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[ oh no

Fabian is upset.

And it's more the volume of the delivery than specific emotion put behind it, although alarm has its own connotations to inspire in a person. A person ready to be panicked, like a half-orc who has been caught invoking sounds that he shouldn't be, and the response to that is-- ]

No! [ The most anguished, caught red-handed no that one could say, right before they start struggling against their pants again. But instead of doing the smart thing, like taking his leg out of the pant leg, Gorgug is, at first, attempting to pull it up higher up his calf, which only causes it to struggle and to tear further. And there might be room here where Fabian could speak up, think to or try to intervene as Gorgug is doing nothing but practically yanking at these jeans. But, alas, it's already too late: Gorgug is far too gone in paying attention to more than his current predicament.

Because with a whine suited for a teen, he pulls the jeans with enough force and emotion to do more than just tear at the stitching, but to rip the upper portion of the jean apart in his hands.

And now Gorgug is standing there, jeans partially on one leg and jean material in both hands, looking like he's about to cry. ]

They don't fit!! You said you got this!

[ 😭 😭 😭 😭 ]

[ 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 Fabian ~~go 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.. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ ...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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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? ]

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?! ]

[ 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?

...

[ There's a pause.

Such a meaningful pause, especially when you combine it with the knowledge of the tone Fabian uses when he finally speaks up again. It sounds so much like he's sweating. Like he's so uncertain about the answer he's giving here, even though he doesn't want to sound that way. ]

.. yes?

[ A-Are you judging him, Gorgug?! Is that's what is happening here?

Of course Fabian can't help but immediately get a little defensive at the idea. There's hardly even time for him to breathe between that uncertain little 'yes?' and him immediately moving into: ]

Is there anything wrong with cereal?

[ Bro, you can't do this to him right now. Bro!! ]

[ BRO, WHY ARE YOU GETTING DEFENSIVE ABOUT CEREAL!!! Even if Gorgug isn't taking it quite as--the way Fabian is; it's defensive, yes, but is there a reason for it? Is it because: ]

You can't get anything else here? Do you have to earn it?

[ Is that what this is, Fabian? Can you only afford cereal? Why else would you only have cereal available? ]

... no..

[ That's such a hesitant, drawn-out answer. It's the sort of answer Fabian always gives when there is something up that he doesn't want to talk about, or just desperately wants to cover up.

Because he knows he can't lie and say Gorgug's guess is right, since he'd soon discover that's not the case at all. So he has to quickly think of something else here. ]

It is just that.. [ ...

His mind feels so blank right now. ]

C-- Cereal is great! [ Says the rich kid who has in the past often been incredibly picky about food in front of his friends.

Clearly this is the best lie he could have made up. ]

I just love eating cereal! There is nothing wrong with that, is there? Nothing wrong with me wanting share my love of cereal with my good friend Gorgug!

[ Now Gorgug is the quiet one. Fabian definitely hasn't been like this back in Spyre, so either Fabian is lying, or it's a new development. But why would Fabian lie about it to him?

... and you know what Fabian can't do? Tell him anything about the future.

This is the thought that comes into Gorgug's thinking as he's staring at Fabian with a clear look of confusion, those gears attempting to get moving and to figure out what's going here. And what is going on here?

Something happened, and Fabian can't tell him what! ]

...okay. I'll have a bowl of your best cereal.

[ (It?? worked?? Fabian??) ]

[ Oh hell yes.

One could consider themselves lucky to get away with this. One could be surprised that all of this somehow worked, and count their lucky stars.

But those kinds of people aren't Fabian, of course. Instead of just thinking that he got lucky, he's already busy internally praising himself. Great job, Fabian! Of course he would be able to talk himself out of an awkward admittance! Covered up something that could be a potential social embarrassment once more!

It might be why he's suddenly grinning as he says: ]

One bowl of our best cereal, coming right up!

[ At least this is something even Fabian can't screw up. He's confident enough that he's immediately grabbing a bowl and some milk for Gorgug, who clearly has not caught on to even a single thing! ]

Are you managing to get that sample for The Ball?

[ Oh, right, the sample. ]

I need something to put it in. [ Kind of a problem! Riz surely has something, right? And he could wait for him to show up, but it's not like he's got anything better to do if Fabian is being such a host about cereal, so now he's awkwardly...shuffling, trying to figure out where he can even look for: ] Does he have any, uh, small bags around? Is there anything I can put it in?

[ Fabian, you live here. Gorgug's racking his brain about what in a house can be useful for this, but his brain is again going to food bags. Do they have food bags? They don't even have sandwiches....!!! ]

Are you kidding? You forgot that The Ball also lives here.

[ In other words - there are always things around to gather evidence with. Fabian knows that Riz is keeping a whole lot of it in his room after the whole clue board incident they were dealing with the other month, but it's not like that room is infinitely large. There's just no space for all of it.

So when he opens up one of the cupboards, luckily at an angle where Gorgug should easily be able to see it as well, it is full of evidence containers in all shapes and sizes. ]

Really, we could be running a lab here. In fact, I am fairly certain The Ball would, if only he had more space.

[ Damn. Gorgug should have had more faith in Riz--putting his shit in places outside his bedroom, apparently.

Even Fabian knows where it is, and that's kind of noteworthy in the sense of 'huh, this is what it's been like with them living together'. Gorgug doesn't stand there thinking on the thought, going into the cupboard to find, wow, look--little tubs and seal bags and everything.

All this and no bread or sandwiches. Someone would love to study the pair of them. ]

What other places are around? [ This is an apartment, so running a lab may be a bit too much, just for the space issue, but is there a total lack of...much else?

(Why do they have all this but not sandwiches and condiments??) ]

[ Freud would be having a field day.

