Hall
Hector's in bed all tuckered out covered up when here comes Tamsin being super stealthsome like a ghost in the night like a shadow in the dark like something that is so stealthsome it defies stealthsome expectation, at least that's the idea, sneakysneakysneaksneeeeak
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
Ghosh
She can try and be super sneaky stealthsome but what she fails to realize is that she's super-sneaking-stealthing up on one of the smartest most perceptive most fearsome warrior this side of the Rocky Mountains and even if he's been wallowing in a sea of despair for the last three days he is totally not going to be caught unawares oh no he is not.
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 8, 9) ( success x 2 )
Ghosh
Except for he is because he's facedown in bed and has a pillow over his head and hasn't moved since about six o'clock this morning.
Hall
Also, because she is sneaky. She doesn't need help from a bed and a pillow! But she's very glad to have that help, so sneaksneaksneak, and there's Tamsin's head slow-ly quiet-ly poking up over the blankets, just imagine her ears pricked up, and there's Tamsin's hand full of ice-or-snow slow-ly care-full-y creeping under the covers and
annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd
yes, she drops that ice or snow on Hector, then starts laughing like a brat.
Ghosh
[how many fucks does he give?!]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (3, 6, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 4 )
Ghosh
At least he's not in a Harano-induced stupor?
Hector hates cold hates wet hates pretty much anything that isn't 70 degrees and mild so this spate of cold powdery windy awfulness that's really got him wound up. Outside of a death-knell no one has ever known him to frenzy and even then first time he was alone second time to hear Thomas tell it he just kind of laid there in the snow wheezing and choking on his own blood.
He snarls like he's about to tear the whole room apart but he swallows it down and writhes away from the edge of the bed like a half-crazed maniac getting himself twisted up in the sheets and his hair is all up in his face and he's panting by the time he gets his wits back about him.
Only the top of his head peeks out from the blankets at first. Both knobby ugly clodhopping feet stick out at the bottom.
"Ugh," he says. Love underneath the murder-spasm. "You suck." A pillow comes at her head all halfhearted and he starts to emerge from the blanket cocoon like a smelly depressed butterfly. "Why'd you put ice on my ass?"
Hall
"I'm sorry," she says, sugared innocence, "I thought that was your face," and then she pushes herself up on the edge of the mattress, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand. Says, "Looooook what Iiiiiiiii goooooot...."
And she dances up from behind the mattress a copy of the Hobbit: Unexpected Journey, making it do a little jingle-dance. It's the extended version.
Ghosh
That sugared innocence has him changing his mind. He kicks his legs free of the tanglement and then groans and flops back down and drags the sheets and the quilt over his head. He'd shaved off his almost-a-beard after his and Lola's encounter with the creature from another dimension the one that possessed him the one he won't be telling a story about because it was creepy and scary and maybe they were both just hallucinating but it's starting to grow back now. His facial hair not the nightmare creature.
A DVD dances up from behind the bed and he pokes his head out long enough to see what she's doing. Then he snakes an arm out of the blankets to get her in a headlock and pull her down.
"I'm not a Took," he mumbles from inside his blanket-cave. "I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door."
Hall
Tamsin doesn't try to evade the headlock. Not this time. He gets his skinny arm around her pretty Fianna throat super easily, and she laughs at him again, snorting a little through the laughter, throat working, then says, poking at folds of the blanket, "You're homesick. I understand."
[ACTING.]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
Ghosh
"No you don't."
Her alpha is a wiry lean hyperactive jungle-cat of an Uktena. Deceptive even if he can't lie. Stronger than he looks. His arm lies like a stockade over her shoulders when she decides to go along with it. She can feel his forehead against her upper arm through the blankets. His arm and his feet are the only things sticking out now.
"You don't understand. None of you do."
Hall
"You think we're only dwarves?" Tamsin says, when Hector doesn't finish the line. "That we're used to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere?"
Ghosh
He lies still under the blankets. If the rest of them are dwarves then so is he. All of them want to be Gandalf but Hector's robes didn't turn white when he came back from the dead. For several seconds all he does is breathe and try to think before he opens his mouth.
"Dwarves are badasses."
Hall
"They are. I'm going to learn their language next, I think. I was leaning towards," and what follows is a brief, very involved bit of Geekery about this language relating to this one and that one relating to this one over here, and none of them are anything but man-made. "So you wanna watch, dumbass? Also dude, does Lola like her men with a fine layer of scuzz and grease and gross or something? Help me make popcorn. I can't find any. Heector. Heeector."
Ghosh
"You're so annoying."
If he doesn't get himself killed fighting like a fucking dumbass he's going to have to weather the Cinder-Song Curse of All Girls getting woken up by high-pitched long-haired stinky girl-children wanting daddy daddy daddy even though daddy could tear their heads off for waking him up.
He doffs the covers back with the arm that was pinning her down and then lets it drop over her against once his face is free again.
"Why didn't you go with Corey?"
Hall
"Because I didn't want to," she says, neatly, concisely. "Are you going to whine about it?"
Ghosh
This is the first time he's asked her that question in the almost-six months since Corey and Hector tried to kill each other and Corey walked away from them because Hector wouldn't show him his throat.
His eyes mist up and he sniffs and then scoffs.
"No," he says. Alright alright. He's up he's up. His hair has attained autonomy. It's doing whatever the hell it wants. "I will help you make popcorn. God."
Hall
[PERSUADE YOU TO DO SOMETHING, ROLLING IN ADVANCE, WILL IT WORK?! Manip + Subt + PB! rolling first.]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6) ( success x 2 )
Hall
Tamsin says, "Finally!" not touching the subject, The Subject, the touchy subject, and she gets up, says in a flurry of energy, "C'mon c'mon c'mon!!! On the way to the kitchen there's something you gotta see! Up up up!" and Tamsin, all totally in deadly earnest, grabs Hector's arm and drag-pulls him through the house and instead of the kitchen pit stop in the bathroom tiptoe creep over to the shower look down at the drain then finger over lips point it out to Hector oh no point what out to Hector. Come see! It's not a trick at all.
Ghosh
He plod-plod-plods after her making her drag him down the hall and into the bathroom if she's going to make a show of it lets make a show of it. Ugh no gross he doesn't want to shower he's a boy boys are supposed to stink this is a trick nasty Hobbit.
"What? What's the surprise? I can't see anything. Is it a--oh wait I know what the surprise is."
Off comes the shirt. Two-day-old stinky shirt. Tossed at her face. She has about three seconds to vacate the premises before the boxers come off too.
Hall
[RUUUUUUN.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 4, 4, 10) ( success x 1 )
Ghosh
[FLINNNNNNG]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7) ( success x 1 )
Hall
[No man the boxers are coming off. Re-rolling for SPEED.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN7 (4, 4, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Hall
"Ugh!" Tamsin, who is an only child, says when Hector flings that shirt in her face, real sorrow because she didn't get to have him bend over then turn on the shower, and then -- oh no! Tamsin doesn't exeunt gracefully, but she does exit SPEEDILY, leaping over the bathmat with exaggerated flailing, stumbles out've the bathroom gasping like she thinks she's the greatest thing since ever to the world of comedy and 'aw man anything but a sight of Hector's wang.'
And so it is.
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