themightybosstone: (BOSS)
Sett, the Boss ([personal profile] themightybosstone) wrote2024-08-01 08:26 pm

Limelight Pregaming

ESTABLISHING SOME BACKSTORY THREADS!!
subcutaneous: (525600 minutes)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-05 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sesame, you little fucker, calm down.

[He reaches back to let Sesame sniff at his fingers - this is a feat of flexibility he probably shouldn't be doing at his age - before settling back into his own seat. Oh that was so close. He inhales and laughs, trying to get his heartbeat back to normal.]

I'll just put him to work at your place. [DRIVING OFF NOW TO PREVENT ANY MORE MISHAPS.] He needs to earn his keep. Worst roommate ever.
subcutaneous: (is that sfw)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-05 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah it's been what. Three months?

[78 days. Blade counted. He's not very sure when he started counting them, especially when he and Sett go years back, being each other's adventure buddy. It was just - really easy to spend time with him; Sett recharged his batteries in a way other people didn't. It sounded pathetic when put that way, which was why Blade carefully haven't thought of it most of the time.]

Have you been to any other trails around?
subcutaneous: (my brain cells though)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-05 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That just means I should take you out more often, huh?

[Wait that can be taken the wrong way though Blade hopes Sett takes it the wrong way because Blade would really like to take him out for enrichment for the both of them and well. He coughs.]

Taking the dog out on a walk and everything. [GOOD OL FASHIONED RIBBING TO COVER UP THE AWKWARD.]
subcutaneous: (is that sfw)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-08 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Come on, bark for me. Woof. And I can run faster than you. Just so you know.

[He tilts up his chin, smug.]

We're the same age, asshole. What do you wanna do for this year though?
subcutaneous: ([sd] nope!)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-08 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blade just manages to cover up the way he looks out of the corner of his eye at Sett's mouth with an eyeroll - yes he would like to wring sounds out of his best friend (at least. He thought they were. Maybe Blade needed more friends), it was getting a little out of hand (or in his hand), because the little grunts Sett made when pushing himself in the gym was starting to feature in his wet dreams.

Anyway.]


Yeah. Anything special happening?

[Is he fishing so that he can plan a surprise party thing? Maybe?]
subcutaneous: ([sd] jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-08 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
What, like a sleepover or something?

[WHY did he have to assume it was an overnight thing like was this something millennial bros did. Blade coughs out a laugh.]

Ha, I mean, teenager shit, you know. [He turns off into their exit. Oh he is fucking this up. Cmon Blade you can do it.] I'm game if you're lame like that.
subcutaneous: (pondering)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-08 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blade doesn't answer until they've driven up to the parking lot, overlooking the valley of the reservoir, gravel crunching under the tire as he cranks his window open to squint at the slot he'd reserved.]

Yeah. [What is he yeah'ing at? He slings his arm over the back of Sett's seat, turns like he's going to start backing up, but ends up just looking at Sett.]

Not gonna invite anyone else? [There's a pause too long for it to not sound a little hopeful.] To see me kick your ass?
subcutaneous: (migraine)

Re: Blade

[personal profile] subcutaneous 2024-08-08 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't really planning on doing anything. 's not a big deal.

[Truth be told he was just thinking about going to work and maybe smuggling a six pack or two into the café for Sett and the staff, and maybe get some good ribbing in before going home and forgetting he'd been alive for yet another year.

When Sett turns away, he lifts his hand to tug at the short curls of hair at the back of Sett's neck, and then actually starts parking, like he hasn't done anything.]