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[helmetdoesnothing]

Who: Mituna Captor and Cronus Ampora
When: March 18
Where: The Plaza
Style: Action
Status: Closed
Warnings: ... Mituna and Cronus

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Mituna Captor had spent the last week or so in a state of increasing confusion, which had culminated in almost being eaten by a stray bleatbeast. Strange things were happening and he didn't react well to sudden change, so he was dealing with this oddly extended curse by doing his best to ignore it.

The middle of the day found him sitting up against one of the fountains in a quieter corner of the Plaza, his SFC held in both hands and the game that Sollux had given to him playing on the screen. He was talking to himself, muttering mostly, now and then making soft clicking sounds mixed in with lisping, disjointed sibilants.

Thanks to the bleatbeast, he'd had to change his clothes. Today, he was in a comfortable pair of black jeans held up with a red belt, and a t-shirt with a design reminiscent of his blood sign in black and yellow. Without his helmet, his hair puffed up in its usual dandelion-like formation around his ears and over his eyes, but now and then he'd blow it out of the way with a quick breath aimed up past his overbite and too-large teeth, one red and one blue eye flicking back and forth as he played his game.

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late as all mother fuck

[justnevwerevwen]

Cronus has no idea what the hell is going on with everyone in this place, but honestly? He can't complain. So many of the people here looked really attractive in their outfits. He may not have one of his own, but he can still appreciate everyone else's outfits.

Except for the wizards. Fuck those guys.

He's just passing through when he happens to catch sight of Mituna out the corner of his eye. He nearly didn't recognize him without his usual getup. He watches him for a few moments, an eyebrow raised as Mituna blows his hair out of the way every so often. Finally, he just can't stop himself from approaching.

"Vwowv, vwhat a stimulating past-time. I vwould expect nothing less from someone as simple minded as you."

[helmetdoesnothing]

Mituna's shoulders went a little tense at hearing the seadweller's voice, and he hunched himself over slightly, curling his arms in and holding his SFC to his chest as he peered up at Cronus from under his hair. A faint grin curved his lips.

"Hi Cronuth," he said, not making any attempt to get up. He was just comfortable where he was, thank you. "At leatht I'm getting thome kind of thtimulation, athhole."

Why, yes.. that was a crude sex joke.

[justnevwerevwen]

Cronus just narrows his eyes at that. "Ha ha, vwery funny, chief. Vwe both knowv it isn't the kind of stimulation that actually feels good." Or at least he knows it now, considering he got laid. Ha. Unlike you.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Mituna could get laid any time he wanted. By his matesprit. That thing you don't have, buddy. He had his attention more or less fully back on his SFC, still playing his game, though his head was slightly cocked as the only indication that he was (barely) listening.

"If you're going to play thome of your thhitty ekthcuthe for muthic, fuck off and take it thomewhere elthe." But, wait a moment, what did he want... The yellowblood slanted his eyes up with about as much suspicion as he could manage.

[justnevwerevwen]

Ha ha ha as if she would actually do that with him! That's laughable. She's probably only with him out of pity, let's be honest. They both know Cronus is the far superior lay.

"... Ahaha, it's funny that you think it's shitty. I'd like to see you try making music, chief. The sound of drool bubbles popping doesn't count." Cronus shakes his head, clearly soooo amused by this conversation. "Havwe you evwen heard any of my music?"