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An Airbnb in Baltimore, Tuesday Afternoon
Sparkle had given the island's weirdness one night! One.
One was enough. The message that he'd left for Atton in the wake of that night was dubiously coherent and had been left without a single breath taken between words, and Sparkle could not get off the island fast enough after being caught out after the airhorns sounded, thank you very, very much. Sparkle had put up with years of Fandom horror, but very little could prepare a guy for the things he'd seen, stabbed, and screamed at while trying to make his way to somewhere that didn't involve...
... those.
It was a frazzled, tipsy Sparkle, wielding a tupperware container with a fish in it in one hand and half a bottle of Fireball in the other, who made his way up to the Airbnb that Hernando had booked and who knocked on the door. With his face.
There might have been sobbing involved? Or it could've just been frazzled ranting in between bouts of quiet screeching. It was hard to tell.
Sparkles were not made for Silent Hills.
[OOC: For the one, or for texts and/or phonecalls! NFB for distance!]
One was enough. The message that he'd left for Atton in the wake of that night was dubiously coherent and had been left without a single breath taken between words, and Sparkle could not get off the island fast enough after being caught out after the airhorns sounded, thank you very, very much. Sparkle had put up with years of Fandom horror, but very little could prepare a guy for the things he'd seen, stabbed, and screamed at while trying to make his way to somewhere that didn't involve...
... those.
It was a frazzled, tipsy Sparkle, wielding a tupperware container with a fish in it in one hand and half a bottle of Fireball in the other, who made his way up to the Airbnb that Hernando had booked and who knocked on the door. With his face.
There might have been sobbing involved? Or it could've just been frazzled ranting in between bouts of quiet screeching. It was hard to tell.
Sparkles were not made for Silent Hills.
[OOC: For the one, or for texts and/or phonecalls! NFB for distance!]
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He finished the tape and leaned in to kiss Sparkle. "It was not a complaint," he informed him, "though more opportunity for you to relax and de-stress would not be objectionable." Especially this summer because fuuuuuck thiiiiis iiiiisland stress. "Do you think I could add Milady to the tank now or does he need more time to acclimate?"
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"I think he'd be fine, babe. He's a tough buddy. Bettas are all drapery and pretty flowy bits but they're totally like swampfish, like pretty princesses that were forged in... I mean. Not fire. Mud. But not mud."
Sparkle was leaning good and hard into that high. Dani had clearly meant for Hernando to see through time for like a day with those capsules.
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"I am not putting mud in his tank," Hernando said firmly, "He can have pretty gravel and ugly rocks with little water midge things to snack on. And plants." With that, he stood, stole another kiss, and went to set Milady free into the tank.
The betta looked grumpy. A tiny grumpy look on his little fishy face. A sassy little flip of his tail and he swam into a corner to sulk behind a plant.
The circuit back to the bed took him to the mess of Sparkle's stuff on the floor and he spent a quiet few minutes just sort of tidying it up. Making sure the items were where Sparkle could see them, that the bag was where he could see it, but that it wasn't just.. all over. He collected Sparkle's cigarettes and lighter and brought those over to the nightstand as well. At some point, he might drift off to sleep and that would be followed by nightmare waking - it usually did after trauma days - and then he'd want to go outside and smoke. Self-medicating, really, but Hernando didn't want him fumbling around in the dark looking for the smokes.
Crawled back onto the bed and wriggled under the covers with Sparkle. Collecting him into a cuddle again, which, again, mostly involved pulling him on like another blanket.
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Guh, he adored that man.
"Hi," he murmured, quite happy to drape himself over Hernando again. "You're getting me all settled in, huh?"
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"Hi, beautiful," Hernando murmured back, stroking the hair out of his face. "Mmhm. Reducing the number of things my beautiful fidgetmister can do so he can rest here with me. You're going nowhere until you have to pee, baby, I have you successfully trapped."
With cuddles and a blanket, yes. Even on the very best of days, he never tried to make Sparkle feel restrained.
He knew better.
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He flailed about for words for a moment.
"... Dishes?"
There was, like, a plate and a butter knife. And his arms were covered in gauze. Maybe not dishes.
