think, uncle?
[ Can Fabian appreciate being made an uncle (on top of a father) if it comes with the benefits of not being alone? Or is this a great insult to the man of the Seacaster family? ]
[ sometimes GORGUG gets to be the pathetic meow meow, and this moment is that time.
There's still some upset going through Gorgug when Fabian takes a hold of him--he feels like the big baby that he is, he wants this horror of his own making to stop--but he follows, even if walking makes him all the more aware of the ripped jeans that are half-hanging off his calves. Into a wondrous world of...everything that Gorgug is not: fashionable, dazzling, bold and tantalising. He has been brought into the centre of choice that may very well lead him further into his current predicament, and--
--and he doesn't want to continue to be a big baby about this, glancing at Fabian with the kind of expression that isn't really sure (but also that doesn't know if this is a trap). There's an embarrassing dark shade across his cheeks, but Gorgug will...do it. He can do this.
With half-ripped jeans (and the pieces in his hands, which--he tucks inside the useless pockets of the useless jeans he wears) he goes to the trousers section of the wardrobe, sheepishly pushing along the different...various styles of jean until he finds a wider pant leg. The kind that Fabian started to wear more as he got into dancing...
At least the fabric seems stretchier, and he takes off a pair from the rack, that at least look better than the jeans, feel safer than that style of fabric. He glances at Fabian and then down at what he's wearing, then, just...uses some orcish strength to grab at what's left of them and to tear them off, destroying what was left of them. ]
Sorry. Thank you.
[ 💦
And now this time, Gorgug turns to put on these trousers with an embarrassment that wasn't there previous, and manages to get them to fit. They don't get all the way down his leg, but they do fit, and that's the main thing for Gorgug right now. They don't even clash too much with the shirt that he's wearing, even if the length of exposed leg Gorgug's showing doesn't help any, but.
But Gorgug has calmed down, and he's now dressed. Standing in a bro's walk-in closet, with nothing left to say but- ]
Okay.
[ Okay. He's dressed. ]
There's still some upset going through Gorgug when Fabian takes a hold of him--he feels like the big baby that he is, he wants this horror of his own making to stop--but he follows, even if walking makes him all the more aware of the ripped jeans that are half-hanging off his calves. Into a wondrous world of...everything that Gorgug is not: fashionable, dazzling, bold and tantalising. He has been brought into the centre of choice that may very well lead him further into his current predicament, and--
--and he doesn't want to continue to be a big baby about this, glancing at Fabian with the kind of expression that isn't really sure (but also that doesn't know if this is a trap). There's an embarrassing dark shade across his cheeks, but Gorgug will...do it. He can do this.
With half-ripped jeans (and the pieces in his hands, which--he tucks inside the useless pockets of the useless jeans he wears) he goes to the trousers section of the wardrobe, sheepishly pushing along the different...various styles of jean until he finds a wider pant leg. The kind that Fabian started to wear more as he got into dancing...
At least the fabric seems stretchier, and he takes off a pair from the rack, that at least look better than the jeans, feel safer than that style of fabric. He glances at Fabian and then down at what he's wearing, then, just...uses some orcish strength to grab at what's left of them and to tear them off, destroying what was left of them. ]
Sorry. Thank you.
[ 💦
And now this time, Gorgug turns to put on these trousers with an embarrassment that wasn't there previous, and manages to get them to fit. They don't get all the way down his leg, but they do fit, and that's the main thing for Gorgug right now. They don't even clash too much with the shirt that he's wearing, even if the length of exposed leg Gorgug's showing doesn't help any, but.
But Gorgug has calmed down, and he's now dressed. Standing in a bro's walk-in closet, with nothing left to say but- ]
Okay.
[ Okay. He's dressed. ]
[ It's okay. Sometimes a homie is allowed to be a big baby. Fabian is the big baby so often that Gorgug has earned this one. He's trading in his full stamp card right now.
So Fabian just waits there patiently while Gorgug looks for a set of pants that won't immediately burst at the slightest touch of his strong half-orc legs, not seeming worked up in any way at all. Sure, he's a little bummed about the now mostly ripped pair of pants, but his friend's feelings matter way more to him than one pair of pants.
In fact, he waits all the way until Gorgug has not only selected a pair, but also managed to put it on without any ripping going on. Sure, there's the sad reminder of the ripped pieces of jeans on the floor as to what happened here, but Fabian opts to ignore them for now.
Instead he ignores them. Fabian steps over the pieces of fabric, right over to Gorgug until he's right next to the other. Even though the half-orc has calmed down, it's clear that he's still a little bit upset, or maybe just embarrassed about the whole deal - and that's the last thing Fabian wants the other to feel right now.
He smiles at Gorgug, and when he's close enough he reaches out with both of his hands, putting them on the other's green cheeks. Fabian is probably pulling him down just a little in the process because of the height difference, but he continues to have that same sweet, supportive smile on his face the entire time. ]
Has anyone told you that you look real good in that outfit?
