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text, un: Galvus

[garlean]

Why are you still here?

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Had you expected I would not be?

un: ladyoflight

[trueholy]

Emet-Selch? Are you free?

[unnecessaryflourishes]

And if I should happen to say no?

[trueholy]

Then I’ll take Hythlodaeus on the best date of his life.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

You would, wouldn't you.

Very well. I shall hear what it is you have to say.

[trueholy]

I’ll have you know I would treat him very well!

Though honestly, I wondered if you would be up to hearing out something? I’ve a precarious situation I’ve no idea what to do with.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

I never doubted as much.

[Which mostly only makes it all the more believable as a threat, joking or no.]

That said, I am willing to listen, yes.

text. | un: meowthdad

[kahunyaa]

[WRONG NUMBER TEXTING GET, though it's less a text and more a series of short videos.]

[All of really cute and weird looking little cats.]

[Enjoy Emet.]

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[unnecessaryflourishes]

[Those... sure are some cats, yep.]

While I cannot entirely say I don't appreciate seeing your... pets? neither can I help but feel this was meant for another.

[kahunyaa]

[Oh whoops.]

Ah, yeah, trying to lure my roommate back home for dinner. Sorry about that.

Enjoy the Meowths, I guess??

[unnecessaryflourishes]

That's hardly what I would consider a common method of doing so. Though if it should work as intended, I suppose it is not my place to argue.

[kahunyaa]

She responds really well to cats, I've learned.

And threats of me feeding her food to cats.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Ah, yes. I can see how that would be effective.

15th July

[filikos]

The frozen wind has had an effect on the usually jovial Hythlodaeus- he's shivering and broody, and though he tries to keep his own spirits up he finds his heart aches in ways he can't explain.

A few days in, he realises that he may very well be getting worse. This feels like a curse of some kind... he hears that people are working on a cure, but will it be ready in time? He finds he simply wants to be close to someone, and that someone is very obviously the one he's always loved- Emet-Selch.

Dragging himself out of his home and to where Emet-Selch lives is a chore, but he does it anyway. And when he opens the door, he simply wraps his arms around him with nary a word of explanation. He's still shivering, cold to the touch, but he notices that Emet-Selch isn't giving off much heat, either. Moving to clasp Emet-Selch's hands in his own, he looks up at him with a frown.

"You as well?"

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Emet-Selch is, to be quite honest, not having a much better time of it himself. True, he's never been terribly friendly even on the best of days (even if he's gotten better at making it seem like he is, over the long millennia of his life). But the chill that has only seemed entirely too prone to linger of late is not doing him any favors. Not least of all for the fact that he has never been really good at handling cold.

Needless to say, when he answers the door, he's in his Garlean form, rather than his original one. Not that it's helped, much to his annoyance, but at least the heavy layers of his imperial finery are better than suffering the cold in naught more than the robes he still sometimes prefers otherwise.

Still the unnatural chill to Hythlodaeus' hands is enough to pull him ever so slightly out of his foul mood.

"Unfortunately. Though would that you had been spared this chill, at least."

Even if Hythlodaeus has never quite shared his vehement distaste for the cold.

[filikos]

"Alas, I must suffer it too."

He leans back into Emet-Selch though, finding comfort in his presence.

"May I come in?" He really wouldn't want to be turned away right now. "I realise you are likely in no mood to entertain guests, but I will behave."

If only because he doesn't have the heart to get up to much in the way of antics. If Emet-Selch did turn him away he'd leave of course, perhaps choosing to curl up in bed and wait for this to pass or to reach a conclusion- but he doesn't think his oldest, dearest friend would ever ask him to leave like this. There's a reason Hythlodaeus is terribly in love, after all, and that is because Emet-Selch is nothing if not soft beneath his hard exterior. He cares more than most.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Care he most certainly does. Not that the urge to simply hermit himself away and be alone isn't stronger currently than it often is, but even cold and grouchy, it's Hythlodaeus who is asking. His oldest and dearest friend, caught in the grip of the very same thing which holds him in its icy grasp, and he could no sooner turn him away than he could stop breathing.

(Plus, it's hardly as if Hythlodaeus hasn't seen him at both his best and his worst.)

"Of course."

The usual flicker of a smile that might accompany his words is, admittedly, more a ghost than anything, fragile and fleeting against the cold. But it's there, though it might well be drowned out by something like worry as he gently wraps his arms around Hythlodaeus. Cold though they both are, it's not likely to help much, but it's still something. Proof that they are managing to some degree, for all that it seems more and more likely outside assistance may be required to shake the chill off once and for all.

"Though I cannot promise I will make for the best company, either."

[filikos]

"It matters not. 'Tis your company I need, no matter what form it may take."

He supposes they should get off the doorstep, so he takes his friend by the hand and guides him through to his bedroom. Once inside he kicks off his shoes and crawls into bed, before gesturing for Emet-Selch to join him.

"We will be warmer together."

And he's quite sure Hades won't mind if he makes himself at home. Shivering, he waits with the blankets open- but he manages a small smile, despite everything. Nothing cheers him up quite like being with Emet-Selch.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Unsurprisingly, Emet-Selch makes not even the slightest complaint about being led through to the bedroom. Not that there wouldn't be any of a number of places that could likewise serve, but even he is well aware that blankets will do the best at banishing as much of the cold as they are able to. And if that small smile makes another attempt to break through the grumpiness at Hythlodaeus' comment about needing his company, well. Perhaps it's still no surprise.

Still, were it not for the chill (and its effect on his mood), he might have had a half-amused comment about them sharing a bed. As it is, he simply nods, as he removes his own boots.

"That we will."

And once his boots are removed he wastes absolutely no time in sliding in next to Hythlodaeus. He's still too cold by half - they both are, really, even with the blanket's warmth - but there's no denying the soft sigh that escapes his lips as he curls in against Hythlodaeus. Nor the way he seems to almost relax, even despite the chill.

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[trueholy]

Hello.

I have been made aware that I’ve wandered off again.

But for good reason, I grew a treehouse.

You haven’t left on me, have you?

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[unnecessaryflourishes]

...A treehouse.

[He does not address whether or not he's left, as he figures his answer alone should suffice.]

[trueholy]

Would you like to see it?

[unnecessaryflourishes]

I suppose I may as well.

[trueholy]

You will stay for a while too, right?