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[hythlodaeus]

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"Oh? Yes, how can I help you?"

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text; backdated to 2/13

[amaure]

[He'd like to see him, but given the situation that he's in and where he is, he's going to keep this on the down low. For now.]

Hythlodaeus, while I am gladdened to know we are not finding ourselves separated so soon after our reunion, I cannot say I expected the two of us to wind up here—again, on my end.

You will have to forgive mine absence upon your arrival. This world has a habit of leaving one unconscious for an extended amount of time while allowing us to glean information from the world we've been stolen from. I have now awoken from that slumber, but I see that you and Dirk have had an encounter, so to speak.

I suppose I have a lot to explain to you.

voice to text; backdated to 2/13

[hythlodaeus]

I hardly know where to start, if I'm honest. There is much that I can guess about what has happened, yet much more I would prefer to hear from your own mouth.

Which, by the way, this device is quite capable of transmitting voice and image. So why are you sending me a message this way? I feel like you've left me a memo on my ice box about coming home late from work.

I assume you have your reasons, which is why I'm not immediately calling you.

[amaure]

I am well aware of what this device is capable of, I have spent the better part of two summers here. With that said, I do have a reason I am using this manner of correspondence, surely you are clever enough to surmise why.

If you truly wish to hear it from my mouth directly, then I can potentially make that possible soon. I simply must settle some matters on my end ere I am fully available.

[hythlodaeus]

Very well.

You're with him, that man that keeps you. Yet you wish to communicate surreptitiously. So he cannot see you, but he can hear you.

Yet how am I to know 'tis truly you? Take a picture for me. Show me that handsome face of yours. It has been much too long, again.

[amaure]

[That's partially accurate, by now he's gone off to the showers, taking this time to check on the network and contact Hythlodaeus. The ones who might hear him are less consequential, but he still values his privacy.]

"That man who keeps you", forgive me, but what? He does not "keep" anything. I simply became comatose and he tended to me.

I will send you a picture, but you may not expect what you see.

[Sure enough, he sends him a picture of himself, his hair is wet but decidedly more brown than white. Certainly a different cut than Hythlodaeus is used to. His features (for the most part, he's just a little aged) and eyes, however, are exactly what Hythlodaeus knows so well.

Curiously, there seems to be some telling marks upon his neck. Anyone with a single brain cell can likely put together what that's from. It's certainly not from him sleeping for a week.]

Satisfied?

[hythlodaeus]

[ This photo is actually rather shocking!! He looks so much more ragged than he did last he saw him. And also the brown hair? The bite marks? What to comment upon first? Or perhaps he'll hold his commentary. It wouldn't do to irritate him into closing this line of communication for however long...]

[But holy hell. His reply comes after a moment.]

He keeps you from calling me.

You've washed, I'm jealous. Out here in the snow covered forests, I wouldn't dare.

Show me more.

[amaure]

[Emet frowns at that first part.]

He isn't the problem, I'm not somewhere private at the moment and I wish not to share my personal conversations with an audience.

Why are you out in the snow? You should have reached Cherrygrove by now, yes?

[But as asked, he takes another photo of himself. Showing off his chest and toned stomach.

...more marks.]

[hythlodaeus]

We had, and now we must press on to the next city. This time, at least, I've invested in a tent. I think breakfast will soon be made, but I am in no hurry for gruel.

You're being a tease. Show me more. Give me something to heat my blood through the icy trials that await me.

nsfw

[amaure]

Gruel? Does none of your companions know how to cook? What a terrible burden you must bear. I cannot say I have ever known such torment.

[He does not comment on this picture nor Hythlodaeus' request. He merely sends an image of his flaccid cock in his hand. At least besides the "carpet", everything is as it should be.]

2/25 after the contest festivities

[amaure]

It wasn't easy to track down Dirk, not after their little tiff. Physically nor emotionally, though Emet had hope that things wouldbe all right, even if only because Dirk laid down such implication via invitation to try speaking with him later. There's a part of Emet that feels guilty for enjoying that dance with Hythlodaeus, for being so publicly open withhis affections after that display with Dirk, but another part of him also feels justified.

