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[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.

[laughingandlyric]

Everything's better with chocolate. But wow. That's intense.

[And he's handing it right back. Because bleh.]

Are you sleepy at all?

[affablecharm]

Mmmm... So next time, lots more chocolate.

[Another swig as soon as he has it back.]

I'm honestly not, but if you are, I don't mind laying down.

[laughingandlyric]

Next time?

[And that is a pointed glance at you, de Courfeyrac.

He's wondering if that was a slip of the tongue or not.

'Next time we dance, I come home with you, we get half-naked, and need cocoa to cover up our stolen alcoholic beverages'? ...Not that he minded.]

No, not sleepy, just warm. I'm fine like this; you're a good pillow.

[affablecharm]

Next time we decide to have whiskey.

[Honestly, Prouvaire, you over thought that way too much. But yes, perhaps there would be a next time for that too. He takes another swig of the whiskey and sets it aside before reaching for the popcorn.]

Am I? You'll have to find reasons to lay on me more often, then.

[laughingandlyric]

[PRobably so. But again, the whole dating thing. And that he would like to with someone. And Rey happens to be someone, who is half naked, and in his bed. He's allowed, when tipsy, to over-think it.]

I don't usually decide to have whiskey. As you have guessed, it's icky.

[An affectionate roll of eyes.]

Yeah, I think I'll pass on that and stick to real pillows after tonight; but thanks.

[affablecharm]

Icky?

[He laughs and wraps his arm around Jehan's waist, shaking his head.]

Now you're just wounding me with your harsh words.

[laughingandlyric]

You're offended by my feelings on whiskey? Or my feelings on pillows?

[Sticking his tongue out yet again.

Because he is the most mature.]

[affablecharm]

Your feelings on pillows. I find your feelings on whiskey amusing, that's all.

[.... Please... That really just makes him want to kiss you again.]

[laughingandlyric]

Mn, well get back to me when you're made of silk and filled with fluff. Then you can compete.

[...He'd really like to reciprocate that kissing. But he figures he's been creepy enough for one night.

You know what totally does not help, in situations like this? Pointing out that you are not creepy, and aren't that into the other person, in an effort to seem detached.

Because that totally worked when he hadn't wanted to dance, right?

In other words, if they were being celibate due to a difference in moralistic opinion... they might as well gossip.]

Do you know Feuilly? In senior year? Now he, I'm pretty sure, is made of silk and fluff. Completely gorgeous.

[affablecharm]

That's a little weird, but sure thing.

[Jehan's hardly been creepy at all.

But detachment doesn't work on Courfeyrac. He makes a face at bringing up Feuilly. Sure, the guy was nice looking but...]

You should ask my sister... I think she's been trying to get him for a while now.

[.... No, that was not a jealous quip at all.]

[laughingandlyric]

It's metaphor. Please try not to actually get turned into a real pillow, thanks.

[Shifting, and giving him a brief, curious look.]

Has she...?

[Well, he's probably not into guys, but that's a little bit of a frown all the same.]

I don't blame her, really. He might actually be the best looking guy in school. Smart, to boot. Your sister has good taste.

[affablecharm]

I promise I won't go and try to get turned into a pillow.

[And... Okay, so he feels a little bad about mentioning his sister's thing for Feuilly, but...

Wait, no. No he doesn't, not with Jehan going on about how he's the best looking guy in school and smart.]

Yeah, well... He doesn't notice anything outside of schoolwork, so. She has pretty crappy taste.

[laughingandlyric]

Thank you.

[Sitting up a little then and lightly going on the defensive, because hey. That's his taste, too.]

But that's so admirable. It's kind of hot, to be so focused and driven. He's super intelligent... and his good-looks are effortless, he doesn't even try. He's not a flirt about it, either.

He just seems so... you know. Mature. I think your sister has great taste.