[It's Archer's time to chuckle. He's fine with it being temporary and not lasting long, that tiny bit of happiness for himself that he may deserve. There's no ruffled feathers about having to share either.]
You're an idiot. [he snorts and crosses the room, leaning over Caster to take hold of his chin and kiss the said idiot of a god until they're both out of breath.]
[ If you follow up an insult with a kiss, you give no reaction time. That's cheating. But he will let that slide because a certain another idiot here, is a surprisingly good kisser;
This might not be a good idea, god duties, shinki duties, and so on- but yeah, let's just have fun for how long it lasts.
When Archer tries to move away, he might find himself in trouble, because a pair of strong arms sneaks around his neck. ]
[Archer certainly doesn't mind. Quite on the contrary; there's a serious amount of pride in the knowledge that Caster does enjoy his kisses.]
No, just giving you a moment to catch your breath. It won't speak good of me if I let you suffocate because of my kisses.
[He doesn't stop himself from running his fingers through Caster's hair. Wet strands cling to his skin; Archer just shakes his head and starts drying his boyfriend's hair.]
[ Don't let your brain turn to mush, just because of something so simple! Is Caster going to regret this decision? -well, he makes a point of not regretting even worst things, so whatever happens, will be dealt with.
Right now he's satisfied with this subdued feeling similar to happiness radiating from his shinki. ]
I see, that's how I get access to more of your services. [ Caster quips from underneath the towel on his head- maybe one day he will get a hang of using that mysterious tool known as the hairdryer. ]
You don't have to dress me though, I can do that myself!
[Archer isn't in the mood to go grab the hairdryer right now. It feels good to dry Caster's hair and finger-brush it, letting it pool on his palm as he untangles long, blue strands. He's surprisingly gentle; it's obvious that he's had a lot of practice.]
Good, it means less work for me. [Archer counters with a chuckle.]
[ Okay, you need to stop smiling like that, stop that "unlocked hidden Shirou" game right now. Oh well, a permission was given, the decision was made, and so on- Caster will just hang his head down and allow the hair-drying, or is it playing with his hair, really?
It's nice, he likes it, part why he kept the hair so long in first place. But then something else flares up and ruins the moment entirely. He tries to ignore that annoying, nagging feeling... you know, hold back for the sake of the moment, but without success
When he raises his head up, his face is unusually pale- or maybe it's green ]
...I think I'm going to throw up.
[ Hi, too much alcohol, thanks. Don't take it personally, Archer ]
[Right. Whose brilliant idea was to get wasted. Archer pushes a wooden basin close with his foot so Caster won't decorate the floor - scrubbing it clean would be a pain - and steadies him with one arm across his chest and other holding his hair up. Seriously, is this supposed to be romantic or what.]
Go on.
[Mental note to himself - bring some fruit juice or green tea to his room so Caster won't get dehydrated.]
[ Yeah, that's so goddamn romantic. A good partner will have your back in the worst situation, even if it includes holding your head over the metaphorical toilet. Basket in this case.
Okay, let's make a time skip-- you know, to that point where Caster does indeed end up feeling better. Actually even further ahead, that they're probably getting sort of dressed, and teeth scrubbing deed is done too.
He's not saying anything, just looking so...done... with this evening, and night and everything. NOTHING, NOTHING CAN GO WELL APPARENTLY. When it started to fall apart, everything went with it. ]
[Archer has already managed to clean the mess and prepare himself for bed. Now there's only one thing left - pr rather one person left to escort.]
Ready to brave the stairs?
[Caster no longer looks greenish, which is a good sign, although his expression could turn the milk sour. It's better to not drag him up all the stairs, Archer's bed can easily accomodate two.]
[ Caster was going to suggest that anyway, so he follows surprisingly without a word of complaint. Thanks for reading his mind. He also grabs the juice in along the way and downs it before Archer manages to close the door ]
You sure are moving fast. [ A joke at Archer's expense, again, and again, this will never stop ]
[Archer barely resists the urge to roll his eyes.]
Hmph. Someone has to keep an eye on you.
[It's a relief to see Caster has enough common sense to prevent further dehydration. Archer sets the flask on the nightstand next to the bowl of fruits so it's in reach and pushes him towards the bed.]
[ Caster does dive into it and immediately steals a pillow - a bed here is s better alternative than one another set of stairs further ]
Sure... Whatever you say. [ He's getting too tired to properly tease though. Isn't a dawn happening somewhere soon? Caster can swear he hears the first bird concertos outside. He waves his hand in the direction of the window ]
[ Caster tries to pretend he's asleep, but that might end with him getting kicked out of bed, so he eventually rolls over on a side, to leave some space free for the owner of bed. Technically Servants don't need sleep, but either it's this god business/incarnation, or just fault in that laziness in his nature that makes him enjoy it anyway. ]
[Archer makes sure Caster is properly covered, it's not cold but it gets chilly with autumn coming. He's comfortable as he is, it's not like he needs a lot of space anyway.]
There's green tea in the flask if you're thirsty.
[Just in case he won't wake up when Caster does, since Archer is a light sleeper.]
Mhhm... [ Archer gets a sleepy grunt as acknowledging of his words. Looks like Caster is as quick to fall asleep as he is to drink. He might also end taking up a lot more space in the end, word of a warning...