[ .. clearly not, since Fabian is the only one seeing it right now, but that doesn't matter. Let a bro lightly joke around while boosting a bro's confidence. And maybe making his day a little better after the slime disaster and then the pants disaster. ]
Because you're looking beautiful right now.
So Fabian just waits there patiently while Gorgug looks for a set of pants that won't immediately burst at the slightest touch of his strong half-orc legs, not seeming worked up in any way at all. Sure, he's a little bummed about the now mostly ripped pair of pants, but his friend's feelings matter way more to him than one pair of pants.
In fact, he waits all the way until Gorgug has not only selected a pair, but also managed to put it on without any ripping going on. Sure, there's the sad reminder of the ripped pieces of jeans on the floor as to what happened here, but Fabian opts to ignore them for now.
Instead he ignores them. Fabian steps over the pieces of fabric, right over to Gorgug until he's right next to the other. Even though the half-orc has calmed down, it's clear that he's still a little bit upset, or maybe just embarrassed about the whole deal - and that's the last thing Fabian wants the other to feel right now.
He smiles at Gorgug, and when he's close enough he reaches out with both of his hands, putting them on the other's green cheeks. Fabian is probably pulling him down just a little in the process because of the height difference, but he continues to have that same sweet, supportive smile on his face the entire time. ]
Has anyone told you that you look real good in that outfit?
[ .. clearly not, since Fabian is the only one seeing it right now, but that doesn't matter. Let a bro lightly joke around while boosting a bro's confidence. And maybe making his day a little better after the slime disaster and then the pants disaster. ]
Because you're looking beautiful right now.
[ ...what is the opposite of going into a rage?
Because Gorgug might be experiencing it in this moment. Yes, he was feeling pouty (still), but he wasn't expecting Fabian to try and do anything about it. This next part after him getting dressed is meant to involve them leaving the walk-in closet, and maybe Gorgug realising and trying to fix those jeans with a mending spell (can anything truly help the jeans at this point? probably not).
But Fabian has other plans. He has other ideas, none of which Gorgug has any expectation or suspicion for, even as he comes over to him, as opposed to out of the closet so that Gorgug can step out, too. It's only as the hands come to reach for his cheeks that a confusion starts to trickle over him, though Gorgug doesn't resist, despite the small worry that this is somehow going to turn out bad for him (is Fabian mad about the jeans? he's probably mad about the jeans).
The worry he did have, however, isn't the direction that he should have gone in. Instead, the confusion that had trickled in is now a flood--one that freezes on his face like a deer in headlights, the warmth perhaps instant against Fabian's hands. His eyes are on Fabian's singular, and they're what manage to regain movement again when they look down, Gorgug not pulling away still from an otherwise gentle hold. He doesn't think he must look very good, really, and he knows Fabian is just being nice, but--he can still appreciate the sentiment all the same.
Even if, shyly: ]
...Thank you.
[ Being called beautiful is a lot, and from anyone else it would sound like a tease, a cruel one, than something fun and kind. A kindness that can make him putty in his best friend's hands as the warmth from his face has reached his ears. ]
Because Gorgug might be experiencing it in this moment. Yes, he was feeling pouty (still), but he wasn't expecting Fabian to try and do anything about it. This next part after him getting dressed is meant to involve them leaving the walk-in closet, and maybe Gorgug realising and trying to fix those jeans with a mending spell (can anything truly help the jeans at this point? probably not).
But Fabian has other plans. He has other ideas, none of which Gorgug has any expectation or suspicion for, even as he comes over to him, as opposed to out of the closet so that Gorgug can step out, too. It's only as the hands come to reach for his cheeks that a confusion starts to trickle over him, though Gorgug doesn't resist, despite the small worry that this is somehow going to turn out bad for him (is Fabian mad about the jeans? he's probably mad about the jeans).
The worry he did have, however, isn't the direction that he should have gone in. Instead, the confusion that had trickled in is now a flood--one that freezes on his face like a deer in headlights, the warmth perhaps instant against Fabian's hands. His eyes are on Fabian's singular, and they're what manage to regain movement again when they look down, Gorgug not pulling away still from an otherwise gentle hold. He doesn't think he must look very good, really, and he knows Fabian is just being nice, but--he can still appreciate the sentiment all the same.
Even if, shyly: ]
...Thank you.
[ Being called beautiful is a lot, and from anyone else it would sound like a tease, a cruel one, than something fun and kind. A kindness that can make him putty in his best friend's hands as the warmth from his face has reached his ears. ]
[ He laughs a little. ]
I don't think the fact the Hangman hates the van is exactly cool.
[ But apparently everyone else did pass muster - or surely Fabian wouldn't be laughing. He'd be whining, the way he always does. ]
But introducing me as the most popular kid in school is pretty good. That's what I've also been doing myself-- even if some people here utterly refuse to believe I am Maximum Legend. Can you believe it? I think it's pretty obvious if you just take a single look at me! [ You know. Because of the obnoxious golden tattoo.
But Fabian does mean it beyond just the tattoo, okay. ]
I don't think the fact the Hangman hates the van is exactly cool.
