open catch-all + closed prompts for August

[fulgency]

Who: Ozymandias + You (plus some closed prompts)
When: August (will be adding more prompts as time goes on!)
Where: Around!
What: Leaving the Coven after a month-long illness, Lunasa, & likely more; hmu if you would like a closed starter or a different prompt
Warnings: None so far, but will update as needed!

Comments

[fulgency]

[Waver's half-hearted attempts at getting Ozymandias to stop doesn't seem to have much effect. If anything, it's only earning him the opposite with continued head patting.]

Now I know you've had too much to drink! You're talking utter and complete nonsense.

[It's much better to see Waver smiling, Ozymandias decides. And apparently all it takes a combination of praise and aggravating him. Fortunately, neither are particularly hard to do. Despite how critical Waver tends to be of himself, Ozymandias hasn't found much to criticize him over other than being an occasional stick in the mud. But then again, that just lends itself to the ease of the latter.]

I excel at all things. You should know better than to suggest otherwise.

[tryhard]

Oh, do you?

[ Now he definitely has to think of something! Something Ozymandias can't do but he can... ]

I bet... there's gotta be something. You're just saying that 'cause- 'cause no one's told you otherwise yet.

[ Yep. Filter's gone. Not that he's being rude! Well. At least not on purpose. ]

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias scoffs because... Well, Waver's not technically wrong. No one would ever dare tell Ozymandias that something was beyond his ability even if that was what they truly believed. But at the same time, the belief that he was capable of all things was sincerely held during his lifetime. He did not need to instill fear of divine wrath for that. They simply loved and believed in him as Pharaoh.]

You aim for the impossible, Waver. I would normally admire such determination, but in this case, it is mere folly.

[tryhard]

But aren't you the one who told me to prove people wrong when they say I can't do something?

[ Now he's just being contrary on purpose. Waver smirks, watching Ozymandias over the rim of his cup as he takes another drink... and nearly hits himself in the face with the ice, tilting the cup too far back as he finishes the cocktail. Whoops. ]

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias' brow furrows, but he's neither frowning nor glaring, looking at Waver completely incredulous.]

I was not including myself in that! [And just like that, it's the return of the roughhousing as Waver most assuredly finds himself placed in a headlock. There is no escaping or stopping the headpats now. Granted those headpats are more akin to a noogie, but the point still stands.] Why would I ever encourage anyone to defy me?

achievement unlocked

[tryhard]

Waah!!

[ oh no... trapped... ]

Hey, d-don't...!

[ Graceful as ever, Waver flails and tries to squirm out of his grip-- not particularly effectively, considering he's pretty much stuck between the wall capping the edge of the booth, the narrow seating itself, and Ozymandias's body.

He does manage to wriggle downward a bit, but only really succeeds in mashing his face against Ozymandias's royal tiddies chest... producing the following extremely eloquently phrased protest: ]

Mmhhmh--

[fulgency]

[Despite Waver's attempts at escape and subsequent protests, Ozymandias relents from noogying only briefly to ask,]

Was that an apology?

[tryhard]

[ Waver's gotta come up for air sometime, right...

He's stopped flailing quite so much, realizing he's well and truly stuck until Ozymandias loosens his grip. It's not hard, but it isn't budging either. He grunts, reversing tactics and trying to poke his head up enough to be heard. ]

Nuh-uh!

[ Still more of a noise than a response. Despite his show of trying to shove at Ozymandias's chest, at least one part of Waver is still honest. His tail is wagging again, tight little flicks back and forth excitedly. Traitor. ]

[fulgency]

[He remains unmoved and does not release Waver. Especially not while his tail is so visibly wagging and he doesn't seem to be genuinely trying to escape. In fact, he's only earned himself yet another noogie and no relenting as Ozymandias asks a follow-up.]

Would you like to try that again?

[tryhard]

[ The follow-up noogie earns Ozymandias a low, drawn-out growl, and Waver mashing his face against him again in a not particularly effective attempt at head-butting.

He changes tactics, shifting around to try to get both legs up on the bench now so he'll have more leverage. Even if he doesn't have much room for it. ]

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias laughs as Waver switches tactics. Were he taller, it would likely be impossible for him to get his feet up on the bench at all even without Ozymandias doing anything more than continuing to hold him in this headlock.]

What do you think you're doing? [He leans down with Waver, not using any real force but making the angle Waver has to work with to get his feet up a little more challenging.] You shouldn't get your feet all over their furniture.

[tryhard]

Mrrmh!

[ Angry! How dare!

Ozymandias effectively blocks Waver by not giving him enough room, and smothering him a little more in the process. It doesn't hurt or anything, but it definitely makes it hard to move.

After a few more pointless wiggles, Waver seems to get tired. He stops squirming, and resumes grumbling, muffled but sort of understandable. ]

Okay, okay... [ a soft grr of resigned annoyance. ] Lemme up, ugh...

[fulgency]

[He lets up as requested, letting Waver sit back up more properly in his seat. He even goes so far as to loosen his hold to go from a headlock to simply having his arm around Waver.]

A wise decision to give up before the might of Pharaoh, [he says as he picks up his own drink once more. Ozymandias settles down his laughter before having another drink of the glass.] I have decided in my wisdom and fairness to forgive your insolence. Even though you did not apologize...

[He ruffles Waver's hair one more time for good measure before taking his arm back completely.]

[tryhard]

[ Waver sighs, relieved to be able to sit up properly and get his ears uncrunched from being squished against Ozymandias like that. They perk up, the one closer to the former Servant rotating lazily toward him as if half-paying attention.

