fellas is it gay if you can magically read your best bros thoughts (OPEN)

[heerequeerandfulloffear]

Who: Rich and others
When: Morning and noonish, November 15
Where: Jeremy, Rich, and Michael's home
What: Rich and Jeremy's Bonding ceremony and celebration
Warnings: none



i. Bonding (Closed)

[Jeremy shows up at Rich's door bright and early the next morning. Despite how Rich claimed that suits weren't required, Jeremy still put together the nicest-looking thing in his wardrobe. His hair is slicked back, his skin is clearer than usual (where did he find concealer?), and he's used up a good chunk of his precious deodorant that he brought with him through the mirror.

The SQUIP had a lot of drawbacks, being an evil mind-controlling robot and all, but it taught Jeremy a valuable lesson: Jeremy cleans up good.

When Rich opens the door, Jeremy's waiting expectantly, hands behind his back and bouncing on his toes. It's clear that he's been there a while.]

You ready to go?


ii. Announcement (Open)

[To announce their Bond and to celebrate, Rich and Jeremy have opened the house up for any and everyone who wants to check it out--both quietly not mentioning how empty the space seems with Justine's recent disappearance. At Rich's suggestion, they've sent an open invitation out on the watch network to anyone who wants to drop by and offer congratulations.

Their budget isn't huge, but Jeremy's insistence on hospitality means that they've got enough finger food and drinks for people to try out. There's no alcohol.

Jeremy's still nervous even though the deed is done, so he's bustling around constantly to make sure that everything is perfectly neat, that they've got enough seats, and that nobody needs a refill. In his rush, bringing a hot tray of cookies from the oven straight onto a serving tray, he bumps into you. As he turns around to see who he's plowed over, he rushes to apologize. The niceties run into themselves before he even sees your face.]

Shoot--I'm sorry--thanks for coming!


iii. Wildcard (Open)

[Jeremy and Rich are both available to talk about their new bond with your character. Let me know if you want a specific situation!]

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

[Even if tonight's been a night of shocks and revelations, hidden depths and hidden sorrows revealed, Myr's known L long enough to feel like he's on steady ground with the detective--knows his patterns (the ones he's shown) and the way his (public) mind works.

So that hole where a plan should have been trips him, too.

Not so profoundly as it does the one who'd been staring down the end of his own life with those too-sunken eyes, but there is a palpable hitch in Myr's manner; he rocks back on his heels as if from a blow in perfect time to how L trails off.

They'd cut it so fine. Maker and Lady, too fine.

But let them not look too closely at that for now. Nor that third possibility Myr catches vague shadows of in regard to that particular night (his own recollections of what he'd done, where he'd gone after parting from L hazed yet with panic's aftermath--something he cannot worry over because doing so means remembering why he'd panicked).]

Ah, [a breath out of acknowledgment,] and I'd like to hear what you've found when you get to the bottom of it; if someone did push you, I've of course a vested interest in preventing it from happening again.

[A note of faint, recovered humor laces the words.] Though when you grow weary of the trail, intimus, [this one, or all the many others you're following,] and it grows dark once more, you might come back to me.

[There are other ways out, I promise you. I found them once.] I'll make time.

[hearthebell]

[There are glancing, tentative little flickers of insight into what L shows the world with his thought process... and what he chooses to guard and conceal more jealously. A Bond will inherently blur the line between those, and it's further complicated by the fact that he likes and trusts Myr to such an unprecedented and disarming degree.

What feels like a punch to the gut when his path ends so abruptly is something that Myr physically reels back from; that alone proves handily what L knew from their first conversation, that connection is not only possible between them but practically inevitable, Bonded or no.]

Yes... I might.

[Truly, he means it. Maybe even tonight, if he suspects for a moment that Myr has returned to someplace he can access the faun. He knows that the intentions of his Bonded are pure, but also that he is kind, and time is finite, and likely to go foremost to those who appear to be the most in need. No matter how dark it grows for L, he's determined that he will not need too openly and honestly.

Even though he perhaps could have benefitted to do so, tonight. Before things got so dire and desperate.]

I... think I'll know, if you return home. But don't rush any matter on my account; I'm likely to be out late, now that I can think clearly again.

[Thank you for that, my friend.]