Inbox - Prismatica

[manufactured]

Inbox

video ⬤ audio ⬤ text ⬤ delivery

albert wesker ⬤ resident evil
residential district ⬤ level 2
moonblessing ⬤ iris

info ⬤ permissions ⬤ kinklist

Comments

[sycamour]

I hope so, because I've always been curious! They do look good, though!

[Walking, walking....seeming okay so far? He's wavering around the place a bit, but he's yet to just....attempt to face-plant the concrete, at least. Still humming!]

Maybe I should get some sunglasses like yours! Do you think they would suit me?

[manufactured]

I doubt the ones like mine would. But that doesn't mean that none of them will.

[...AT LEAST HE'S HONEST ABOUT IT.]

[sycamour]

Mhmm, that makes sense. Perhaps I'll find some of those cute love-heart ones....that would be nice....

[Walking, walking, twirling, walking.....TRIPPING-]

[manufactured]

[...Being caught, actually- ]

...Lovely. Do you want to try again, or are you giving up for the night?

[sycamour]

[Oh, well...thank you for catching him, he'll get back on his feet but that experience was. not the best-]

...how far away is your apartment?

[manufactured]

[...You know what, just. Up you go, Sycamore, he's not going to drop you or anything and it's likely easier for neither of us to have to worry about it.]

Let me worry about that much.

[sycamour]

[UP HE GOES INDEED, GOOD LORD-]

Ah! Okay!

[....

...oh this is actually...quite fun? Almost relaxing! He's going to be facepalming aggressively once he's sober, but you know...for now this is absolutely fine.]

Is this the part where I start flirtatiously praising how strong you?

[manufactured]

And here you've been claiming all night that I've been cheating.

[...If he really felt like blowing your drunk little mind he'd do this at a completely unreasonable speed but as it stands he likes it when people aren't sick on him, so. None of that unfortunately.]

[sycamour]

[....please....normal speed for now, he is not so tough...]

Well, to be fair, I can still praise you for it while acknowledging you are cheating.

[man being carried around like this is super fun, no wonder women enjoy it-]

Which you are, by the way! If I haven't said that already. Looking, you're not even breathing heavily! Ridiculous.

[manufactured]

That hardly means I'm cheating.

[Anyway. Off to the apartment we go, hm? Thankfully it isn't terribly far, though he will have to set Sycamore down to get the entire business unlocked.]

Hopefully you'll be able to find the bedrooms on your own; any that are unoccupied are fine.

[...They're similar levels of nondescript, but his own at least does look like someone lives in it.]

[sycamour]

[...okay, he will admit that it's obvious someone resides in this apartment...whether or not they actually live here is another story....]

You're not going to offer me a nightcap?

[...please do not offer him a nightcap.]

[manufactured]

You'll thank me in the morning.

[oh my god get some sleep sycamore you need to not be conscious

sorry about the completely unadorned room you're going to be doing that in but we can deal with that later]

[sycamour]

[Get some sleep he shall! As soon as Sycamore chooses a bed, he's out like a light.

He wakes up the next morning with, unsurprisingly, an absolutely splitting headache and an overwhelming desire for greasy food. It takes a moment for him to remember the events that led to him waking up in this...fantastically boring room, frankly, and for a moment, he thinks about what Lysandre's opinion would be, should he ever wake up in a place like this. His friend would more than likely refuse to sleep there, full stop, and highlight the audacity of the requester, which amuses Sycamore for a moment - until the headache returns with a vengeance, followed by the usual emotions Lysandre manages to stir in him.

Lovely.

He's not getting out of bed just yet; slapping the covers for a moment (where is that damn thing...), his fingers eventually close around the bracelet he'd haphazardly discarded the night before.

The message Wesker receives will be uncharacteristically blunt - his head, mon ami-]

are you awake?

[manufactured]

[The response is a prompt one, at least.]

Regrettably.

[sycamour]

[ah, so we're both suffering...that's something....]

did you carry me here last night?? i can barely remember arriving

[manufactured]

I did. It seemed a better idea than letting you wander off on your own.

You're in one of the spare rooms in my apartment.

[sycamour]

i apcriate it

[How do you spell 'appreciate'....oh, who cares, close enough...]

give me 5 and ill come out

[.........]

make it 10

[manufactured]

Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.

[sycamour]

[It's closer to 15 minutes than 10, but Sycamore eventually drags himself out of the (non-descript) bedroom to sit at the (...non-descript) table in Wesker's (non....descript mon ami what is going ON-) living area. He's definitely looking a little worse-for-wear; his hair is ruffled rather than stylishly falling around his face, his shoes are off (but his very-red socks are still on, for some reason) and his shirt has been buttoned up incorrectly.

He is, however, out of bed. That is something.]

Could I trouble you for a glass of water? My mouth feels like sandpaper.

[manufactured]

[Look, his apartment is just...

...

...Listen.

Either way, though, water is something easily and readily obtained, and he'll bring it over without any sort of fuss. He seems...reasonably all right, the sunglasses are on and he's...mostly dressed, albeit not quite as nearly as his usual standards would allow. More like he woke up, started to get ready for the day and declared what he's accomplished so far to be good enough for government work.]

I can't say that I'm surprised. You were enthusiastic with the drinks last night.

[sycamour]

[Oh, bless you - that glass will be drained before any response is given. Water...why did he ever abandon you for alcohol...]

I was, wasn't I......although I seem to remember you keeping up with me? And yet...

[He'll wave that empty glass in your general direction, although it has been noted that the usual standards of dress are not being adhered to. Perhaps that's...something.

....those darn sunglasses, though-]

Well! You seem quite alright, really. I'm impressed, once again.

[manufactured]

...I metabolize things better than most. Part of the...not-precisely-human thing that I've told you about.

[So there's that.]

Trust me, I have the worst headache right now, if it's any consolation to you.

[sycamour]

That does make me feel a bit better.

[Because his head also feels like a Poliwrath is drumming on it, but he'll. push through.]

You'll be pleased to know that I've already decided what our next outing will be. You won't even have to carry me like I'm a blushing bride, at the end of it!

[or, well. hopefully.]

[manufactured]

[...Just. Let him sit down nearby because that sounds like a lovely idea, why is alcohol like this.]

Well, now I'm curious.

[sycamour]

Décor, mon ami!

[He'll throw his arms up as he says that, indicating the expanse of the room (while smiling, though-)]

It is so bare in here! Clearly, we need to go shopping so we can get you some wall art, furnishings, perhaps a plant or two, no?