[ But apparently everyone else did pass muster - or surely Fabian wouldn't be laughing. He'd be whining, the way he always does. ]
But introducing me as the most popular kid in school is pretty good. That's what I've also been doing myself-- even if some people here utterly refuse to believe I am Maximum Legend. Can you believe it? I think it's pretty obvious if you just take a single look at me! [ You know. Because of the obnoxious golden tattoo.
But Fabian does mean it beyond just the tattoo, okay. ]
[ .. oh.
An artificer college, huh.
Fabian didn't really consider the future beyond high school, but.. there is something about thinking about this now that makes it feel a little bit lonely. Maybe he just assumed that all of them would go on to have adventures by default. That they'd just naturally stick together, in that way they had grown to be friends beyond just being forced into an adventuring party together by being the only ones to not join a different party yet.
But an artificer college isn't a place any of them would be at other than Gorgug.
...
Why does it hurt a little bit? ]
oh
that is cool
[ Joke's on you if you thought Fabian was going to express even a single bit of that emotion. Nope. Burying it down. Only being supportive of his pal here!! ]
i am sure it can't be as bad as it has been this year
i mean it's mostly been that bad because of the situation with porter right
they're probably more calm than that at a place full of artificers
[ Yeah, a place full of nerds. ]
especially since you're getting good at artificing anyway
you'd do well there
An artificer college, huh.
Fabian didn't really consider the future beyond high school, but.. there is something about thinking about this now that makes it feel a little bit lonely. Maybe he just assumed that all of them would go on to have adventures by default. That they'd just naturally stick together, in that way they had grown to be friends beyond just being forced into an adventuring party together by being the only ones to not join a different party yet.
But an artificer college isn't a place any of them would be at other than Gorgug.
...
Why does it hurt a little bit? ]
oh
that is cool
[ Joke's on you if you thought Fabian was going to express even a single bit of that emotion. Nope. Burying it down. Only being supportive of his pal here!! ]
i am sure it can't be as bad as it has been this year
i mean it's mostly been that bad because of the situation with porter right
they're probably more calm than that at a place full of artificers
[ Yeah, a place full of nerds. ]
especially since you're getting good at artificing anyway
you'd do well there
You were working really hard on it. [ Hey, it was hard not to notice everything that Fabian was getting into back at school, even if Gorgug couldn't always be there. But the people wanting to talk to him, the constant study sessions and even the attempts to give time to his friends for relaxing (even if it was hard to relax under the stress of schoolwork).... ]
I think you were doing a good job. I couldn't do it--I didn't even have time for my birth dad, before he left.
[ And maybe it's just because Gorgug's never thought about arranging anything for other people that is the key issue here on that, but--Gorgug can appreciate the effort it takes. It's envious, really. He doesn't know how Fabian, Fig, and Kristen do it. ]
I bet a lot of people liked it.
I think you were doing a good job. I couldn't do it--I didn't even have time for my birth dad, before he left.
[ And maybe it's just because Gorgug's never thought about arranging anything for other people that is the key issue here on that, but--Gorgug can appreciate the effort it takes. It's envious, really. He doesn't know how Fabian, Fig, and Kristen do it. ]
I bet a lot of people liked it.
[ Surely they all want to go into further education for their specific interests, right?? ]
its mainly doing work for 3 grades in 1. but porter didn't help with adding to the stress
but yeah
i hope i can do well
i really want to see what i can make
i want to see if i can get more books while i'm stuck here
maybe i can make us something cool
you can make requests
[ Unfortunately, what would Gorgug's insight do even if he rolled well while texting to a friend over their crystals? (Crystals they don't even need to be using here, and yet....).
Perhaps he could stop to consider that none of them have spoken about their futures, and what they imagine for them. What they want for them, and that he's speaking to another of his adventuring group.
But if Fabian had a problem with it, wouldn't he say? And Fabian has dancing--he must have some desire to keep getting better in his chosen roles. They all must have ideas. ]
its mainly doing work for 3 grades in 1. but porter didn't help with adding to the stress
but yeah
i hope i can do well
i really want to see what i can make
i want to see if i can get more books while i'm stuck here
maybe i can make us something cool
you can make requests
[ Unfortunately, what would Gorgug's insight do even if he rolled well while texting to a friend over their crystals? (Crystals they don't even need to be using here, and yet....).
Perhaps he could stop to consider that none of them have spoken about their futures, and what they imagine for them. What they want for them, and that he's speaking to another of his adventuring group.
But if Fabian had a problem with it, wouldn't he say? And Fabian has dancing--he must have some desire to keep getting better in his chosen roles. They all must have ideas. ]
[ He doesn't reply at first.
No, instead Fabian is very busy making that kind of face he makes when he's trying really hard to figure out something in his head. He's likely just trying to process the information Gorgug is telling him here, or maybe - for a moment - he is imagining himself as an uncle..
