goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"What do you mean by not well?" York rolls his eyes behind her, but offers an encouraging smile.

Don't you roll your eyes at him, that gets a disapproving frown.

"I don't know. It doesn't seem well. I seem to be stable now, more or less, however."

"Disorientation." York offers. "The physical strain had him out of it and nauseous and he didn't think he was back in his own skin till I grounded him."

"Grounded him."

"Yeah. Sent him to bed without dinner." He smirks, Ramirez snorts a laugh and turns her attention back to Malcolm. "Have you experienced the appearance of Clair Moran?"

More frowning. Such frown at York. So now speaking for him and then making weird jokes?

"If you are referring to York's former partner, then yes, I have seen her."

"Only seen?" York shuts up about that. Talking about Clair is-

He doesn't like doing it. She's his. Theirs, now, but mostly his. Doesn't help that she's on the arm of the chair he's sitting on, playing with his hair. NOt that he can feel it but he feels that she wants to and that-

That's not fair.

Wash groans. God he's never heard his name said like that and he loves it. "Oh god Taylor..." Doing these things to him that make it so hard to focus on anything else. He doesn't push in straight away, holds himself there, lets the anticipation wash over him, and then slowly starts to thrust into Taylor again.

Malcolm's brow furrows. "I don't know what else there would be. She hasn't spoken, and she doesn't have physical form. So far."

Have so. She murmurs and York tries not to flinch.

"So far? Do you expect that to change?"

"It could, but I wouldn't expect it. I didn't expect to see her, either, so what I expect means nothing."

He had half a mind to smirk- well. A quarter of a mind. An eighth. The rest is knotted up in the steady drag of David's cock out of him and the inevitable slow press inside. The moments he has to spend waiting for something have him growling, that same snarling noise he'd made when David tried to touch him, to take control.

"She's a shared hallucination right now. Expectations can change the nature of a delusion, even one that's been inherited." Carolina looks affronted to be called a 'delusion' and York just. Stares into his juice. He wants this over.

"We done here?"

"It could be that I just haven't seen the full range of the hallucination yet. I'd like to remind everyone in the room that all of this happened only hours ago, and some of that time was spent asleep. Everything's going to be banging their pots and pans around for a good deal longer."

This time Wash is just as eager to get moving at Taylor wants him to be. He presses fully inside and starts moving again almost immediately. Slow at first, but speeding up as he gains confidence from the hot little noises that he drags out of the other man. They mingle with his own, moans and pants as he fucks him.

[ Even now, she doesn't rely on luck, doesn't believe in it in spite of circumstances in her life that could only have happened due to the bored dice rolls of the gods. Once they're on the move, she doesn't look back; she uses the eye-HUD connection to send a quick text message to Epsilon, to get the ball rolling on their distraction.

There's a delay. There's always a delay. Her hand lifts, a closed fist, signalling for Humphrey to stop. Waiting...waiting...]

[ Move now, but wait up? Maybe something's gone wrong with the distraction? Maybe the timing is off for the next round of guards?

WHAT WOMAN?

He says nothing, of course Humphrey is too civil, but York seethes in his helmet. ]

"...Yeah we're done here. See you later doc." York sets his empty glass down and pushes himself off the sofa, nudging Malcolm with his shoulder on the way out. Leave. Leave now before they make you stay.

...What is going on? "York?" Didn't he want to do this together? Didn't he find the suggestion of doing this separately strange?

Most would not consider having a literal demon in your life a good thing! Never mind one with a temper and bound by rules York doesn't completely remember putting in place to begin with. She's draped full along his couch, cat in her lap and tablet on the cat, a brow arching when he comments about the newest video.

"Heat does not sound like a human," she points out dryly. Her scales are much like armor, even as for fitting as they are -- but there's not exactly a /view/, so to speak. Unless one liked barbie doll anatomy. As it is, her wings still drape along her legs as she shifts a bit, all the better to look at him. "I presume this is a good thing, however?"

"We're leaving Mal." He curls his hand around Malcolm's wrist and tugs, leading him into the hall. Only when they're further away does he relax enough to mumble. "It's never gonna be a good session when she opens with 'Carolina is just a delusion.' I don't wanna deal with that today."

"She barely even spoke to me. I thought you wanted me there. So we could talk things out. I suppose I can just stay there and listen to you when you're there." He tugs his wrist from York's hand.

"The usual. You listen to her." Probably because Dr Emily Grey is rather terrifying in her friendliness. But she knows what she's doing, usually. "Room service works. I'm assuming a business suite?" It's a good assumption, and she doesn't think to query it. Otherwise she might have objected before they got there. Because they're all sold out of everything, except..

Well, the *bridal* suite is certainly huge. But the mirrors everywhere and glass doors between certain rooms weren't entirely appropriate. Right? Right..

"I have no opinion on you being there or not. It's your call." He lets go, slinging his hands in his pockets. "What's there to talk about? We drifted. Yay. We are, in fact, compatible. World is still ending and I'm still crazy."

"Then I thought you wanted to go. Just...hold on a moment, I'm...very confused here."

"I went because my continued presence in the dome is now dependent on seeing that therapist at least once a day." It wasn't until he sat down and spoke with her and now it's mandatory. He's just THAT special. "I went. I'm good for the day."

"It means you sound attractive." Which isn't wrong, but explaining slang is kind of something he's used to doing now. Part of catching her up- whatever the template doesn't tell her, he does. It works. "And yeah it's pretty great. Don't think I can ever really, you know, put you ON camera but if you wanna heckle me in the next few videos, that'd be cool."

It'd pay for the next month's rent at least if the donations keep coming in like this, damn.

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