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[transmit]

[ he hooks a finger into hien's collar and pulls him back. where's he going. ]

Shouldn't the person doing the asking have it figured out? Yeah. Pick.

[ then he lets go, just like that. did he only do it to say that… maybe. he does get up from his chair to stretch around his joints. he says this, but there are still certain spots he will overrule… choose carefully. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien's theory is that Elysium wanted to do something but then changed his mind halfway, so Hien is being let go.

Anyway. ]

"The resort has more than just a charity auction. Let's enjoy it while it's here."

[transmit]

[ elysium seems to consider something…


and then hums. ]

What, the nicer rooms?

[selfconcept]

"Maybe you're the one with the mind in the gutter... no, you idiot. There's a mini-bar, entertainment, and the temperature is warm to stay sheltered from the cold. So? Yes? No?"

[ Hien absolutely wants to steal one of their beds though. ]

[transmit]

[ is his mind in the gutter… probably. but something clicks into place all the same.

ah.

wouldn't it be easier if they defined their relationship this way? ]

And if I say it is? Then we can just skip the rest of it and keep each other warm.

[selfconcept]

[ ... ]

"Is that something you want?"

[transmit]

Isn't this the sort of thing that requires consent from both parties? I can't just decide on it one-sidedly, amigo. Or should I say, guapo?

[selfconcept]

"... You can say whatever you want. I dunno what that means."

[ Neither Spanish nor Iberian. ]

"I know this is something that both parties need to consent to. That's not why I asked."

[ He looks at Elysium, his gaze even. ]

"Is this what you want us to be?"

[transmit]

If you don't know what it means, use context clues. What do you want it to?

[ it's all he can give: a performance, a measured and controlled act by an actor on a stage. he levels hien with the same steady look. ]

Take it or leave it.

[selfconcept]

"I'm not interested in trying to guess what you mean, nor do I want to misinterpret what you're trying to say."

[ He sighs. However, he persists. ]

"Let's stop by the mini bar first. It might help you more than it helps me."

[ Since he still thinks Elysium is trying to force that distance between them, it'll be better to remember what happens less, right? ]

[transmit]

Even when I'm giving you permission?

[ he laughs, even though they both know this isn't the place for it. ]

If past trends are anything to go by, it's going to take a lot more than just cognac for the both of us. So? What's it going to be? Time to break out the absinthe? [ … ] And something extra, just to make that fairy more than a mere myth?

[selfconcept]

"Giving permission--"

[ He bites his tongue. Fine. He'll sigh here. Elysium. This unbelievable man. Giving permission isn't everything. Hien has given so much permission over his lifetime despite not really liking it, so he'll think this is along similar lines. ]

"You're getting vodka. Unless you wanna be that shitfaced when having sex with me since I didn't realize I was that terrible in bed. C'mon. Let's go."

[transmit]

You're the one who proposed the bar in the first place. So who needs it more? Me or you?

[ he gives hien a look, rolls his eyes. ]

We can do it sober. Don't be a brat.

[selfconcept]

"Big words from a brat himself. I suggested it for you, since your opinion of me keeps swinging whichever way."

[ He holds Elysium's hand anyway and teleports them to the lobby of the resort, away from the charity auction. ]

[transmit]

[ them avoiding the charity auction is so funny

there's the same vertigo that comes from being unused to teleporting, but he steadies himself quickly enough, hand clamping down on hien's without hesitation. he huffs, eyes narrowing. ]

I would've thought you'd want to make a better impression this time. Too much pressure?

[selfconcept]

"I won't conform myself to anyone's expectations. An impression you make is just something that I'll have to deal with, no matter what it ends up being."

[ aka he won't stop being himself even for Elysium, even if his wants might oppose the other person's. then that's just how it'll be. ]

"... Before I forget, thanks--for taking care of the stupid kid."

[transmit]

[ hien could most definitely do better for himself. but, as he'd said, they're all adults and responsible for their own choices. if what he gets from elysium is enough, in whatever sense that word applies, then that's that. elysium's benefiting in his own ways, too.

the mention of a certain 'stupid kid' does give him pause. ]

… From what I could tell, you took care of a number of them, too. I doubt anyone here could stomach leaving a kid on their own, so it really wasn't anything special. I just happened to be there.

[ did hien teleport them to the minibar btw… maybe he does need a drink… ]

[selfconcept]

[ Yeah! They're very close to the minibar. Hien doesn't leave in case Elysium does want to take the drinks. You know you want to, Elysium... ]

"Many things start from the mundane--nothing special. Sometimes you happen to be in the right place at the right time. For him, anything was better than being ignored."

[ Hien would like to think that he outgrew that sort of thing. Of course he would try to get someone's attention if he needs it, but if he can't... well, he supposes that would depend on the person. ]

[transmit]

We've had a similar conversation before, so it's not like I disagree… but thinking about the people we have here, who would've done that to you? Even our most difficult would've taken responsibility in their own way.

[ thinks about sylus. medea. he makes a sound akin to a snort.

it's almost a little incredible, thinking about the kindness of the people here. and since he's already at the minibar, he might as well have his drink at hien's insistence. the way he's thinking about it? the literal worst would be running into hak. god. and even then, he hadn't done more than rough him around.

…

anyway, he isn't reaching for the absinthe, but he definitely isn't going for the vodka either just to be stubborn. instead, he pulls out a cask-strength whisky and pours a generous amount into two cups. ]

You did do the same for me.

[ he doesn't bother with a toast. just unceremoniously down the hatch it goes. ]

[selfconcept]

"You were really cute as a kid."

[ No toast is fine. Hien gets some vodka for himself. That cask-strength whiskey... stronger than vodka... okay Elysium. Hien wonders what made him change his mind. ]

"I guess you're still cute now, but in a different way."

[transmit]

[ …

he poured two glasses for a reason, hien… he simply swaps his vodka for one of the whisky glasses and drinks that, too, offering no additional comment on being cute. stupid. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien would have thought that other glass was for himself, and then Elysium swipes his glass of vodka... okay... He quietly takes the other cup of cask-strength whiskey and drinks it. ]

"... I know I suggested this, but I didn't want you to get shitfaced."

[ YOU MIXED DRINKS!!! ]

[transmit]

Who said anything about getting shit-faced?

[ he pours hien more whiskey. no one said anything about hien not getting shit-faced, though. ]

Having a high tolerance blows when you're specifically trying to pre-game. Let me live.

[selfconcept]

[ Okay!! Let's get the sick guy to drink like this despite his high tolerance! Hien is having mixed feelings, but yeah. Sure. He drinks the second shot. ]

"I can help you with that if you want me to."

[transmit]

[ makes that three shots. this is heading in the same direction as the very first party.

also, he really needs people to stop thinking about his illness more than he does. it's inconvenient, uncomfortable, and it absolutely harshes the vibe. ]

What are you, a genie in a lamp? Just relax and go with the flow. Stop thinking about what you can do for other people.