come_sailaway | JUNE EVENT: CAMP

early on June 10th, Friday's morning announcements end with a request for everyone going on the latest excursion to meet her in the atrium. she seems in noticeably better spirits than she had been last time, and she leads them cheerfully to the tender. once they are all aboard, and the door is securely shut, the interior fills with gas, and, perhaps, their last thought before they slip into unconsciousness is "oh shit, not again."

passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?

or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:

CAMP AION

when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.

welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!

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[Ebalon is trying to be romantic back! Isn't that how it works? That's how it works!! He knows things because he saw them in a book or something. Romance isn't dead, it's just being engaged in by two eldritch idiots.]

Is that not appropriate? [Ebalon that's not the point.] I thought it might be romantic to do so. Did I misunderstand?

N-no, it is romantic, just... You know, with our positions, it's more embarrassing if you feed me than the other way around.

[ Is that true? It's probably not true. Mizuki is most likely just making shit up because he's already embarrassed just thinking about it. ]

I see.

[He does not.]

Well, it is up to you, after all. My hands are occupied, [around Mizuki's waist,] so I won't be able to make anything myself, huhu. I'll sit back and allow you to pamper me, if that's what you wish.

Well, you do deserve to be pampered~. Besides, I think this is fun. [ It's… not cooking, really, but it almost is, if you think about it. S'mores are like the sandwiches of the sweet realm. Maybe someday he'll get his hands on some fish and cook something proper. He settles another marshmellow onto the stick and holds it out to the fire. ]

It's a nice break from everything, anyway. I mean, you know, 'cause... [ He waves around the camp. ] Obviously this is going... well enough, but... [ … ] When I'm with you like this, everything else seems so distant.

I feel the same way. I often find myself distracted around you. ...with you.

[Everything else seems so distant, indeed. He can't focus on much else other than the fact that he wants to hold Mizuki close ~~and hiss like a protective cat whenever someone else gets too near~~ and take him back to Elrios. It's... pretty bad, actually. He doesn't care to know how unhealthy that is (he is not listening to criticism at this time).

His grip on Mizuki tightens, just a bit.]

Huhu, you make it difficult to think. I do like it when you're the only thing on my mind, though.

[ Ebalon, please realize this is a problem.

Someone might just have to come slap him on the head for saying that, but it's not Mizuki. He has a bit of a dreamy look in his eyes, actually, only vaguely paying attention to the marshmallow as it browns against the flames. This is clearly on Mizuki for writing a poem that stated he wanted to live in Ebalon's mind and heart. He's at least happy with this arrangement, reaching his free hand to settle over one of Ebalon's. ]

Well, I'm certainly comfortable there, too. And I certainly think of you a fair amount, too… But I do have quite a bit going through my mind, usually. [ Seaborn shit, sure, but also just… general nonsense. If his brain isn't filled with a hundred voices at any given time, it's because he's asleep or dead. ] Though, I suppose my immediate thought is that I love you~.

[He will not, though it's very kind of you to offer!

Teasingly, he responds with,]

Incredible. You love me? I would have never known otherwise... [Not like he had Mizuki figured out a long time ago. Not like they're dating.] I love you, my dear. Did you know that, or shall I make it more obvious?

[Y'all, there are people around? There are people around and they can hear you.]

[ Mizuki feigns a gasp, mustering up the most overdramatic look of shock. ]

You love me?! Why, Ebalon, I ain’t ever heard them words out your mouth before. How am I supposed to believe you now??? [ A giggle. He can’t help it, he has to break character a little. ] For shame. If we both love each other, what’s supposed to happen next? I think one of us is gonna have to change.

[The country accent gets him right in the heart, hello? Ugh...]

Is that how it works? I believe when two people love each other, they're supposed to kiss.

[Ew.]

[ Well, it’ll occasionally come out. It comes with dating someone who’s literally from the sticks. Even if he does usually speak “more proper”. For now, he drills the marshmallow stick into the ground so he can more easily face Ebalon. ]

And now he's tryna solicit me for kisses! The scandal! [ He taps his lips for a moment. ] Though, I do suppose I am a sucker for his kind face. Maybe I wouldn’t mind if he gave me one~?

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[If that marshmallow catches fire that's between it and Henir.]

My! Solicit you for kisses? No, not at all. I'd never do something like that. [Except he totally would, and in fact he nuzzles their noses together for a half-second before tilting his head down and stealing a kiss. Gross.]

[ Look, it's fine. They can just get another one! That marshmallow and live in the flames and die gooey or whatever. Mizuki isn't concerned. He's way more interested in these kisses, actually. Of which, he absolutely steals another, brushing some of the hair out of Ebalon's face with a cheeky grin. Everyone will just have to deal with this being in front of their ~~salads~~ s'mores, honestly, because Mizuki's having such a good time. ]

You're just a terrible influence, my love. Asking for something as vulgar as kisses... next you're gonna want to hold my hand or something.

I'm scandalized that you'd say such a thing!

[In mock-offense, Ebalon puts his hand up to his chest and huffs like one of those widows on TV who is Super Offended that she got accused of murdering her husband, except he doesn't know that those types of shows exist so it's purely coincidental. Look at him, figuring out humour, way to go buddy.]

...I would kiss the back of your hand before holding it, like a gentleman.

[ Mizuki laughs cheerfully, immediately nuzzling his face into Ebalon's shoulder. He was getting weirdly existential before, but now his silly boyfriend so easily managed to knock him from that funk? Mizuki can't help but wonder how someone can be this perfect. Truly, it's unfair. Who gave him the good boyfriend juice? ]

I love you, you dork. I hope you continue holding my hand forever, okay~?

[Literally who the fuck let Ebalon be good at the boyfriend thing when he can't fucking do anything else.]

I can do that for you.

[Ebalon picks up Mizuki's hand at that, and as he said he would, gently kisses the back of it before twining their fingers together with a hum.

At this point he has literally no idea that everyone else has left them to be disgusting on their own time. Bye guys.]

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