firstworldproblem | Thread Continuations

Well, I suppose we'll see what I turn out to be~ Wouldn't you, too, like it to be a surprise?

Actually... What was it like for you? Did you consciously choose the form you take when you transform, or did it come about itself?

[He shakes his head.]

I did not make it with specific intent. It simply felt right. A genuine reflection.

Though I'm just as am I eager to see what form you will take, I am as equally waiting to see how brightly your soul shines.

[He blushes a little at that, just a bit flustered. You're embarrassing.]

I would like to see yours, too. It's been quite a while.

[Taking his eyes off the road to cup his chin in one hand.]

Is that a blush I see?

[,]

And what if it is?

It is delightful.

[He kisses his temple for the briefest of moments before he goes back to making sure the car stays on the road.]

[He smiles at that.]

It's delightful to see you blushing, too.

[He simply huffs and holds out his hand.]

[Taking that hand! Fufufu~]

You like that.

[He lets his thumb run over the back of his hand as he drives back. When the arrives, he steps out and picks up the packages but then he tilts his head curiously at him.]

Future is Now or Baritones?

Well, I would quite like to steal you away for myself, so let's go to future is now.

If you do end up building a kidnapping room for Future is Now, I will be both parts impressed and mortified.

[He holds his hand on the way up just keeping the light contact the entire way. And he heads into his room upon entry unless he's steered in another direction.]

[He laughs at the suggestion.]

Oh, I could! We would just call it something else. Like... Specimen Containment Laboratory.

[They're definitely heading to his room! Levity will autodimm the lights as well.]

I suggest we take a short bath first. You did make a mess of me.

How creative! But 'we'. Then you would have to share it with others, no?

[He reaches up to cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.]

And burning that memory of your face in that moment to memory. But do go draw the bath. I'll find towels and appropriate sleepware.

[He flushes a little at that praise, but leans into the touch.]

Well, do you Baritones share your own kidnapping room? Or does everyone simply build their own?

[But he'll go draw the bath! Well, it's more like a small pool. His bathroom is very fancy! He chooses candles for lighting, too. Romantic! It's also possible to set a scent, but he doesn't really know what scents Emet likes.]

I've never used our kidnapping room. I enjoy coercing people to come willingly.

[He can't help but smile and be charmed as he sits down behind for the moment reaching into his hair to undo the braid.]

How indulgent.

I suppose you have already coerced me. But I imagine Lahabrea would get jealous if I hog you all to myself.

[He tips his head back to make the unbraiding easier. Or harder!]

Quite nice, isn't it? I decided to treat myself when I bought it.

The old man? He'd be delighted. He is rather sentimental under all those layers of posturing and gruff.

[Well, if he is getting access to his throat he will run his fingers down it, scraping just slightly.]

Good. Then allow me to treat you further. For making the mess in the first place.

[And he will begin washing his hair and him if there are no complaints.]

[His cheeks tint pink at the touch to his throat. It feels like such an intimate thing now.]

Mm, do you suppose he would say things like "oh, young love"? Maybe remember his own youth, if he was in love back then.

[Also he's definitely allowing Emet to wash him! The bath products are also all scented, possibly with lavender. Gotta keep up the pastel bitch brand.]

Perhaps.

[He tilts his head down to kiss his forehead.]

I imagine he'd just enjoy us all being happy honestly.

[He pulls him into his lap to wash him. It's not super effective, but that is the point. But the choice of sent does not go unnoticed.]

Is that your favorite color? You could pick any, you know.

[Definitely making himself cozy in Emet's lap and wrapping his arms around him. Maybe splashing a bit of water on Emet himself.]

They say it has relaxing properties! Isn't that something we could all use? Besides, I thought it funny if it matched my hair color.

You know you can have any hair color.

... or rather you used to be able to change it on a whim.

[He can't help but laugh as he's splashed.]

But it is a scent I do associate with you. Freshly dried ink and parchment as well with all the fresh pages that went across your desk.

Which color do you like best on me?

[Definitely going to be a little bastard and fish for compliments.]

Goodness, don't remind me. You know what the worst part of my memories of the Bureau is? The feeling of how dry my hands got from handling so much paper.

Lighter or pastel colors. It accents your behavior.

[He takes one of his hands and kisses the tips of his fingers.]

You were an excellent Chief. They couldn't have picked a better candidate. Though I still believe you would have made and excellent Emet-Selch.

[He smiles at the kiss, then strokes Emet's cheek with his hand.]

And I've told you many times why I wouldn't have been a better fit than you. But I think you wouldn't believe me no matter what.

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