Event Log - Love at the Lake

[lucetimods]

Who: All you people, can't you see, can't you see?
What: Part two of el evento del amor, the lake festival
When: March 1st
Where: The Southern Lake
Summary: An absolutely ordinary week in Luceti ends on a high note, with a festival to tickle everyone's fancy.
Rating: up to PG-13, or take it off-comm please

Comments

[urallmaggots]

Hm... I'll take your word on that.

[Again, it was Albel. No surprise there.]

What are you even drinking?

[etherealblast]

Hot chocolate. They've got this odd flavor that's got a pretty nice kick to it. [Strong, kind of spicy, but sweet, and not in a way that was deadly like Cliff's cooking. It was good. He takes another sip before licking his lips, pausing, and offering the cup to Albel with a grin.]

Want some? Though I guess you're not all that adventurous with drinks, are you?

[Why would anyone hate coffee, of all things?] It might be a bit too much for you, in that case.

[urallmaggots]

[Albel narrowed his eyes at the little brat. That was a challenge; that was a damn challenge, and like hell he was going to back down from it.]

As long as it's not bitter like that foul drink you forced on me before.

[He snatched the hot chocolate away from Fayt, peering into the cup. Why was everything these Earthlings drank thick and brown? It looked like liquified shit, and probably tasted just as terrible. Still, he wasn't going to back down, and tilted back, draining what was left of Fayt's cup.]

[It wasn't... terrible, per say... until the heat hit in the back of his throat. Then it felt like his mouth was suddenly on fire and someone get him a damn water because he's pretty sure his face is turning purple!]

[etherealblast]

[a brat indeed, because while Fayt suspected that might be Albel's reaction, he didn't realize he'd react so poorly. Maybe he should have warned him? Or just not egged him on in the first place...

Too late for that, though. He tries to hold in his snickering but it's an impossible task with how ridiculous Albel looks sputtering.] Y... You probably shouldn't have drank it all in one go....

Give me a second! [He was still laughing, but how purple Albel's face was getting finally got Fayt to stand, heading over to a nearby refreshment booth to grab a cup of water before jogging back quickly to offer it to the poor guy.]

[urallmaggots]

[Albel snatched the water, downing it just as quickly as the chocolate, though it didn't help. If anything it made it worse.]

What was in that?!

[Even his voice sounded high pitched and strained.]

[etherealblast]

Uh... not sure, actually. Some sort of spice? Chili pepper maybe? [He's heard about adding peppers to chocolate, but this is the first time he's actually tried anything like it.]

I didn't think it was that bad....

[Probably because he likes spicy foods..] Just breath. It'll fade in a bit.

[urallmaggots]

Chili pepper!?

[Albel forced himself to breath, trying to get the heat out of his mouth.]

[etherealblast]

Maybe? Like I said, I'm not sure.

[Fayt will settle himself back on the ground, watching Albel try to cool down. He was panting pretty hard....]

[urallmaggots]

[You set his throat on fire, you jerk! Why does he like you again!?]

[etherealblast]

[Because he doesn't hate you?] Do you want some more water?

[urallmaggots]

It's not helping.

[Ow ow ow ow.]

Something... anything else.

[etherealblast]

Something else... like ice?

[Not that that would do much more than numb his mouth....Fayt reaches over, grasping Albel's chin.]

Let me see for a second. Did you actually burn yourself?

[urallmaggots]

[Albel locked up, his purple turning red.]

I-I don't know! But you can let go!

[etherealblast]

[Wow, that reaction was sort of cute.....

On a mischievous impulse, he decides he'd rather not back away, and instead leans in a bit, pressing his lips to Albel's quickly and licking his lips free of any lingering chocolate before pulling back with a grin.]

It's probably just taking a while to fade. I think you'll be fine.

[urallmaggots]

[...considering what they were really supposed to be, describing the expression on Albel's face as a "404 error" was fairly accurate. His mouth worked a few times, trying to come up with some way to properly respond to that, before he finally clicked it closed.]

[etherealblast]

[Annnnd that grin just grows at Albel's expression, becoming downright smug.]

Do you want me to check your tongue for you, too?

[urallmaggots]

[That got Albel to do something, mostly sputter indignantly while doing a good impression of a tomato, but it was something.]

Y-you...!

[He wanted to hit him. He really wanted to hit him.]

[etherealblast]

Or I can go get you that ice, if you really need it... [He makes to stand, pushing himself up off the grass. Escape? What are you talking about, he's just doing a favor...]

[urallmaggots]

[What the--?! Hell no! Albel grabbed his arm tightly, going from a blushing mess to pissed off in less than a second.]

Where do you think you're going?

[etherealblast]

[Fayt stops when Albel grabs his arm, peering over his shoulder with false innocence.]

To get some ice, what else? [Buuuut that grin is still lingering on his face.]

[urallmaggots]

[No, no you're not, Fayt.]

[Albel narrowed his eyes, before pulling him over to pin him to the tree as best he could with one working arm and... one sort of working arm. He glared down at the little brat, looking like he was either going to hit him or... other... things, or maybe some combination of both.]

Who said you could do that?

[etherealblast]

[Definitely not. Because while he tenses a bit when the tree bark scratches his still sensitive back, that discomfort doesn't last long, from the way his grin remains and his expression takes on a look of challenge when Albel pins him to the tree.]

Do I need your permission? Or are you going to give me a reason to stay?

[Yep, definitely egging him on.]

[urallmaggots]

[Albel stared down at him for a moment, looking like he was fighting a war with himself. Finally, the skeleton arm they had been working on for the week slipped out from under his cloak, fingers working just enough for Albel to hook them under his chin to push Fayt's head up toward him...]

[...and proceed to mash his lips against his in what was probably the angriest, most awkwardly initiated rage kiss ever.]

[etherealblast]

[Awkward or not, Fayt had been eagerly anticipating that reaction and he reaches up to bury his fingers in Albel's hair, tugging him closer and working to properly align their lips into something a bit more comfortable, if no less fierce. Albel got an A for effort, but his technique could use some work.]

[urallmaggots]

[What do you want from him; his first kiss was mashing Fayt up against a door frame thanks to a cursed weed. He let out a faint noise as he rearranged the two of them; yes, that was much better. His flesh arm slid down, wrapping around Fayt's waist to pull him a little closer, maybe a little too demanding, but... dammit, he'd been holding this back for the whole week. He should be allowed to indulge at this point, right?]