.. it feels a little difficult to imagine. If not just because he doesn't have any living siblings to begin with, let alone ones who have kids! Or who would even have kids Gorgug's age, which is almost Fabian's own age.. ]
I am..
[ Sorry, Gorgug. He's still not moving, even though it'd probably be helpful if Fabian unlocked the door. Thankfully the baby seems to be keeping quiet for now, rather than causing more panicked shenanigans with these two.. ]
.. your uncle now..?
[ He doesn't seem to disapprove.
Fabian just seems really baffled by this idea. He's looking kind of comical in this moment as he's staring at his friend like Gorgug grew a second head, really.
The implications of all this haven't even hit Fabian yet, or he'd probably have a repeat or continuation of the warm feeling from a moment ago. No, this is solely Fabian trying to wrap his head around Fabian-the-uncle. A strange concept. ]
No, instead Fabian is very busy making that kind of face he makes when he's trying really hard to figure out something in his head. He's likely just trying to process the information Gorgug is telling him here, or maybe - for a moment - he is imagining himself as an uncle..
.. it feels a little difficult to imagine. If not just because he doesn't have any living siblings to begin with, let alone ones who have kids! Or who would even have kids Gorgug's age, which is almost Fabian's own age.. ]
I am..
[ Sorry, Gorgug. He's still not moving, even though it'd probably be helpful if Fabian unlocked the door. Thankfully the baby seems to be keeping quiet for now, rather than causing more panicked shenanigans with these two.. ]
.. your uncle now..?
[ He doesn't seem to disapprove.
Fabian just seems really baffled by this idea. He's looking kind of comical in this moment as he's staring at his friend like Gorgug grew a second head, really.
The implications of all this haven't even hit Fabian yet, or he'd probably have a repeat or continuation of the warm feeling from a moment ago. No, this is solely Fabian trying to wrap his head around Fabian-the-uncle. A strange concept. ]
[ His hands rest on the other's face for another moment before Fabian slowly lowers them - but continues to smile in that same way the entire time.
It does look like that managed to elevate Gorgug's mood a little bit, after all. And that's the important part. That's all Fabian wanted to do here. Not that he was lying, since he does genuinely think that wearing something other than a hoodie for once does look really nice on Gorgug, but.. if that compliment managed to help make the other feel better about this entire situation, that's great.
He steps back, giving the other also room to step out of the closet, instead of lingering in there all day. ]
Now, is there anything you need?
[ It's not like he knows how Gorgug came out of that mission, especially when he didn't arrive here back with them at the exact same time. And when he arrived slimed. ]
Are you perhaps hungry? Thirsty? Or I could show you around the place! Like the clothes store, so you don't have to continue only wearing my clothes. [ He winks, clearly joking as he adds: ] Unless you want to.
[ He knows you don't want to, Gorgug. That fit is nice on you, but also just a little bit too small. Fabian may not be short, but he's no half-orc. ]
It does look like that managed to elevate Gorgug's mood a little bit, after all. And that's the important part. That's all Fabian wanted to do here. Not that he was lying, since he does genuinely think that wearing something other than a hoodie for once does look really nice on Gorgug, but.. if that compliment managed to help make the other feel better about this entire situation, that's great.
He steps back, giving the other also room to step out of the closet, instead of lingering in there all day. ]
Now, is there anything you need?
[ It's not like he knows how Gorgug came out of that mission, especially when he didn't arrive here back with them at the exact same time. And when he arrived slimed. ]
Are you perhaps hungry? Thirsty? Or I could show you around the place! Like the clothes store, so you don't have to continue only wearing my clothes. [ He winks, clearly joking as he adds: ] Unless you want to.
[ He knows you don't want to, Gorgug. That fit is nice on you, but also just a little bit too small. Fabian may not be short, but he's no half-orc. ]
[ But Fabian?? This makes all the sense in the world??
At least Gorgug's mood isn't tanking with his announcement seemingly falling flat with Fabian. He clearly just needs to explain more this brilliant logic. ]
Yeah. I asked Eos if you could be my uncle, and now you're my uncle. I didn't know what else you could be, except a granddad.
[ And do you want to be a granddad, Fabian?
You can take all the time you need in digesting this. Gorgug, for now, isn't looking at the door in any signs of needing to rush. Just as his friends do for him, he would like to give him this time to get on the same page as him.
In his wonderful mind palace, serene and simple. ]
At least Gorgug's mood isn't tanking with his announcement seemingly falling flat with Fabian. He clearly just needs to explain more this brilliant logic. ]
Yeah. I asked Eos if you could be my uncle, and now you're my uncle. I didn't know what else you could be, except a granddad.
[ And do you want to be a granddad, Fabian?
You can take all the time you need in digesting this. Gorgug, for now, isn't looking at the door in any signs of needing to rush. Just as his friends do for him, he would like to give him this time to get on the same page as him.
In his wonderful mind palace, serene and simple. ]
[ W-was there something else Gorgug was meant to be doing? You mean he isn't just going to stand there and listen to Fabian's every word?
Oh.
