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[Waver embarrasses so easily. He's not at all convincing in his casual attempts at brushing off being called out for his clumsiness, but there is something charming about it all the same. Ozymandias watches him regain his composure to the best of his ability and take his turn.]

You seem to be taking this quite seriously, [Ozymandias observes as he considers his next move.]

Oh, no, sir.

[ Waver can't keep a straight face after all. His lips (and ears) twitch, the embarrassment fading as quickly as it came in the wake of his smugness over how pleased he was with the hand of cards he was able to play.

He peers over at Ozymandias through his lashes, managing not to outright smile, but only barely. ]

I wouldn't dare take a game with a king in any way that could be construed as unseriously.

[He pauses for a moment, looking up from his hand with a raised eyebrow.]

You are full of it, Waver Velvet...

[Ozymandias shakes his head a little, but his smile is one of amusement. As much of a stick in the mud as Waver tends to be sober, it seems he is equally a fool with enough wine in him. Perhaps "charming" is the incorrect word and endearing is more accurate.]

[Ozymandias plays a series of cards from his hand and sits back.]

[ Waver grins like a buffoon, absolutely unapologetic over his joke. Or whatever it was supposed to be.

That grin, however... slides right off his face when he flips Ozymandias's cards for the round, then his. ]

...hey.

[ Waver's head snaps up, mouth half-open with disbelief, his tone an accusatory whine. ]

How the hell'd you manage that?

[Ozymandias merely laughs at Waver's upset and whining.]

You find it impossible that I might be skilled at a game I taught you to play?

It's not that! I just--

[ He stares down at the cards again, taken aback. But he'd had such a good hand! The chances had been so good for him to win, and the chances that Ozymandias had something better at the end were so low! This is ridiculous this can't be legal call the police!! ]

You just got lucky. Hmph.

[ So much for accepting defeat gracefully...

Waver stares at the remaining two cards in his hand. There's no coming back from this with what's left.

With a sigh, he throws them down. ]

[As Waver tries to process what just happened and how it just happened, Ozymandias picks up his glass of wine and has another sip. His smile at this point in time could quite easily be categorized as a shit-eating grin.]

At least you have the good sense to know when to surrender, [he says as Waver tosses his remaining cards.] I'd hate to drag this out longer for your sake.

But don't you think you're being a bit of a sore loser?

[All this rude talk of Ozymandias only winning because of luck! How dare?]

I am not. You're just gloating unnecessarily to be mean to me!

[ Waver shoots back, unconvincing and red in the face. ]

Fiiine. You win! There, I said it -- is that what you wanted?

[ And he... actually... sticks his tongue out......

never give him booze ever again. ]

Edited 2020-04-13 23:53 (UTC)

[It is perhaps a bit of a mean thing to laugh at Waver claiming that Ozymandias is gloating, but Ozymandias does not hesitate in his laughter. His laughter only increases as Waver sticks out his tongue like the mature adult that he is. If only Waver could be this authentic even when sober! How entertaining things would be!]

Stick that out at me again and I shall relieve you of it, [he warns, not an ounce of seriousness behind it. He gestures with a wave of his hand.] Come here.

No, you won't!

[ Waver shoots back immediately, pointing out the obvious with the sort of confidence only a very drunk man can achieve.

But, after a moment, he scoots over. Finding the cards in the way, Waver pushes them aside now that their formation doesn't matter, creating himself a shortcut because he can't be bothered to go around. ]

See?

[ And he sticks his tongue out again around a smirk. ]

[Ozymandias does not hesitate to grab Waver's tongue directly between his forefinger and thumb once he's made the decision to stick it out at Ozymandias again. He did warn him that he would lose it.]

Oh ho! I do not take you to be a fool, Waver. You would not dare test my word or patience. So, I can only assume that you are offering this willingly to Pharaoh to do with as he pleases.

Hwaah?!

[ WELL SHIT. Ozymandias has spectacularly called -- and caught -- his bluff, hasn't he?

Waver's eyes go wide in shock, finding himself suddenly thus captured, in a way he'd foolishly assumed completely improbable and difficult to achieve. He hadn't expected Ozymandias's reflexes to be so good! ...though considering his own impaired reflexes and even more impaired judgement, anyone else could have easily told him that'd be the case. ]

'et gghow...!

[ Waver whines, though he doesn't try to pull back or push Ozymandias off of him -- probably because his last attempt at bravado ended up like this. Or... something like that. Maybe he's just not that inclined to fight against a turn of events that suddenly have his fuzzy thoughts grinding to an even more stark halt as something in the back of his lizard (dog?) brain takes stock of this situation in an entirely different light. One that has him hyper-aware of Ozymandias's taste and scent suddenly, tongue twitching against his fingers.

Instead, he's taken to making sad noises and big puppy eyes at Ozymandias, damp breath spilling across his hand. ]

Haaah...

Edited 2020-05-06 01:12 (UTC)

What's this? An attempt at an appeal? Ha! [Ozymandias does not make this more uncomfortable for Waver at the very least, but neither is he particularly swayed by Waver's sad eyes. He would not be much of a king if he were so easily persuaded into mercy.] I told you what the consequences would be, did I not?

[With his free hand, he picks up his wine glass once more and takes a sip.]

But I shall be fair. Promise me better behavior than this, and I might consider releasing you.

[ Well, now he's just being mean. Waver's whining rises in pitch, annoyed, and instead of making promises (how can he, anyway??) he tries to gnaw (gently) on Ozymandias's fingers.

Meanwhile, he seems to have remembered he has hands. One of them finally grabs the pharaoh's wrist, brows furrowing into a scowl. ]

[Ozymandias has never been mean a day in his life?? Stop this slander.]

You're not making a particularly convincing argument, [he comments, still undeterred even as Waver grabs his wrist. And really, if anything, Waver is making it worse. He's making it into a battle of wills by trying to gnaw on Ozymandias' fingers like that.]

[ Oh, no. That didn't help at all. And Waver doesn't actually want to bite hard enough to hurt him, and he's not strong enough (or coordinated enough at the moment...) to push him off without hurting himself.

Worse still, he's starting to... well. drool. side-effect of having his mouth open around something, unfortunately, and an incredibly embarrassing and distressing one at that.

Waver stops biting, and starts gently pulling back instead, panting. It's starting to get very distracting. Especially in the pants-area. Whoops. ]

That's better. [Ozymandias allows Waver to pull back some now that he's stopped trying to bite, but he doesn't let go just yet. He doesn't trust that he's entirely won just yet considering how quickly and easily Waver can get a second wind to him with the slightest provocation. Needless to say, Ozymandias' attention has not turned to Waver's increasing discomfort yet.] Are you ready to start minding yourself?

Hheah...

[ Waver grunts in answer, maybe a positive one. He's let go of Ozymandias too by now, sitting on his knees nearly amidst the pile of snacks (his tail is getting fur on the grapes, probably), with his hands surreptitiously over his lap. The flush isn't as easy to hide. This is. very confusing. What the fuck??

Waver lowers his eyes -- and his ears -- feeling very awkward. ]

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