vatheon | Give yourself a pat on the back.

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Give yourself a pat on the back.

Who: The Summoner and The Orphaner
Where: Summoner's hive in the woods.
When: Backdated to last day of curse 33 [Body Swap Curse]
Status: Closed

As he said, he's coming to scope out Dualscar and well, his own hive, that of which he hasn't been around much this last week. But he wanted to find him or rather himself. It was something to speak to your own body, so he couldn't help but want to see it face to face, Dualscar in his flesh or not.

So he's wandering through the woods, still rather paranoid without any communes to snag onto and use to scope out the area, but he shouldn't be stuck like this too much longer. Besides, he's been having some fun with the whole messing with Dualscar's image thing. Not like people don't know he's not actually Dualscar. But it's funny that they now have the image of him in such ridiculous clothing. It's been fun. So that kind of explains why when he gets to his rather huge treehouse hive why he's currently dressed in some really ridiculous clothing.

He moves to the trees holding up the place and smiles up, pocketing his hands as he calls up.

"You there, bright eyes?"

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Dualscar had been trying to get the hang of flying, determined not to look like a fool if Summoner makes him do it, but it's not something he really has a knack for - especially since he's trying to be extra careful not to leave so much as a bruise or scrape on Summoner's body that might tell him that a crash occurred.

So it's more like jumping from branch to branch, with much flapping of wings and confusion in between.

Still, he lands on the ground, having leapt from higher, and tries to do so with as much grace as he can.

"Wwhat the fuck are you wwearin' on my body," he demands loudly, scowling.

It's okay Dualscar, Summoner sucks at swimming. Like, he really really sucks at it. He's all right in your body, but get him back in his own and it's never going to even be attempted again. He was floundering every time he tries it now, even with gills.

Flapping... right. Good to know you're making him look as silly as he's been making you look this entire time. But damn, once Dualscar leaps down Summoner gets a nice view of well, him. Already brings a smile on his face.

"Clothes." Smiles.

"How's uh- treetop leap frog?"

"If you mean flyin', as you can see I'm gettin' the hang a it," Dualscar says superiorially - a baldfaced lie, of course. "The only part I can't understand is howw you manage wwith all a this chatter. It's distracting as fuck."

He pauses, glaring. "Take that jacket off."

"That's uh-" chuckles, " hate to say it but that is not flying, at all, actually."

"Chatter? Well you can just... turn it off. I never do, but if it bothers you you do not have to deal with it. Hell, I'm having a hard time figuring out how you are anyone can deal without it." A small smile. The feeling? Yeah it's- lonely. He'd rather have fifty cluckbeasts chattering on about nests then sit in such silence.

"Wha-?"

"Wwhat's not flyin' about it?" He flaps his wings, trying to get off the ground. Then he lands, frowning. "Howw do I turn it off?" He sounds a lot more desperate than he'd like to.

"Oh, you'll know when it's flying." A nice, big, warm smile.

"Uh-" raises a brow slowly. Theeen grins.

"Hmm, I'm uh, not sure, I never do it so-" Shrug!

"Who knows!"

That smile produces a scowl and a wing-flutter, but Dualscar puts that aside for now in favour of his distress over the rest. "You nevver turn it off? Nevver?"

Snickers.

"I don't! I don't like to, ya know? Like to keep ties tight."

"But all I can hear is talking in my fuckin' head," Dualscar complains, rubbing his temple. "All kinds a noise, an bustle." He's never felt another mind touch his, and while this is in no danger of controlling or hurting him, it's uncomfortable and intimate in a way that bothers him intensely.

"Heh," raises a brow. Summoner may love it, the intimacy with so many living things, the connection, something deep and meaningful. But he can understand why it might be frustrating. And to someone that's never had the power before suddenly getting it, it must be a lot to deal with, especially when you have no control over it.

He shrugs.

"Just focus on me," a small wave before putting either of his hands to his own temples, staring at Dualscar.

"Focus on something with you and just shut them off." It's really that simple. You just have to rustle around in your mind for the off switch.

Dualscar nods and looks to Summoner with more direct focus, drawing in a breath and trying to quiet his mind. It helps to be distracted, at least.

"Wwell, it's fine," he says grudgingly. "I'll deal wwith it, no matter wwhat."