And it would be all beautiful place to end the tag and the thread, with at least one dumbass waking up late, or something- but hey, never that easy. Caster wakes up, and it's definitely more of an early morning than late night, he tries to reach the green tea flask, and traverses the bed along the way.
[It's definitely one way to wake up with the heavy weight across his chest and poking elbows. Archer may have enough muscles to cushion the worst, but it's definitely not pleasant. Neither is being used as a pillow to roll on.]
Hn. Are you trying to play a centipede?
[Look, elbow in the ribs is not making him friendly in the morning.]
What, that's nothing. I've walked off worse... [ Caster doesn't take long to finish the entire drink. When he returns to lying position, he rolls on his stomach and- partially on Archer ]
Just let me nap a bit more and I'll be fully recovered.
[It looks like Caster does remember something,question is how much. Archer decides it's still a bit too early to get up, so he allows Caster to drape all over him.
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You're an idiot. [he snorts and crosses the room, leaning over Caster to take hold of his chin and kiss the said idiot of a god until they're both out of breath.]
how fast I can turn a thread to trash, a saga.
This might not be a good idea, god duties, shinki duties, and so on- but yeah, let's just have fun for how long it lasts.
When Archer tries to move away, he might find himself in trouble, because a pair of strong arms sneaks around his neck. ]
What, leaving so soon?
we're in the same handbasket, so
No, just giving you a moment to catch your breath. It won't speak good of me if I let you suffocate because of my kisses.
[He doesn't stop himself from running his fingers through Caster's hair. Wet strands cling to his skin; Archer just shakes his head and starts drying his boyfriend's hair.]
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Right now he's satisfied with this subdued feeling similar to happiness radiating from his shinki. ]
I see, that's how I get access to more of your services. [ Caster quips from underneath the towel on his head- maybe one day he will get a hang of using that mysterious tool known as the hairdryer. ]
You don't have to dress me though, I can do that myself!
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Good, it means less work for me. [Archer counters with a chuckle.]
I am here to ruin everything
It's nice, he likes it, part why he kept the hair so long in first place. But then something else flares up and ruins the moment entirely. He tries to ignore that annoying, nagging feeling... you know, hold back for the sake of the moment, but without success
When he raises his head up, his face is unusually pale- or maybe it's green ]
...I think I'm going to throw up.
[ Hi, too much alcohol, thanks. Don't take it personally, Archer ]
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Go on.
[Mental note to himself - bring some fruit juice or green tea to his room so Caster won't get dehydrated.]
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Okay, let's make a time skip-- you know, to that point where Caster does indeed end up feeling better. Actually even further ahead, that they're probably getting sort of dressed, and teeth scrubbing deed is done too.
He's not saying anything, just looking so...done... with this evening, and night and everything. NOTHING, NOTHING CAN GO WELL APPARENTLY. When it started to fall apart, everything went with it. ]
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Ready to brave the stairs?
[Caster no longer looks greenish, which is a good sign, although his expression could turn the milk sour. It's better to not drag him up all the stairs, Archer's bed can easily accomodate two.]
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He could maybe try and teleport, but he doesn't want to RISK IT. What if he throws them into a wall, or worse. ]
Yeah, yeah, going that way right now.
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I'll be right behind you. [he's just going to grab some fruit juice from the fridge.]
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Why did he decide to occupy the highest placed room in the temple? Oh right, high perches.
No, seriously, Servant metabolism should make him damn immune to side-effects of getting hammered ]
Half-way there...
[ You have a bed on this floor, don't you Archer? ]
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Come here.
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You sure are moving fast. [ A joke at Archer's expense, again, and again, this will never stop ]
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Hmph. Someone has to keep an eye on you.
[It's a relief to see Caster has enough common sense to prevent further dehydration. Archer sets the flask on the nightstand next to the bowl of fruits so it's in reach and pushes him towards the bed.]
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Sure... Whatever you say. [ He's getting too tired to properly tease though. Isn't a dawn happening somewhere soon? Caster can swear he hears the first bird concertos outside. He waves his hand in the direction of the window ]
Think you could close the window?
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Move just a bit.
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Done... g'night
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[Archer makes sure Caster is properly covered, it's not cold but it gets chilly with autumn coming. He's comfortable as he is, it's not like he needs a lot of space anyway.]
There's green tea in the flask if you're thirsty.
[Just in case he won't wake up when Caster does, since Archer is a light sleeper.]
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And it would be all beautiful place to end the tag and the thread, with at least one dumbass waking up late, or something- but hey, never that easy. Caster wakes up, and it's definitely more of an early morning than late night, he tries to reach the green tea flask, and traverses the bed along the way.
Sorry, were you sleeping here? ]
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Hn. Are you trying to play a centipede?
[Look, elbow in the ribs is not making him friendly in the morning.]
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Your fault for putting it on your side of the bed. [ Now he's going to drink all of it ]
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Feeling better?
[It's not like he's going to ask how much of this night Caster remembers. Nope. There may be a hint of anxiety, though. Just a teeny tiny bit.]
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Just let me nap a bit more and I'll be fully recovered.
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[It looks like Caster does remember something,question is how much. Archer decides it's still a bit too early to get up, so he allows Caster to drape all over him.
...it's not unpleasant.]
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