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[devilstongue]

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[halforc]

Oh, so you're a dual wielder now, are you? That's some fancy fucking handiwork there, what's the backstory for that?

[ He's excited for Molly to have a good time, leaning forward on a bent arm as he munches away at his lunch. ]

[devilstongue]

I'm not telling!

[ He says with a laugh, and then flips a fry between his fingers like a tiny baton. ]

I'm good with my hands, I guess?

[ Molly's been in contact with the organizers of the event and had a lot of fun discussions, and he might have a whole gallon of fake blood at home. ]

[halforc]

I'll guess I'll have to take your word for it, Mister Two-Swords.

[ The flirting isn't so subtle after their first date; Mollymauk knows Fjord enjoys whatever content he puts out. The attraction has a decent foundation of trust, insomuch as it can this early on, but Fjord makes no secret of how much he wants him. Not overtly, but in teasing comments like this one where he waggles his brows and sighs, acting as if he'll be the last person on earth to ever feel those hands on him when it's (hopefully) the opposite.

He has to send out feelers as to whether Molly wants to get closer to him, too. ]

[devilstongue]

You should, Mister Holy-Paladin.

[ Molly's eyes are full of happy affection above that unsubtle heat, and he can't believe how much he's enjoying these dates. Normally they would have fucked already, but he's kind of enjoying the slowness of it, the way they get to know eathother more and more as they hang out.

Not to say he's not terribly horny and thinks about Fjord sometimes (all the time) when he does videos, but funnily enough he has a near-Pavlovian response to Fjord's ring tone that sends shivers of happiness rather than intense lust. (Well, maybe a little lust when he gets pictures.)

(The way he eats his fry is in no way subtle, either, slipping it between his lips while keeping eye contact.)

They say people put out on the third date, but he's going to be on a field screaming at fake monsters, so probably not. ]

Yasha is kind of excited too, in her own way. She got herself a really big sword and then I had to break it to her that they need to be foam. It's on her wall now, it's amazing.

[halforc]

[ Fjord thinks he could live his whole life in a relationship like this, subsisting on the positive reinforcement and emotional support, it's a world away from Avantika. He'll have to kiss him twice when they leave today, just so he can look forward to the second where he'll nibble on those lips that are taking such good care of fries.

He barks with laughter when he hears about Yasha's purchase. ]

She bought a real fucking sword? Oh my god, that's amazing. What's she dressing up as?

[devilstongue]

[ It's so different from everything he has ever had before. It's like being with Yasha, only with sexual attraction involved.... although that might sound weird to some. She's his best reference for trust and happiness, though.

Of course that means he loves talking about her. ]

She sure did! That thing is the size of me, Fjord! It's really cool, but I can't even lift it.

[ He snorts, so amused by his best friend. ]

It's not sharp so it's not like she was going to go out murdering people, but still. She's going as a barbarian, though, and she's going to be my older sister. Apparently our parents had a lot of divine and fiendish lovers in their family history.

[ Pulling up his phone again, he starts scrolling a bit and then hands it over to Fjord. On it is a couch that holds a seated Yasha, looking a little younger and more haunted, and a younger Molly in her arms, head almost shaved and expression somewhere between vacant and soft as he leans his head to her shoudler. ]

Our first week together.

[halforc]

[ It stings something soft in his heart to see Molly with his hair cut short like that, smaller and absent of his usual flair. ]

Oh, Molly ... [ He has to say something that isn't I wish you had never been hurt because that's vapid and pointless as fuck. ] So you weren't always cute, huh? Gangly, weedy thing.

[ He says it fondly, finding the menu to tap him on the arm. ]

Here, pick which ice cream we're sharing.

[devilstongue]

Excuse you I was very cute! [ Molly says with a chuckle. ] I was the bomb to the seven-year-old girl there.

[ He links their fingers together with a smile. Everything Fjord says just makes him feel good about himself. There's gentleness without coddling and kindness without judging. His heart is stupidly full and Molly almost misses what the half-orc says next. ]

Hm? Oh, ice cream?

[ Grabbing the menu, he flips to the dessert section with a grin. ]

Oh, shit, they're homemade! I'm a chocolate person myself, so the brownie choco one sounds perfectly decadent. Is that good?

[halforc]

I'm fine with whatever you want. Stick a waffle in it for me, too.

[ This is their life now, dates of delicious food and cooing over each other. It could be worse, honestly, Fjord looks so demurely pleased with his life as he chins a hand to watch Molly hoot over flavours. ]

I've decided to keep mine and Deuces' tent in the out-of-character field next to yours, so you can find us easily if you need something at night.

[devilstongue]

You got it!

[ He raises his menu politely so that the waitress can get over in her own pace. Molly sweet-talks the matronly halfling woman about ice cream, and she pinches his cheek like a loving grandmother and tuts off to get them their treat.

Eyes back on Fjord, the tiefling smiles again. ]

Really? You don't have to do that, I don't want you to miss out because of newbies.

