come_sailaway | ☽ Poor unfortunate souls in pain, in need

Most other people do not wish to—

[He starts, and then Mizuki says that and it registers a beat or two too late. Ebalon blinks stupidly at him. What was that about not doing dangerous things to cope with emotions?

He can't say he's not interested, though. He really had enjoyed fighting at Mizuki's side and slaughtering everything in their way together. More than that, Mizuki's combat abilities have always interested him, and Ebalon himself is always wanted to experience them more for himself... Always looking for a fight that's good and fun and not boring...]

Very well, huhu. I accept. I should be able to keep both of us alive, so we can go all out if you'd like. I do so wish to see more of what you're capable of.

[ Sparring is very explicitly not dangerous. The whole point of it is to let out some of that energy and pent of feeling with someone who cares about you and doesn’t actually want to see you get hurt. Or, at least the latter half. He supposes “caring about someone” isn’t a prerequisite for sparring, but it’s certainly preferred. But it’s the sort of thing he would do with other Operators at Rhodes Island pretty frequently. It helped them keep in peak form and such, apparently. Mizuki never quite understood that part, since he was always prepared for a fight without any training.

Seaborn side effects, probably. ]

“All out,” huh? I wouldn’t want to hurt you, but I’ll certainly put my best foot forward to be a challenge. I think it’ll be fun.

I don't wish to hurt you either, but injuries do happen in sparring matches.

[Something Mizuki surely already knows, and something Ebalon is certainly aware of, though he never went all-out on the Masters in particular because he was trying to act weak. Still, there have been several moments in the past where Gaia has clipped him with a boulder or Solace has scorched him with a sunbeam.]

Though, we can't do this out on one of the decks because someone will inevitably get angry with me. [Ebalon is a little salty. He can't even pull out his staff in public without people screaming that he's going to kill someone!] Why don't we take it to the compass? We can move aside all the furniture and sequester it behind a barrier, and head to the upper platforms, perhaps.

[Denif's compass is technically a boss arena so—]

I think maybe a handful of people might? [ Natsuno and Clarke come to mind. ] But I don't think everyone will. A lot of people, I think, understand that sparring is not only important for keeping your skills sharp, but getting out your frustration. I mean, that stuff is pretty common on Terra, so I don't see why the other worlds wouldn't have something similar…

Not that I'm opposed to fighting in the compass, anyway! I just wouldn't want to accidentally break something in there.

I don't need that handful of people coming to interrupt. I'm already irate with those people in particular.

[He knows exactly who is meant by "some people" and, considering the number of fights he's started this month already ~~offscreen~~ he doesn't think he has much of a leg to stand on if he says "no no this is for fun".]

I don't think you could break anything within Master Denif's dimension. He regularly conducted trainings in there. As I said, we'll simply go to the upper platforms and push everything else aside to be left in a barrier.

[The things in the compass may not regenerate, but Ebalon's pretty sure everything will be fine. Denif has literally thrown icicle-nukes at people in there and no platforms shattered, so.]

Well, I'm all for it, in that case, buuuuuut… you need to eat first! Also, maybe a nap? Those are more important. Would you like me to go get some food to bring back to you? Or would you rather sleep first?

I'm not particularly tired...

[Ebalon. Buddy. Dude.]

I suppose eating is in order, then. [You suppose?] Give me a moment to untangle myself from the sheets.

[It takes him two entire minutes because he has tornadoed the blankets and turned into a fucking cocoon. Out of said cocoon does not emerge a beautiful butterfly, but rather a rat bastard.]

[ Just because he’s not a butterfly, doesn’t make him not beautiful. Quite the opposite! Mizuki thinks he’s the prettiest damn thing, actually. His exit from his blanket prison isn’t graceful, but Mizuki finds it cute that even someone as princely as Ebalon can lose that grace he has in moments like this. And somehow, to him, that’s all the more charming.

Food and fights can be postponed for a moment. Mizuki just wants to smother his stupid boyfriend in kisses for a bit. He’s too cute not to. So he does, crawling forward to tangle himself with Ebalon instead and giving him a handful of light pecks against his cheeks and lips. ]

[Heyyyy wait this is not food—

Ebalon, ever-eager to have Mizuki's full attention after what was apparently two whole days apart (despicable), returns said light pecks, though they become... not light after a moment. Not unchaste, but they do linger longer than a few seconds at times.]

My, are you my meal? I'll gladly partake if so.