Not that Fabian realizes just how much the state of the apartment is saying about both him and Riz, of course. If he did, he'd probably be a little more mortified than he's actually feeling right now, pouring the cereal into the bowl for Gorgug as he speaks. ]

Well, it's-- [ Fabian pulls a bit of A Face. ] It's complicated.

[ That's one way to sum it up.. ]

This place isn't exactly a normal city. There's this apartment building, and then everything else in this place just seems like it was randomly plucked from a world and dropped into this place by something. And most of it already belongs to people in some way. It doesn't exactly make it easy to find a place to just do something if you want to.

[ He's pulled out a couple of bags and a container for the slime sample; more bags than he meant to take out, and Gorgug leaves the extras on the sides as he dodges looking through the cupboard for good scooping implements and just... goes to look for a butter knife in a drawer. A butter knife should be good at picking out globs of slimy substance, right??

It's just finding the right drawer while he's listening to Fabian, which--honestly, it's not the listening part that's hard! It's the understanding part. ]

A woman said the school she worked for showed up here. She said we could check it out whenever we wanted. [ He did manage to speak to one person before Fabian!! ] So, nothing's... nothing from Elmville's here? It doesn't happen for everyone? It's just random?

[ Because-- well, even a school showing up on this place is weird (and random) enough. ]

Nothing from Elmville I've seen.

[ It's not like the place is huge, but.. well, with all of the random stuff happening around, it can sometimes be a little bit difficult to navigate. Sometimes you can't even recognize a certain area because of all the new things there..

So there could be something from Elmville around. But if it's there, then Fabian sure hasn't noticed something. ]

No one else from Elmville aside from you, me, Adaine, the Ball and Adaine's sister either. [ No Aelwyn, thanks. Fabian is distancing himself from his embarrassing past as fast as he can!! WATCH HIM GO!! ] Not to mention that the Ball and Adaine arrived here together with me, but you two didn't show up until on that spaceship. I don't even know if she made it off there and to this place the way you did or not. [ Fabian shrugs a little. Finally done with the bowl of cereal he was filling up, he reaches over to pull open the right drawer for Gorgug. At least he figures the other is probably looking for the eating utensils, right.. ] How do you make sense of any of that? I don't think even the Ball could, though he sure is trying.

[ Nothing is more athletic than Fabian trying to dodge his history with Aelwyn.

If Gorgug notices, he doesn't say anything--mainly because Fabian talks enough that he wouldn't get the chance. He does look down to the opened drawer, and reaches in and takes out a--knife. Not spoon. Oh, thanks, that's where those are, Fabian!!!

So now Gorgug is standing there with his knife, about to go over and get a sample of that gooey substance, but, speaking to Fabian first...! ]

You wanna look for Aelwyn? She could've come in a building. With a building? I don't know what kinda building she would come in.

[ Is Gorgug strange, or is Etraya strange? ]

[ ....

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..................

Gorgug, you sure are making his attempts to dodge Aelwyn so much harder when you're forcing him to roll twice in a row for it. Especially after the first one was already a successful roll! So rude!!

It leaves Fabian awkwardly quiet for a moment, until he slowly says: ]

Don't you think Adaine is likely already looking for her? [ S-So Fabian doesn't have to, right? Bud? Pal???? ]

[ Is she? It's not that Gorgug doesn't think she would, but there's also something very telling that--honestly, if Gorgug had spent any time thinking about it before, he might've been able to figure out about Aelwyn and Fabian. About how that stopped being a thing, and there was no knowing why it stopped being a thing because Fabian--stopped talking about it. Zip. Zilch. And Gorgug's never been the sort to really ask (he forgets to be nosey), on top of having his own break-up with Zelda and them dealing with the Night Yorb and all... ]

Yeah. [ Yes, true. But Gorgug is looking at you, Fabian, with a curious hold of his brow. ] But you don't want to?

[ Some people would be able to pick up on things or infer them, at least.

Sorry, Fabian, but Gorgug is slower than that. He's at least not aiming to be anything but curious about the question!

But is it that awkward, bro? Is it that bad?? ]

[ It's killing him that Gorgug is asking him about it so directly.

And the worst part is that Fabian knows it's not even on purpose. It might be with some of their other friends. He can imagine Fig or Kristen being unable to not tease someone over something like this. He can imagine Riz and Adaine being a little too investigative in their own ways.

But with Gorgug it's just that the other has zero clue that Fabian is radiating the feeling of not wanting to talk about it, and that makes it somehow feel worse. Like Fabian could have avoided this if Gorgug's braincells had rubbed up against each other a little harder.

He opens his mouth, feels unsure about his answer, closes it again before saying a thing. Fabian glances off to the side as his eyebrows slowly knit together into a frown. It makes him give off a bit of an impression of a sulking child. ]

No. I mean-- It's--

[ UGH!!!!!

Fabian throws his arms up into the air. Dramatically. It's a good thing he was done with the cereal, or there would have been a spoon flying through the air and milk everywhere. ]

I don't think I am the one she wants to see right now, okay?! [ He doesn't even seem angry as much as he just seems embarrassed.. ]

[ The cogs click, click, click.... ]

...

[ --ah, they're starting to turn, and... ]

Oh. [ Oh, Fabian. Do you like the sound of that oh? That comes directly after you admit that the girl doesn't want to see you, and all the implications that can give--and the unfavourable ones that are being taken? Because this is where Gorgug's braincells rubbing together have gotten him. ]

Okay... [ Like there is a landmine that could go off if Gorgug probes this line of questioning, and you know, he doesn't really want to. And he sounds exactly like a guy that wants to avoid mines, which is pretty easy when he figures to switch subjects. ]

Is my cereal ready?

[ 'Cause he's still kinda hungry. ]

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