[He looks very appreciative of the pat, thank you Mandricardo. Since he's also still got his fuckin animal curse on top of everything else, he kind of pushes his head up against the headpat like a fond cat.]
Thank you. I feel much more sure of myself now...
[He's going to try writing these on Friday and they are going to be so fuckin ugly god bless.]
[MANDI THIS IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS SO HARD WHEN IT WEARS OFF!!
Sakyou's having as good of a time as a freshly CYOA'd drunk lad can, though! They are still in the dirt, truly hate it here. There is much tipsy affection as he leans into the touch and then pats Mandricardo's noggin.]
They should work that way. You say they don't work that way?
[You mean people can't just stop feeling things? Sounds fake?]
[And yeah they really are just borderline cuddling here. Boys, please. He likes the pats, nuzzling into his neck slightly. Feelings are fake. Touch starvation is real.]
[THEY REALLY ARE. God. Actually they basically are now, because when Mandricardo does that, Sakyou shifts so he can just hold this lad in his drunk noodle arms instead.]
They don't. [Unless you're cursed, probably.] You can't control the way you feel.
[There's warmth, if nothing else! A... great contrast for the relative chill of spring and, y'know, being on the ground.]
Perhaps... But life is a painful and messy thing in general. In order to enjoy the highest points of euphoria, one must accept that they could also experience the lowest depths of misery.
That sounds really complicated. [And just resting his head against the other's shoulder, draping his arms around his waist.] Mmm. It should be happiness all the time, for you.
[It's a sweet thing to say, but somehow, Sakyou's smile just looks even more wistful. He scoots closer still so he can rest more comfortably against his dirt nap companion, closing his eyes with a sigh. Maybe he really will just take a nap here, damn.]
You're too kind to me. If such a thing were possible, I would wish for others to enjoy it.
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Thank you. I feel much more sure of myself now...
[He's going to try writing these on Friday and they are going to be so fuckin ugly god bless.]
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[No understanding of emotions is a binch but! Cat Sakyou is good. Just keeps petting him, gently, resting his chin on his shoulder.]
If you feel better...then keep feeling like that.
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Sakyou's having as good of a time as a freshly CYOA'd drunk lad can, though! They are still in the dirt, truly hate it here. There is much tipsy affection as he leans into the touch and then pats Mandricardo's noggin.]
It would be nice if things worked that way.
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[You mean people can't just stop feeling things? Sounds fake?]
[And yeah they really are just borderline cuddling here. Boys, please. He likes the pats, nuzzling into his neck slightly. Feelings are fake. Touch starvation is real.]
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They don't. [Unless you're cursed, probably.] You can't control the way you feel.
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[He relaxes, slightly, making a low noise. It's warm, though...]
What a terrible thing. I think that's wrong. It should be easier.
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Perhaps... But life is a painful and messy thing in general. In order to enjoy the highest points of euphoria, one must accept that they could also experience the lowest depths of misery.
[A philosophical drunk...]
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That sounds really complicated. [And just resting his head against the other's shoulder, draping his arms around his waist.] Mmm. It should be happiness all the time, for you.
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You're too kind to me. If such a thing were possible, I would wish for others to enjoy it.
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...Mm. What do they say? If wishes were horses, beggars would ride? [A huff.] People need horses.
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Yes... We need more horses. [He says, very solemnly and very drunkenly.] But if we don't have any horses, we can at least have a nap.
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[Also a nod.]
A nap is good. People need sleep. Especially drunk people like you.
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You should also get some sleep. It looks like a lot to have gone through...
[Even if his emotions are all fuckin WEIRD. He knows he should probably sit upright, but damn.]
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Mmm. [And he's closing his eyes, just snuggling closer. Dirt boys.] Maybe right here....you're warm...
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Dirt boys, though... Incredible. They're really just going to sleep out here in the garden next to some deadass animal graves.]
I don't really feel like moving. [So that's fine by him?!]
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[He would say something! But as it turns out........]
[He's already just dozed off. Snzzzzzzzzzzzzzz]
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