[halforc]

It's no trouble, we'll always try to be back in the normie-field around nine or ten at night. Nobody keeps their phones on them in the day, making it awfully hard to stay in contact, so whenever you want to explore on your own you'll still know where I'll be at a certain time. Besides, passing out on the "tavern" floor full of floor cushions and pillows might not be a good idea with the weather turning chilly.

[ He fully expects Mollymauk and Yasha to run off and do their own thing, so keeping a touchstone location seems wise. If Molly has any memory lapses, then there's somewhere he can be safe; or even if he just doesn't enjoy himself. ]

I'll keep a cooler of water and snacks in my tent in case anyone gets dehydrated or hungry, feel free to pilfer from it.

[devilstongue]

You are a sweetheart, Fjord.

[ He really is, and planning a thing like this seems amazingly thoughtful to him. Both because they're newbies, and because he knows Molly might not like it and would just hang out in the tent eating chips the whole weekend.

(Or forget where he is.)

Neither is going to happen, though. He's so excited for this. ]

I'm going to love seeing what people are wearing, I hope I can stay in character.

[halforc]

It's all bullshit, don't worry. There will be people wearing full plate armour, the real kind, because they're bonkers and planning on not actually hitting anything on the battlefield, and you'll never look weirder than they do. Just invent whatever you want and they'll lap it up.

[ He clears his throat as their dessert arrives, sticking his nose in the air. ]

I, of course, will be immune to your charms as a holy man.

[devilstongue]

Oh, really?

[ Now you're fucked, Fjord, because Molly immediately takes that as a challenge.

...this ice cream is also a challenge, with four scoops, a waffle and a cute little sugar heart. The halfling woman winks and then heads off again. ]

What if I'm playing a cleric, hmm?

[halforc]

Then I look forward to watching you refrain from flirting with other players.

[ That sugary heart is cronched in half as he snags a scoop of ice cream up with it, smug with pink wafer on his lips. ]

[devilstongue]

Gods, good thing I'm not a cleric, then.

[ He picks up his own spoon, taking some ice cream on it and slipping his forked tongue out to lick it with a sigh of pleasure. All while keeping eye contact. ]

It would be so unlike me.

[halforc]

You're not going to tell me what you picked for your class, are you?

[ He chomps on his own spoonful of ice cream, lapping it in broad strokes to counter the delicate flicks of that forked tongue. ]

[devilstongue]

You told me not to, darling.

[ He winks, sucking the ice cream off his spoon and diving in for another. ]

Not a caster, though. Technically.

[halforc]

You keep teasing me, though!

[ He's existing in limbo!!

Seeing what Molly is up to he drops his own spoon and takes hold of Molly's hand once he has his next spoonful, looming forward to lick it off, eyes on him. ]

Stop hogging all the best bits.

[devilstongue]

Oh, I know. It's hilarious.

[ It's cute when he's so curious and frustrated in one!

Molly's not quite prepared for the ice cream raid, though, and his eyes widen a bit as that broad tongue 'steals' his. It looks so good, and he's not talking about the ice cream, here. To feel that on his body, suck on it when they kiss... fuck, now he has a semi in the little mom-and-pop restaurant. ]

Mm... I think you're the one hogging all the best bits there, love.

[halforc]

[ He lets the spoon go free with a pop, licking his lips as he sinks back in his seat. The waffle gets stabbed, partly out of sexual frustration and partly because he needs something in his mouth now even if it can't be the purple snack on the other side of the table. So, mrrph. Waffle. ]

Just making sure I get something sweet out of meeting up with you today.

[ Oh, he went there. The boy is on a roll. ]

[devilstongue]

Oh, I'll give you some sugar later~!

[ Molly purrs, licking the spoon 'clean' from Fjord with the curl of his tongue before going for more ice cream. It's nice and creamy, with some less sweet dark chocolate in it, so it's not too overpowering. Very rich, though, so it feels like he would have to be rolled out of this restaurant later.]

[halforc]

Promises, promises.

[ He holds some waffle doused in chocolate sauce out on his fork for Molly to take. ]

What do you have planned for the week ahead, any more special shoots?

[ Fjord will be ... at the shop. As usual. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly happily takes the morsel offered, getting chocolate sauce on his upper lip as he does. ]

Mmm... I get why you asked for that, now. Delicious.

[ Smiling, he chins a hand as Fjord asks what he's going to do the rest of the week. ]

Well, I don't have any more shoots that need any more attention than good lighting and my dick, but I have an interview with a blogger at the end of the week. I'm also booked for more Damali Cosmetics sessions next month, so I will not be able to see you for a while after that.

[ He wiggles a brow. ]

Unless you want to be infected. So. Much. Glitter

[halforc]

I don't mind if you're covered in glitter, I'll take that over not seeing you for weeks on end.

[ He has an emotional sad face in his heart when he thinks about not getting to be around Molly, which is just how healthy crushes work, he supposes. ]