[Ebalon, no—]

[ The lingering smooches are more than welcome, though he does pull away just in case before it progresses too much. Because, you know, he is serious about getting Ebalon something to eat! Despite how much he wants to indulge in whatever affection he can — he's practically starved of it! Two days! without even a hug from someone! Clearly, he's withering away. ]

No, no, I just couldn't help myself. You're so cute, it's hard not to cover you in kisses. [ Gay. ] If we're going to spar, you need to have quite a bit, I think. You know, so you'll keep your energy up.

I understand, [he says, and yet he's still trying to be all the fuck over Mizuki, kissing his cheeks and forehead and his shoulders as the jellyfish retreats.] We can go get something from the dining hall. I reason that'll be easiest and most filling.

[Kisskisskisskisskiss— okay. Nope, he's good. He's good now he's good he's getting up.]

[ Well, he can get his affection in now, before they're slapping each other in the compass later, he supposes.

But, for now, he guides Ebalon to the dining hall so the two of them can have their fill. He wants to make sure that Ebalon has something on his stomach. And if Mizuki ends up just getting both of them the same meal, then who's to say that's weird? Not Mizuki, that's for sure. They should eat the same stuff. After all, if they share the same nutrients constantly, then maybe someday they'll just actually be the same person!

…

Once finished, and once he's taking his love back to his cabin, he has to quickly check and make sure he's not tired (he really should sleep), but figures that, if nothing else, he can sleep after he wears himself out. Who knows, maybe Mizuki will need a nap then, too? ]

[Ebalon, who has not slept or eaten in two days, does not want to sleep. Eating, though... he's apparently hungry, because he very unsubtly gorges himself on food. Eating the same thing as your partner is Not Weird, he's pretty sure couples order the same stuff all the time! That's like, totally standard. It's not weird to want to become one with your boyfriend. :)

Ebalon will probably pass the fuck out after some of this stress relief is over and done with. ~~It really is too bad that this is only gonna tide him over for a month.~~

As soon as they're back in the cabin, he makes his way toward the bed, which has been freshly-made with his documents put neatly on his desk since they left. The compass normally stays in his pocket, and he's sure to summon them into it in a way that'll make the compass drop onto his pillow, as always.

Cue thirty minutes of shuffling furniture out of the way, putting shields on all of it, and heading to the upper platforms...]

Are there any particular rules you want us to have before we start?

[ Don’t worry, Mizuki plans to force Ebalon to rest after this, for sure. Mizuki helps with the furniture, and then postures himself on the platform and twirls his umbrella around happily. He kind of feels like he’s in a legit boss battle right about now?! How exciting. ]

Hmm… I don’t know think so? Um, I guess, don’t worry about going easy on me. I’m much sturdier than I might look~! Oh, and, umm… this probably doesn’t need to be said, but if you could avoid hitting my neck, I’d appreciate it…

Naturally. I wouldn't dare go for anything vital to begin with.

[Necks are fragile.

That said, Ebalon stands there for a moment, looks Mizuki over, looks around the compass... and then decides he's going to shed this mortal form and be in his main one, because man. He's tired of this disguise, and it would be more fun to go hand-to-hand with Mizuki rather than rely entirely on magic.

By the time his own thick tentacles are beginning to unfurl and reach across the platform, he's already making "come at me" motions at Mizuki, wearing a much more serious expression all of a sudden.

He craves violence, you see.]

[ Hand to hand, or tentacle to tentacle. Mizuki is more than happy to see his natural form, hitting Ebalon with a few pints of love and adoration before he, too, gets a little more serious. Though, his “seriousness” might be confused with “amused,” given that sparkle in his eyes, and that little grin of his.

And in just a moment, he rushes Ebalon. He isn’t the sort that generally takes the first punch, but he figures that maybe a bit of showing off is fine for his boyfriend? With Rafaela, he had his harpoon-umbrella and she, her scythe, but didn’t much use his tentacles. Here? He could go all out with them, he thinks.

Which is why his first attempt to hit Ebalon is not a real punch, but rather, a tentacle to try and smack into his chest, in some attempt to hurl him. ]

[Oh, he loves his amused little jellyfish. How cute... what a nice look in those eyes he loves so much!

No ragdolling for Ebalon today (at least not yet), because he's quick to block that tentacle with one of his own, smiling at Mizuki from behind it. Now they're having fun! Despite his more serious demeanor, there are those ever-present glints of love and entertainment mixed in.

Especially when he tries to wrap one tentacle around Mizuki's waist to similarly try to throw him. In Ebalon's defense, he's never ragdolled Mizuki? That feels unfair.]

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