With Ozymandias's arm still around him, Waver naturally ends up leaning against him still even as he relaxes back against the bench. He's warm, but... pleasantly so. It doesn't seem to occur to him that Ozymandias still has an arm draped around him, and he doesn't try to pull away. ]

Mm... We'll call it a draw.

[ He decides with a satisfied huff-- which turns into another grunt of surprise at the follow-up hair ruffle that makes his ears press down again. Waver shakes his head when he's freed, fingers running through his hair to straighten it.

Even with Ozymandias no longer holding onto him, the proximity and the pleasant draw of his warmth has Waver still shoulder to shoulder with the pharaoh, leaning against him more heavily than he realizes. ]

Heyyy...

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias doesn't mind the press of Waver's weight against his shoulder. While he does not always tolerate it, with his increased practice of magic resulting in warmer body temperature, he's found it to be a far more common occurrence that others attempt to press themselves in close. Thus, in the end, Waver's drawl ends up pulling more of Ozymandias' attention back to him than his decision to keep close.]

What?

[tryhard]

[ Waver's own body temperature is noticeably higher, closer to what might feel feverish for a normal human, but with his new canine features apparently comes this perk (?) as well. Right now, he's just... very comfortable... ]

What?

[ It takes him a moment to realize Ozymandias is actually responding to his noise. He forgot what he was whining for... probably his hair being constantly mussed up. ]

Ah... hmm.

[ He exhales slowly, eyes half-shut. ]

Nothin'.

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias huffs a small laugh. Waver seems capable of handling his liquor to some degree. He's not sick and he hasn't lost complete control of himself. But at the same time, any more and Ozymandias might not reach the same conclusion.]

I think it's time we closed out your tab and got you home, [he says with a gentle nudge to get Waver to sit up. He finishes off his glass and holds out his hand, motioning for Waver to hand over his coin purse.] I'll handle it.

[Waver should probably not be doing math in this state to calculate a tip.]

[tryhard]

[ Ah, so being a drunk and sleepy bitch isn't getting him out of picking up the tab... alas.

Not that he argues. Waver makes a vague grumbling noise but complies, complaining mostly that he has to scoot over and sit up. He'll hand over the coins though, trusting Ozymandias's honor enough he's sure, even drunk, that the pharaoh wouldn't cheat him or steal from him. It doesn't even cross his mind.

Mostly, he just wants to crawl into bed. (Though he should probably eat something since he was too cheap to buy food... maybe he'll remember eventually......)

Waver shakes his head a bit, as if trying to shake off the hazy, sleepy feeling. ]

M'kay. You all done?

[ He really drank that whole pitcher... wow. ]

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias opens up Waver's coin purse once it's handed over, sifting through it to see what he's working with before beginning to pull out what's necessary to cover the drinks at first.]

I am! [Maybe. Probably. There's no guarantee he won't pop open a bottle of wine when he gets home. But for the sake of getting Waver home, he's going to be done for now.] I'll see to it that you get back home or, at the very least, that you are reunited with Iskandar.

[He starts pulling coins out for a tip now. Here's where Waver may object as Ozymandias chooses to be a very generous tipper.]

[tryhard]

[ Waver's counting the coins... sort of. He also didn't actually see the bill.

When they start seeming to be too many coins, his brows furrow. He reaches out to grab his coin purse back, misjudges the distance, and mostly just succeeds in smacking Ozman's wrist ineffectively. ]

Hey, I don't think it cost that much!

[fulgency]

You need to tip the waitress, Waver. [He pulls his wrist away and swats at Waver's hand.] Or do you want to communicate to her that she did a poor job of serving us tonight?

[tryhard]

Huh? Well, n-no, but...

[ Does he need to?? He doesn't really go to bars here... or like. at all. but he's also not used to tipping very much (or anything) depending on the situation back home either, and especially considering he's poor as fuck.

He actually has more money here than he had back home even before he spent it all (and then some) on chasing stupid dreams of the Grail.

Waver hesitates, taken aback. He's a little stingy maybe, but he doesn't want to be mean... ]

I guess... if it's customary...

[ good thing they didn't order food huh ]

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias gives it another second or two to be sure that Waver won't abruptly change his mind and remain so stingy. And... Well, it pains him to not be as generous as he so often tends to be, but it would be unfair to Waver to go completely against his wishes. He reaches a slight compromise and gives less in tip than he would prefer, but certainly not stiffing the poor woman either.]

There. [He hands the coin purse back to Waver.] You'll see I haven't left you a pauper from drink or tip.

[He slides out of the booth seat and offers a hand to Waver to help him up. Ozymandias isn't sure if he's got the physical coordination to get out without a little assistance, but probably better not to take any chances.]

[tryhard]

Hnn... okay...

[ It's unclear whether the response is to Ozymandias's reassurance about his money or his offered hand and indication that they should be making their way out. Either way, Waver pockets his coin purse, then scoots closer along the bench, and finally hauls himself up with a grunt. He grips the Pharaoh's hand with both of his own for leverage. Once standing he... doesn't let go.

He stands there, blinking slowly, as if trying to remember what the hell they were doing. Being upright feels a bit different from being sat down. A bit more... swaying. The world, that is. It's decided to wiggle, just a little, at the edges. ]

Oof...

[fulgency]

[Once Waver's on his feet, Ozymandias starts to pull his hand away only to stop when he realizes Waver hasn't made any motion to let go yet. With either hand. Thus, he remains still instead and places his free hand on Waver's shoulder.]

Can you walk?

[Ozymandias is beginning to doubt it.]