Hythlodaeus appreciated him where Dirk refused to, and while such petty distinctions ordinarily wouldn't bother him, it certainly did tonight.

All the same, he did his part in finding Dirk, who had seemed even more riled (in his own Dirk way) than when they parted. It's subtle, and perhaps the feeling might be paranoia, rare though it is that he falls victim to that. At least he agreed to talk in private in one of the rooms, but as Dirk couldn't hold back mentioning his unwillingness to fuck Emet in his "dress", Emet was unwilling to hold back an eyeroll.

Otherwise, the walk is silent on Emet's end as they make their way to the room, through this extravagant house that was honestly as tasteless as it was ostentatious. At least by his measure.

Once at the door, Emet knocks--which probably seems pretty suspect, but hey, he wants to make sure it's the right room. He really does not need to make this night worse by walking in on, say, Steven fornicating with Thace, thank you very much!

[uber_marionettist]

There has definitely been a shift in Dirk's perspective since he and Emet went their own ways. Emet has no way of knowing about the edifying chat he had with Dave--not unless Elidibus saw fit to break confidence, which would have been pretty fucking rude considering he was reading the whole thing over Dave's shoulder and wasn't part of the conversation to begin with.

He's quiet, if (predictably) snarky about it, but it seems absurd to him that they would be in search of one particular room unless Emet has some kind of plan about him, so his comment seems to him well-warranted. After that, though, he mostly keeps his thoughts to himself while they wend their way to a specific room. And he doesn't wait for anyone to answer Emet's knock. He just grabs the doorknob and lets himself in.

[hythlodaeus]

Hythlodaeus is just on the bed, removing a heel and rubbing the indents in his skin out. He switches feet, unbuckling the three inch heel, his gathered skirts cascading around his exposed leg.

"Welcome, boys," he says with a twitch to the corner of his lips. He raises his brows in acknowledgment of them as he finger combs his updo out, pulling his lavender locks out past his shoulders.

"Lovely room, is it not? Plenty of room for all of us," he says as he finally removes the second heel. He's meandering, really, as he levels his gaze on the others.

[amaure]

Well, this room's a pleasant surprise considering what it very well could have been. It's at least something not likely to make Dirk flounce.

"Indeed. I had worried you might have picked one of the more...eccentric ones."

After all, Hythlodaeus has a taste for the odd, but he also has a love for elegance, it was merely a matter of what would win out, and he's quite glad it was the latter. As he walks in, he looks from Hythlodaeus to Dirk, offering him a soft smile.

"I believe if we are to make any headway in this complex situation we are in, we ought to do so with all of us present. Do you not agree?"

[uber_marionettist]

To another, lesser Dirk, perhaps. This would be a lot. Like, a lot. The obvious invitational, the trappings, the dresses...

This Dirk doesn't miss a beat.

"If y'all want me to officiate your wedding, you should have just said so."

[hythlodaeus]

While no longer culturally relevant, Hythlodaues still knows what a wedding is. His reply is instantaneous.

"I haven't even composed a guest list, much less the seating. Please, let us worry about one item at a time."

He reaches back, in search of his zipper, and finds it easily enough.

"I was quite taken with the dolphin one, though if I'm honest, reminded me a bit too much of sharks."

[amaure]

Hythlodaeus beats Emet to the witty comeback, and just instead sighs with a shake of his head at Dirk. This isn't about that, and it feels more like he's dodging the purpose of why they're here by derailing it with such ridiculous accusations.

At the mention of sharks, however, Emet looks to Hythlodaeus with a smirk.

"Well, you should steer clear of water Pokémon, you may not like what you will find."

As he says this, he shrugs his furred coat-like layer of his outfit off, folding it neatly before placing it over the back of a chair. His shoulders and arms now completely exposed, though he still has his gloves on. This likely doesn't help the whole dress matter, but it's fine.

"But yes, let us worry about the issue at hand, shall we?" He looks back at Dirk somewhat expectantly.