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Hernando laughed quietly at Sparkle's drama. "You have nothing important to do except to rest right now, baby," he pointed out, "The dishes can wait. You.." He leaned down and began punctuating his words with little kisses all over Sparkle's face, "are going to stay right here and rest and enjoy your pill and snuggle with me until you feel better. That is the important thing you must do right now. It is important to me, Sparkle."
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It was starting to hit him like a sack of hammers, and edibles usually took so much longer to take hold. They weren't just inhaled, after all. Of course, the alcohol probably wasn't hurting anything there. He'd been halfway to fucked up by the time he'd knocked in the first place.
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Stroked his hands up and down Sparkle's back again just.. petting him. Letting him enjoy the sensation of being petted with the only expectation being that he relax. "Dani knows her shit," Hernando murmured.. for a few reasons but in this case he meant those pills, "I'm glad they're working for you. Maybe I'll ask her to send more so we have them around."
But no really, this was so much better than Fireball and the alcohol depression that lead to and the cinnamon vomit and the hangovers.
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Sooo easier. Way less awkward than burning his fingers rimming the bowl when he was panicked and shaking and freaking the fuck out, anyway.
Plus, like, he could chase that high from bed.
Convenient!
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"It also does not smell of smoke," Hernando added agreeably, "Did it kick in fast enough for you? I've nothing to compare it to." He definitely approved of this whole 'chasing it in bed' thing. Sparkle was kind of melting and he very thoroughly approved of this after the stress his body had been through.
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Or Sparkle had started out drunk. Or that.
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Drunk and stressed and probably with a heart rate that had pounded the THC right through him like a bullet. "We'll have to try it again on a night that you haven't had a bellyful of Fireball first," Hernando murmured thoughtfully, "Because this is quite nice. You are letting yourself relax nicely, baby."
He smiled down at Sparkle, "And I enjoy wearing you like a blanket. This is nice. I like this."
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That... sounded like innuendo.
It was not.
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"Any time you want to be worn," Hernando offered in turn. Also not innuendo. He was just very, very content at this moment. Sparkle was more or less physically okay and he was lucid and relaxed and not panicking or riding a constant surge of adrenaline. He was comfortable laying here on Hernando and being high and giddy and a little silly.
"I think that wiggling counts as fidgeting," he teased him, more punishing little kisses all around his face. "You are supposed to be chilled out. I will call Dani and tell her the pills didn't work, see if I don't." Yeah that was a real threat. Sure.
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And then, perhaps predictably, more giggling.
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Hernando laughed quietly again at his giddy, giddy boyfriend. Squished him a little and murmured, "Is there anything you need, baby? Do you want more toast or more tea or anything? Do I need to put on cartoons for you?" Look, nobody'd ever given him a 'how to deal with your giddy, stoned boyfriend' manual and he wanted to make sure he was doing this right. The few times he'd been stoned, he'd eaten his bodyweight in snack cakes and regretted it for three days.
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Hmmmm.
"Do you have to get up for any of those? I'm good like this." A beat. "You have pretty hair."
Guess who was now petting your head, Hernando.
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Cuddle Sparkle a little tighter is what he would do. Nuzzling his head up into the petting. "It is very annoying hair in this weather. The humidity makes it very puffy. I need to get a haircut soon."
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A beat.
"Duh."
He had first dibs, and then apparently Hernando was welcome to run off and get his hair cut immediately after the cuddles stopped.
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Hernando laughed again and nuzzled him. "Not that soon," he protested, "because I don't plan to stop cuddling you for hours. Maybe days. Depends how long you need to rest, baby. Believe that if I find you stress-cleaning the grout with a toothbrush and bleach, I am going to pick you up, hose you off, throw you in bed and pin you with cuddles until you relax again."
He would, too.
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Then what, huh?
Sparkle glanced over his shoulder, now curious and debating whether or not Hernando would let him go check.
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"Then the grout can stay dirty for now," Hernando said firmly. He gave a light swat - not even a swat, really, more just a bap, on Sparkle's ass. "No, baby. You stay here with me. Your job is to rest. Everything else can wait."
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...
He was ungood at resting.
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