He pinches at the shirt he's wearing when Fabian talks about wearing more of his clothes, looking down at it, the state of himself, and other clothes would be better, but-- ]
I'd like something to eat. Riz wanted me to get a sample of the stuff I had on me--I should get some of that off my bag. [ Or axe, or wherever else there is slime. ] Do the shops close soon?
[ He has stepped out of the closet too, now that they're moving again. Maybe loitering for a moment or so in place if Fabian isn't leading him around, but also taking the initiative to head back into the main living room area.
But that last question is asked to check on what's the better option: sit around and eat, or head straight to the shops? ]
Oh.
He pinches at the shirt he's wearing when Fabian talks about wearing more of his clothes, looking down at it, the state of himself, and other clothes would be better, but-- ]
I'd like something to eat. Riz wanted me to get a sample of the stuff I had on me--I should get some of that off my bag. [ Or axe, or wherever else there is slime. ] Do the shops close soon?
[ He has stepped out of the closet too, now that they're moving again. Maybe loitering for a moment or so in place if Fabian isn't leading him around, but also taking the initiative to head back into the main living room area.
But that last question is asked to check on what's the better option: sit around and eat, or head straight to the shops? ]
The freshmen seemed to like it.
[ It seems that Fabian is eagerly latching onto this particular compliment. Maybe it's because he really did put a lot of effort into all of it. The moment he realized his friends didn't have time for him anyway after classes and Owlbears practice, it was something to pour time into rather than sitting all alone in a far too empty house.
Not to mention that it filled up the halls, even if it was always just temporary. ]
Which is good, right? I wish someone organized fun lo-fi study nights back when we were freshmen and new to school. [ His tone shifts a little, obviously more light and joking as he adds: ] You know, instead of first day detention.
[ FABIAN.. Whose fault was it that both you and Gorgug were in detention, huh!!
Not Gorgug's!! ]
[ It seems that Fabian is eagerly latching onto this particular compliment. Maybe it's because he really did put a lot of effort into all of it. The moment he realized his friends didn't have time for him anyway after classes and Owlbears practice, it was something to pour time into rather than sitting all alone in a far too empty house.
Not to mention that it filled up the halls, even if it was always just temporary. ]
Which is good, right? I wish someone organized fun lo-fi study nights back when we were freshmen and new to school. [ His tone shifts a little, obviously more light and joking as he adds: ] You know, instead of first day detention.
[ FABIAN.. Whose fault was it that both you and Gorgug were in detention, huh!!
Not Gorgug's!! ]
[ A problem? Please, there's no problem here. There doesn't have to be a problem as long as Fabian all buries it deep down within him and doesn't think about it until it all catches up with him when he's lying in bed and he just lies there awake staring at the ceiling for hours--
Anyway. It's fine.
It's cool.
Nothing to see here, Gorgug. ]
you mean requests so you can practice??
[ See? Way safer topic. Nailed it. ]
i don't know
what sort of things were you making in artificer class
i don't think i need a homunculus
[ Especially nothing like Cloaca. That's kind of a nightmare. Sorry, Gorgug. ]
Anyway. It's fine.
It's cool.
Nothing to see here, Gorgug. ]
you mean requests so you can practice??
[ See? Way safer topic. Nailed it. ]
i don't know
what sort of things were you making in artificer class
i don't think i need a homunculus
[ Especially nothing like Cloaca. That's kind of a nightmare. Sorry, Gorgug. ]
[ What's unseen: the hundred yard stare as Gorgug reflects on not only everything made for artificer classes, but everything studied for artificer classes. ]
i can go through my notes and see what i find
[ h-how-- how about that.
Granted, he'll have to do more than go through his notes, but... he can probably remember with some time to actually think about it (and not take mental damage). ]
i can go through my notes and see what i find
[ h-how-- how about that.
Granted, he'll have to do more than go through his notes, but... he can probably remember with some time to actually think about it (and not take mental damage). ]
[ Did we need a reminder of detention and the following death from being in detention?
It's cool, Gorgug's actually really good at emotionally blanking out from that! It's so long ago, right? ]
I would've taken it over a lot of freshman and sophomore. [ HONESTLY... LET'S BE REAL.... Their school years so far have sucked bad!!! ] I mean-- we learned a lot and really grew together as a team, but...
It would've been nice if life wasn't always as crazy.
[ Right? Do those two years feel like a whirlwind of crazy to everyone else, or is that just Gorgug? ]
It's cool, Gorgug's actually really good at emotionally blanking out from that! It's so long ago, right? ]
I would've taken it over a lot of freshman and sophomore. [ HONESTLY... LET'S BE REAL.... Their school years so far have sucked bad!!! ] I mean-- we learned a lot and really grew together as a team, but...
It would've been nice if life wasn't always as crazy.
[ Right? Do those two years feel like a whirlwind of crazy to everyone else, or is that just Gorgug? ]
It's already saved! It's in your message logs! Are you telling me you never go back and double check any of your messages????
[ Gorgug watches everything that occurs through the multiple feeds.
