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[affablecharm]

[Wait, he was already done with his cocoa? Courfeyrac downed the rest of his so he was done too.... Even though he had half the mug left.]

I agree. Good men are the best kinds of men that exist. And you are near the top of that list for me.

[Teasing, but with a hint of truth to it.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Jehan is raising a brow at that a little. He hadn't meant that he had to finish too...

With a gesture, he pointed out that he had a bit of a chocolate mustache, then laughed softly.]

I am not. But out of curiosity, who does top that list for you?

[affablecharm]

[He just grinned and left the chocolate there for now.]

I don't think I've actually ever listed them out... So I'm not really sure. Probably some dead guy. Or Santa.

[laughingandlyric]

[Which just made Jehan laugh again, cheerfully.]

Some dead guy, or Santa? That is tough competition. The dead guy, especially. I should give up now; or just start giving you gifts every Christmas.

[affablecharm]

[He wipes the chocolate from his lip and grins a bit more.]

My vote is for the presents.

[laughingandlyric]

It would be.

[A fond roll of eyes and another nudge.]

I'll clean up. You can go upstairs and find pajamas for yourself. Third drawer.

[affablecharm]

You sure you don't need help cleaning up?

[A nudge back as he pushes himself away from the counter.]

I don't mind...

[laughingandlyric]

[A wrinkle of his nose, and he pushed himself up as well, to place a friendly kiss to his cheek.]

You keep forgetting. You're the guest. I'll clean, you lounge.

I can bring a snack up too if you want. Popcorn, or something?

[They were teenaged boys. Was there such thing as a pause in eating?]

[affablecharm]

Fine... Popcorn sounds great. I'll see you up there.

[You know he wouldn't say to more booze either... But he can already feel the first hitting him. Pressing a kiss to Jehan's cheek, he went to head upstairs and change into pajama pants at the very least.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Another wide smile.

If it was hitting him too, Jehan barely noticed. He'd never had a particularly great tolerance, and alcohol tended to make him giddy. So, if he was a bit more cheerful, and laughed easier? Pssh. It had nothing to do with the whiskey, right?

Putting in the popcorn (sweet begat salty!) to pop while he cleaned the dishes. He'd put them away after, returned the Bailey's to the fridge... then paused at the whiskey, realizing he hadn't offered him more, if he'd wanted it.

Well, he had two hands. Grabbing the popcorn with one and the drink with the other, he headed back upstairs.]

[affablecharm]

[By the time Jehan gets upstairs, Courf has changed into a pair of pajama pants that does an even worse job of hiding the problem that has only slightly gone away.

Laying on the bed as he was, it was impossible not to look at least a little provocative, even when that wasn't entirely his intention.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Jehan, as promised, was a lot better at control than his friend. He had staved off the majority of the problem, though as he hadn't 'excused himself', it still lingered along the peripheries, ready to... well.

Anyway, walking in on that certainly stopped him in his tracks a little. He was ungraceful by nature, and could play the slight trip and momentary, gawking stare off as being... himself. Himself on whiskey, even.

Oh. He hadn't gone for a shirt. And the outline of that problem was... particularly eye-catching, in his pajama bottom choice.

Wetting his lips and taking a deep breath, he held both items up.]

Delivery.

[And that said, went to put both items beside him on the night stand before promptly heading to get his own pajamas; if they were just wearing bottoms, then fine. He wouldn't look as good as Reynaud did, but then again, who did?]

[affablecharm]

[It was impossible to look anything but seductive with a problem and pajamas on. When Jehan entered the room, he shifted to sit up, hoping to better conceal what they both knew was there.

He still offered a small smile at Jehan as the popcorn and whiskey was set down next to him. Chewing on his lip, he snuck a few glances his way.]

My hero, thanks.

[laughingandlyric]

Just call me Odysseus.

[Quipped, finding a pair of bottoms he liked and pausing a moment before... well, what the heck.

He wasn't going to trek all the way back to the bathroom to change pants. It wasn't as if they didn't share a locker room, or hadn't just been trying to stick their hands down one another's trousers, anyway. While he was usually a little shier, that really... made it seem silly.

He'd blush only vaguely, and had the decency to shimmy behind the dresser a little to lop off his pants and socks, toss them haphazardly into his laundry bin, and pull on the new bottoms.]

Though, he's not my favourite hero...

[See? All very casual.

Orz.]

[affablecharm]

[And he'd do his best not to stare. Though he couldn't help but sneak a few peeks. Or several. He reached over and had a few pieces of the popcorn, trying to determine if he wanted some of the whiskey just yet, or if he wanted to wait.

He wet his lips a lite as he leaned back against the headboard.]

Who's your favorite?

[laughingandlyric]

Does Dante count? He's not the traditional, truly 'epic' mythological hero of Greek or Latin odes, but he was born from that legacy, and he hung out with Virgil. That has to count for something, right?

[Heading back over to the bed now to sit on the lip of it, and grab for some of that popcorn himself.]

[affablecharm]

[........... Courfeyrac just smiles and nods.] Sure, Dante can count. I have a feeling you'd argue me on it otherwise.

[He picks up the popcorn to make it easier for Jehan to reach, grabbing more for himself while he's at it.]

[laughingandlyric]

I would.

[He admitted, with a shy laugh, leaning back against the other boy to get comfortable.]

Thank you.

[affablecharm]

[Well that was more than welcome. He shifted to make it more comfortable for Jehan to lean against him as he picked at the popcorn.]

See, I do learn. You're welcome.

[laughingandlyric]

Never said you couldn't. You're wiser than you let on.

[Slumping comfortably and maybe tucking his head against Rey's shoulder, because it was there, and a good pillow.]

[affablecharm]

I'm not just a pretty face?

[He laughs and eats his popcorn, then holds one to Jehan's lips for him to eat.]

I'm touched.

[laughingandlyric]

No. Much more.

[Said, earnestly, even if Courfeyrac was joking.]

Even if you don't know it yourself.

[But taking that bite, thankyou!]

[affablecharm]

[That... caught him off guard. And it was, in fact, easier to pick up the whiskey as soon as Jehan ate that popcorn, than it was to reply. Drinking straight from the bottle, he wasn't able to drink much-- damn it burned-- but it was enough.]

Now who's the one being flattering?

[laughingandlyric]

I'm not flattering! Flattering implies you're amping up the compliment, or that you want something.

[He eyed him as he drank the whiskey, thinking that he somehow looked more handsome doing something mature like that. Even if it was unhealthy and slightly illegal. Maybe that made it only more attractive.]

I'm just being honest. ...Promise.

[A shrug, and he went to take the bottle form him, also to drink right from it.

...And made a face.]

[affablecharm]

[He laughed, mixed with a cough as the whiskey hit the back of his throat and burned pleasantly.]

I trust you.

[He hands the whiskey over, biting back a laugh as Jehan made a face.]

This is definitely better when mixed with something.