let sleeping dogs lie... but you can do what you want with yellowbloods

[helmetdoesnothing]

Who: Mituna Captor, open.
When: Afternoon, 2/2
Where: Park
Style: Whatever you feel comfortable with!
Status: Open.

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[Guess who's been in the park practicing his wicked skateboard moves? This guy.

Guess who fell off said skateboard and fell asleep in the grass in the park? Also this guy.

Mituna's lying under the shade of a tree, one arm tucked up under his head, his skateboard upside-down with the wheels slowly turning a few feet away.

===> Disturb the yellowblood?]

Comments

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Presently, Kurloz will get a fluffy-haired head plonked onto his lap, one red and one blue eye looking up at him. He grins.]

Hi.

[zipperlips]

[That gets a grin and a wave. And, after a moment, Mituna's hair will be fluffed back over his eyes, then combed away again. Because look at those miracles that he can see for once!]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He blinks and wrinkles his nose when his hair is moved around, bringing one hand up to waft Kurloz's fingers away from his face.]

Thtop it, athzhat.

[Mituna settles himself more comfortably, eyes half closed, and sighs as he looks up at the tree above them.]

[zipperlips]

[This time, Mituna's hair is pulled completely in front of his eyes and held down for a moment with Kurloz's hand, but after a moment, he lets Mituna ward him off.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He catches hold of Kurloz's wrist, drawing patterns on the back of his hand with one fingertip. Their signs, stars, nonsense shapes, and now and then, two dots, a circle, and the slow curve of a smile.]

[zipperlips]

[All of those things get an even wider smile from him, and he wiggles his fingers against Mituna's grip.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[As if just noticing what he's doing, Mituna looks up, and grins again.]

Did you thee my f-fucking thweet moveth?

[zipperlips]

[He nods. Totally saw those, and they were sweet, even if they ended up with his moirail all over the ground like that. It says something that he's used to seeing that.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Falling is half the fun of it! ... Usually. Sometimes it just pisses him off and you can never really tell what reaction he might have until he hits the ground.

Mituna reaches up and traces one finger lightly over the paint on Kurloz's skin, pausing against the corner of his mouth, brushing over one of the stitches there.]

[zipperlips]

[Times like those, it is pretty good to be Kurloz or Latula, not because it will keep the swearing to a minimum, but because it becomes easier to calm him down.

He stays still through Mituna tracing his finger along the paint. There are few people who he'll allow to touch it, but Mituna gets an excuse, even if it ends up smudged.

As soon as his hand reaches the stitches, though, Kurloz moves his head back and grabs Mituna's hand in a tight grip. The look he gives Mituna is scolding. No one's allowed to touch those.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He tries not to smudge it, but sometimes his poor motor control betrays him. He's concentrating here, though, and a sudden twitch runs through him when his hand is so suddenly grabbed.

Mituna stares, tense, then his fingers slowly relax in Kurloz's grip.]

Thorry.

[zipperlips]

[Kurloz moves Mituna's hand away from his face before he releases it, but when he does, he gives it a pap- Mituna will do better next time, he's sure. ]