"Can't get 'em to quiet down then, I uh, I take?" Sending Dualscar's own cocky grin at him, his fingers at his hips again, playing with the hem of the jacket.

"It's okay, it's gonna be hard tapping into all that potential I got."

Dualscar's eyes drop to those fingers. It's a bit weird - more than a bit - to be looking at his own body like this. "All you'vve got is potential, maybe. No substance," he sniffs. "Anywway, are you done mockin' me, or havve you got a feww more cheap shots to take?"

"Says you, eh? But what kind of help is that." A grin before he looks him over. Summoner's expression gets a little more calm, his eyelids low. He stares up and down himself before stepping back once and adjusting his jacket a little.

"C'mere." Tilts his chin up once, wishing Dualscar would get that sneer of his face.

He hesitates, then steps forward over to Summoner and tilts his own head arrogantly. "Wwell?"

Grins, looking, but not at Dualscar, at himself, a sly smile as he slides up close and glides his hands around him. His fingers slide over his sides, move to his lower back and then up to glide over where wings connect. He can't feel it himself, but he knows how it feels, feels fucking amazing. What a weird trip, doing this to yourself, but he deserves to do it. This it the closest you'll ever get to touching his wings yourself again, Dualscar.

"Mmm yeah, you beautiful thing." Everyone deserves to be a little arrogant sometimes, hey? He can't help but want to just, hug himself, real tight.

Which is what he's doing right now, a nice tight hug, rubbing his hands on HIS back softly. Fuck the drama he an Dualscar were having before, he should be allowed to take advantage of this weird occasion. it just so happens Dualscar's the one who he apparently switched with. Guess it's a little better than molesting some stranger, right?

Wow, he's so confused right now? Dualscar is sort of stiff for a moment, forgetting that he's in Summoner's body, so that calling him a 'beautiful thing' was a weird sort of vanity, not a compliment.

The feeling of hands near his wings pulls a moan from his throat and his own arms go around Summoner in return, feeling the chill of his own body against his hot skin. "Wwell, noww..." And he tilts his head, fully intending to steal a kiss.

Yeah.

Yeah....

This is nice. Isn't it? Yeah.

He'll just slide his hands down again and cup them over his ass, grabbing tight and pulling up a little. It's a neat sensation, grabbing his ass like this, from this angle. And then Dualscar seems to push closer, leaning in, he can feel the heat coming off him, out from his lips, hot air like fire, trying to get a kiss-

Summoner slides a hand up and over Dualscar's mouth, cupping it there tight to cover his whole mouth and nuzzles against the side of his head under a massive horn.

"Noooo, noooo. Shhhhhh. Don't ruin the moment, Surf."

What the hell, Summoner. Dualscar makes a confused noise, his hands tensing at the base of Summoner's spine. He's just grabbed his ass, but he doesn't want to kiss? He's nuzzling him and pressing up against him, and even though it's pretty weird, since they're in each other's body, that's just a side note to Dualscar. It's not as though they're in strangers' bodies.

Experimentally, he slips his hand up under Summoner's shirt, sliding a finger along the rim of one gill. He knows what kind of effect this will have, since he knows what it feels like... let's see how Summoner likes that, instead.

This isn't for you, dude. He's not grabbing your ass, he's grabbing his. You need to just deal with it. They definitely aren't strangers to each other, that's for sure, but that doesn't mean they can just fall into making out and fucking all the time, just because it's easy.

Sheesh.

"Ha-" Well, Dualscar's right on that, there's definitely a positive reaction to such a gesture and he recoils slightly, fins flaring out a little. That's- a really weird but not terrible feeling at all. He is very much not used to gills or having them touched.

"Ah hah-" A nervous laugh before giving him a pat on the back before trying to shove away and wagging a finger at him. "What a touching moment. But let's keep it a moment, heh, alright?" A little weirded out there but not much, his smile pulls from nervous to calm quickly.

Dualscar's feathers are definitely ruffled right now - figuratively speaking, since his wings are insect-like, not bird-like. He releases Summoner reluctantly when the other troll pulls away, scowling with irritation and confusion.

"Wwhat the fuck wwas that all about, then?"

A wide, smug smile, bowing a little and gesturing to the both of them.

"Me!"

Nope, he still doesn't get it. Or maybe he does. "You came all the wway ovver here to grope your owwn shame globes?"

"Yes."

Facepalm.

"You're totally fuckin' shameless."

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