[uber_marionettist]

Emet closes the door behind them, which is a completely sane and normal thing to do in the context of a personal and preferably private conversation, but combined with his phrasing... the prickle of paranoia creeps up Dirk's spine.

Why does this feel like a cross-examination? He's on trial here. He can feel it.

"You mean me," he corrects, placing one hand on his hip with firmly casual aplomb, the better to gesture freely with the other.

He's taking note of the shark... phobia? For later reference.

"I've had plenty of time to think about this whole thing, but it's pretty obvious who the odd guy out is now. You were hoping I'd adjust to fit, but you should've known by now that it wasn't going to happen. I don't work like that. I don't like it either, but testing me like that was bound to fail and now you've hurt yourself with it."

A glance at Hythlodaeus.

"I don't know if you're up to speed on this or not. I'd say I'm sorry if either of us misled you, but frankly I don't see how you're going to lose this one. So you won't mind if I hold my conciliatory gestures for the end."

Action;

[amaure]

[Needless to say the news of Aymeric's disappearance motivates Hades to seek out Hythlodaeus. First checking the 'Gear to make sure he's here still, but then he sets out to find him on the ranch. Whatever it is he might be up to (tending to Pokémon, cooking, even relaxing reading a book) Hades will be taking it upon himself to interrupt him. His hands smoothing over slender shoulders as he places a kiss on his neck, keeping his face there a moment as he enjoys his presence...

A luxury afforded him by this ridiculous world. He doesn't speak, nor does he move. He only appreciates, silently and lovingly.]

[hythlodaeus]

[He catches him in the kitchen, dressed in a simple loose fitting tee and a skirt, an apron around his neck and tied at his waist. He was in the middle of rolling out little flat breads, immersed in his work and slightly oblivious to the world outside of the feel of the dough and sound the radio playing.]

[So he startles only slightly as Hades makes himself known. Of course it was unusual for him to be quiet. He tumbles this around as he considers him for a moment. His lips curl as he peeks over his shoulder.]

...Hades, you should have called. I would have made a few more.

[amaure]

[He breathes a warm huff against his skin in reply, but then pulls back to regard the flat breads for a moment. His hands slipping down to settle on Hythlodaeus' biceps with an affectionate squeeze.]

I'll survive somehow.

[Then he releases him, taking a few steps away to give him adequate room to continue his work as he turns his gaze to him. He leans his hip against the counter, crossing his arms as he watches him, affection deep within those yellow eyes of his.]

[hythlodaeus]

[He's clearly in some kind of mood. Now whether he'll be forthright with it or... He gazes at him for moment.]

Feeling sentimental?

[He pats his hands on his apron and sighs. It wasn't as if Hades was utterly immune to random bouts of emotion, but it did usually need a trigger.]

[amaure]

[He frowns.]

Is that a problem? Is it disturbing your baking? Perhaps I should return to Goldenrod...

[Clearly something did trigger it, because not only is he sentimental, he's clearly sensitive.]

[hythlodaeus]

Oh come now, what's the matter?

[He approaches him with a sly grin, placing his floured hands on his chest, leaving prints.]

Stay. I'll share my bread with you. Get comfortable.

[amaure]

[He jolts when Hythlodaeus places flour on his expensive fur-trimmed black coat. Grabbing his wrists and pulling them back as he assesses the "damage" with a grimace.

Ugh, yeah there's no leaving like this, not if he doesn't want to draw attention to himself with these white hand prints. And there's certainly no way he's traversing the cold without it.]

...Fine. But I do not need you powdering me. You do realize how gruelling it is to get this out of the fibers, yes?

[With that, he releases his wrists and makes his way to the table to have a seat. Waving for one of the Yamask to make him a cup of coffee.]

[hythlodaeus]

[Hythlodaeus giggles, following him to perch his butt against the table. He wins this round, admiring the look of his own hands having copped a feel over Emet-Selch's broad chest.]

Oh, surely one of your little creatures can simplify the task for you.

[He watches the yamask for a moment, then returns to his work with the dough. Maybe he'll feel better if he can just watch him without interference.]

What have you been up to? Making mischief for the locals?