Multiple feeds connected to his and Adaine's crystals, and set up to save the footage--Gorgug follows them anxiously, as closely as he can. He can't track them all at once, his crystal not large enough for that even with its upgrades, and he has to swap between whichever one appears immediately important. He knows the moments it goes wrong, and how nothing ever stops being wrong--how could it, when someone dies? How could it, when against Riz and Fabian's best attempts, they fail to reach the hospital unscathed? Refusing to turn around, which could very well mean their lives. They know it could mean their lives. They persist. (Of course they would.)
And for what they find, Gorgug isn't sure they find any answers, or even questions to satisfy the mystery searcher in Riz. Was it worth it? Was this a success?
Did it even do anything?
It feels like a heart attack to Gorgug: a big, horrible mistake they weren't prepared for, with all those days of preparation crumbling like play sand. What were they doing? Thinking? They're better than this, and Gorgug played a part in their results: he didn't prepare them better. He didn't protect, and all he can do is watch, secure the footage. Make sure there's room for it to be saved and wait for Fabian to make his return.
(He watches them do so, even if he doesn't see them. Hears ragged breathing, can imagine the state of them from experience.)
When they make it to the front door of Fabian's house, it's already opening before they can touch the handle. Gorgug is there to collect them, each an arm around some part of them, to help them handle the weight of their bodies. Leading them first through into the living room, setting them onto the couch, his voice kept low and the lights dimmed.
'Hey, hey, let me-- let's sit down, it's okay. Where does it hurt most? Let me heal it. Do you want a drink? It can wait 'til morning.'
Reassurances, care. Anything about the mission, Gorgug isn't interested in right now; not when the pair have been through hell, and when Gorgug's first aid that he can administer is weak, and his healing between the two of them drains what little magic he has to spare. Some wounds might close, but hardly enough: the exhaustion sticks, and everything that's happened tonight.
It makes it easier to tell them to sleep. They'll heal better with it, and Gorgug can get some magic back, further giving them the comfort he can't right now. And really, how can either of them argue? With the state they're in, and when it's easy for their half-orc friend to do as he had at the doorway (somehow even easier, even if Riz has never weighed much--he doesn't like how easy it is). He takes them all to the bedroom that's not unfamiliar, settles them down after pushing back the covers, and even joins them, just because--he doesn't want to leave them alone. Sleeping with the two is nothing new, his only jitters being in getting in the way, and trying to take up as little room as possible despite his size.
They can grumble, if they like. They've earned it, and Gorgug stays up for a while despite the good idea this had been from him, and how he needs to sleep as well.
Somehow, he does drift. And yet Gorgug still wakes in the early morning, sight cloudy and a grogginess in his limbs that he doesn't like. He should sleep more, but seeing the figures in front of him (congratulations: Gorgug didn't break the bed in his sleep), any and all complaints leave him, his biggest worry becoming getting up quietly enough to not disturb the pair.
(Read: not disturb Riz.)
He manages to slip away into the wider space of the house, moving, thinking. There's little in the kitchen for breakfast, and the starting cries of a waking baby hurries Gorgug into its bedroom to take care of it, hushing it and holding it to his chest. Breakfast for it comes first, and then the careful preparations to leave the house with it to go into town for food.
Fabian likes fish. Does Riz like fish? He probably likes eggs and toast, so he can get all that. And coffee? Plenty of coffee.
The quality about fish that sticks out to many a people is a striking one: its smell. When it's gone off, but also when it's being cooked, and it's fortunately the latter that might stir the two boys at some point. That, or is it the subtler smell of the coffee? Or maybe--
...it's the horrible consequences of their actions from the night before. Could be that, we guess.
Wake up when or how you like. There will be coffee ready, even juice in the fridge, and Gorgug in the kitchen not doing too badly with the scrambled egg set aside and already cooked (and in a bowl, in case he needs to reheat it). But he is fighting at keeping the fish together, while also picking out bits of bones while it's still in the frying pan.
Yes, he is giving the occassional 'ouch!' at his progress. And squinting his Gorgug squint, hunched over the stove. This might be the first time it's gotten any use. ]
Multiple feeds connected to his and Adaine's crystals, and set up to save the footage--Gorgug follows them anxiously, as closely as he can. He can't track them all at once, his crystal not large enough for that even with its upgrades, and he has to swap between whichever one appears immediately important. He knows the moments it goes wrong, and how nothing ever stops being wrong--how could it, when someone dies? How could it, when against Riz and Fabian's best attempts, they fail to reach the hospital unscathed? Refusing to turn around, which could very well mean their lives. They know it could mean their lives. They persist. (Of course they would.)
And for what they find, Gorgug isn't sure they find any answers, or even questions to satisfy the mystery searcher in Riz. Was it worth it? Was this a success?
Did it even do anything?
It feels like a heart attack to Gorgug: a big, horrible mistake they weren't prepared for, with all those days of preparation crumbling like play sand. What were they doing? Thinking? They're better than this, and Gorgug played a part in their results: he didn't prepare them better. He didn't protect, and all he can do is watch, secure the footage. Make sure there's room for it to be saved and wait for Fabian to make his return.
(He watches them do so, even if he doesn't see them. Hears ragged breathing, can imagine the state of them from experience.)
When they make it to the front door of Fabian's house, it's already opening before they can touch the handle. Gorgug is there to collect them, each an arm around some part of them, to help them handle the weight of their bodies. Leading them first through into the living room, setting them onto the couch, his voice kept low and the lights dimmed.
'Hey, hey, let me-- let's sit down, it's okay. Where does it hurt most? Let me heal it. Do you want a drink? It can wait 'til morning.'
Reassurances, care. Anything about the mission, Gorgug isn't interested in right now; not when the pair have been through hell, and when Gorgug's first aid that he can administer is weak, and his healing between the two of them drains what little magic he has to spare. Some wounds might close, but hardly enough: the exhaustion sticks, and everything that's happened tonight.
It makes it easier to tell them to sleep. They'll heal better with it, and Gorgug can get some magic back, further giving them the comfort he can't right now. And really, how can either of them argue? With the state they're in, and when it's easy for their half-orc friend to do as he had at the doorway (somehow even easier, even if Riz has never weighed much--he doesn't like how easy it is). He takes them all to the bedroom that's not unfamiliar, settles them down after pushing back the covers, and even joins them, just because--he doesn't want to leave them alone. Sleeping with the two is nothing new, his only jitters being in getting in the way, and trying to take up as little room as possible despite his size.
They can grumble, if they like. They've earned it, and Gorgug stays up for a while despite the good idea this had been from him, and how he needs to sleep as well.
Somehow, he does drift. And yet Gorgug still wakes in the early morning, sight cloudy and a grogginess in his limbs that he doesn't like. He should sleep more, but seeing the figures in front of him (congratulations: Gorgug didn't break the bed in his sleep), any and all complaints leave him, his biggest worry becoming getting up quietly enough to not disturb the pair.
(Read: not disturb Riz.)
He manages to slip away into the wider space of the house, moving, thinking. There's little in the kitchen for breakfast, and the starting cries of a waking baby hurries Gorgug into its bedroom to take care of it, hushing it and holding it to his chest. Breakfast for it comes first, and then the careful preparations to leave the house with it to go into town for food.
Fabian likes fish. Does Riz like fish? He probably likes eggs and toast, so he can get all that. And coffee? Plenty of coffee.
The quality about fish that sticks out to many a people is a striking one: its smell. When it's gone off, but also when it's being cooked, and it's fortunately the latter that might stir the two boys at some point. That, or is it the subtler smell of the coffee? Or maybe--
...it's the horrible consequences of their actions from the night before. Could be that, we guess.
Wake up when or how you like. There will be coffee ready, even juice in the fridge, and Gorgug in the kitchen not doing too badly with the scrambled egg set aside and already cooked (and in a bowl, in case he needs to reheat it). But he is fighting at keeping the fish together, while also picking out bits of bones while it's still in the frying pan.
Yes, he is giving the occassional 'ouch!' at his progress. And squinting his Gorgug squint, hunched over the stove. This might be the first time it's gotten any use. ]
Edited 2024-08-18 21:53 (UTC)
[ Sorry, Gorgug. But the uncle thing will still be weird.
.. though Fabian at least seems to slowly understand a little bit more what's going on here. So if he just drops the 'uncle' part of it, doesn't think about it too hard, then he can focus on the parts of this he can wrap his mind around without feeling too weird.
Instead he's just feeling a little more..
A little more what? It's complicated. It feels like there's a thousand different emotions knocking around inside of him right now. ]
You asked?
[ It means even more to Fabian when he doesn't exactly have the most positive impression of the beings that run these worlds. Gorgug went to one of them to ask for a favor like this.
And-- for him. Why else would Gorgug ask for this specifically? Fabian wouldn't need to be his uncle unless Gorgug wanted to stay here.
He's close enough by now to practically be right in front of his friend, but the half-elf's face drops, his cheeks starting to colour a darker hue than the usual with a blush. He isn't even really sure what to say. What words could possibly cover everything he's feeling in this moment? ]
You.. [ ...
If Gorgug looks closely, Fabian's eye may seem kind of glassy, like there's water gathering in it, though the boy is furiously blinking in order to try and keep it out of there. ]
Thanks, Gorgug. I-- Um. [ He swallows. ] I don't know how to thank you for this.
[ For wanting to stay with him. For wanting to make sure he isn't alone. ]
.. though Fabian at least seems to slowly understand a little bit more what's going on here. So if he just drops the 'uncle' part of it, doesn't think about it too hard, then he can focus on the parts of this he can wrap his mind around without feeling too weird.
Instead he's just feeling a little more..
A little more what? It's complicated. It feels like there's a thousand different emotions knocking around inside of him right now. ]
You asked?
[ It means even more to Fabian when he doesn't exactly have the most positive impression of the beings that run these worlds. Gorgug went to one of them to ask for a favor like this.
And-- for him. Why else would Gorgug ask for this specifically? Fabian wouldn't need to be his uncle unless Gorgug wanted to stay here.
He's close enough by now to practically be right in front of his friend, but the half-elf's face drops, his cheeks starting to colour a darker hue than the usual with a blush. He isn't even really sure what to say. What words could possibly cover everything he's feeling in this moment? ]
You.. [ ...
If Gorgug looks closely, Fabian's eye may seem kind of glassy, like there's water gathering in it, though the boy is furiously blinking in order to try and keep it out of there. ]
Thanks, Gorgug. I-- Um. [ He swallows. ] I don't know how to thank you for this.
[ For wanting to stay with him. For wanting to make sure he isn't alone. ]
Nah, we have time.
[ So eating first it is! Fabian doesn't even comment anything on Riz wanting a sample of the slime, because-- of course Riz would want that. Fabian doesn't even want to think about touching that gross stuff, but hey, if anyone could find some sort of clue in the sample, it sure would the The Ball of all people. He's smart like that. He can do the slime touching.
Fabian, in the meantime, will help in his own way-- by taking care of Gorgug's hunger! He's already moving towards the kitchen of the apartment, looking through the cupboards and in the fridge..
.. and slowly realizing he doesn't exactly have the skills to make anything substantial for his friend. ]
Uh-- Would some cereal be alright?
[ H-He can do that!! Gorgug, you really want some cereal, right?! ]
[ So eating first it is! Fabian doesn't even comment anything on Riz wanting a sample of the slime, because-- of course Riz would want that. Fabian doesn't even want to think about touching that gross stuff, but hey, if anyone could find some sort of clue in the sample, it sure would the The Ball of all people. He's smart like that. He can do the slime touching.
Fabian, in the meantime, will help in his own way-- by taking care of Gorgug's hunger! He's already moving towards the kitchen of the apartment, looking through the cupboards and in the fridge..
.. and slowly realizing he doesn't exactly have the skills to make anything substantial for his friend. ]
Uh-- Would some cereal be alright?
[ H-He can do that!! Gorgug, you really want some cereal, right?! ]
[ You asked? Gorgug nods, apparently willing to give plenty of confirmations (and explanations) to what he's done. If it had gone on any longer, maybe he would have started questioning if he had done the right thing, or if this plan was dumb, or just plain weird.
Fortunately, it doesn't come to that. Instead, it comes to a curious reaction from Fabian; one that almost starts to worry Gorgug when he watches the other's head lower, but when he looks--and Gorgug does--he notices for once something more in the expression worn, in Fabian's inflection, that he usually catches.
He sounds touched. He sounds emotional, and Gorgug's been familiar with that in the past couple of days. And he knows what his friend doesn't seem to mind, and he'll take the opportunity in doing it, since it seems perfect right now.
And that's hugging Fabian, friendly and around the shoulders and back. Just like Fig would like. And a gesture he should try showing more. ]
It's what friends do.
[ Right? ]
Fortunately, it doesn't come to that. Instead, it comes to a curious reaction from Fabian; one that almost starts to worry Gorgug when he watches the other's head lower, but when he looks--and Gorgug does--he notices for once something more in the expression worn, in Fabian's inflection, that he usually catches.
He sounds touched. He sounds emotional, and Gorgug's been familiar with that in the past couple of days. And he knows what his friend doesn't seem to mind, and he'll take the opportunity in doing it, since it seems perfect right now.
And that's hugging Fabian, friendly and around the shoulders and back. Just like Fig would like. And a gesture he should try showing more. ]
It's what friends do.
[ Right? ]
[ While Fabian heads to the kitchen, Gorgug's going over to his things he left against a wall and is...staring at them. They're still slimy, and he knows he needs to take the gunk off, but he didn't think yet about the best way to do that. By putting it in a container? Should he find a container?
He'll find a container. Fabian talks before he can start doing anything about that though, and Gorgug turns away from his belongings and looks towards the kitchen.
Cereal??? ]
You just have cereal?
He'll find a container. Fabian talks before he can start doing anything about that though, and Gorgug turns away from his belongings and looks towards the kitchen.
Cereal??? ]
You just have cereal?
sure
[ For once Fabian is the one with no thoughts.. Just vibes.. Sure, there's the thoughts about Gorgug's future plans, but those have nothing to do with this. He can just shove those aside until he's ready for it.
In the meantime he has no idea just how much he's making Gorgug think by saying all of this. Sorry, bro. All those overwhelming thoughts about everything you studied, and then a bro sends you a very casual 'sure'... ]
tell me about it
[ For once Fabian is the one with no thoughts.. Just vibes.. Sure, there's the thoughts about Gorgug's future plans, but those have nothing to do with this. He can just shove those aside until he's ready for it.
In the meantime he has no idea just how much he's making Gorgug think by saying all of this. Sorry, bro. All those overwhelming thoughts about everything you studied, and then a bro sends you a very casual 'sure'... ]
tell me about it
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