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HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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inventory bc i don't know where else to put this:

cursed chihuahua papers

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[glub]

[ HELP us both thinking this was from ages ago ]

Now you're getting ahead of yourself. [ but they're not words made to dismiss his claims. instead, there's a certain softness to it, as if to suggest that he wanted to believe in them. there's a certain poignance in his optimism ... and that thought continues to stay within him, even as he feels elysium hand leave his hold.

he would have instinctively pursed his lips, maybe in a weak attempt to put on an act of pouting, but the way the warmth returns against his cheek... makes him forget all about it. ] But, you have that much faith? Really? Then, you can prove it, right?

[ he says as he leans in, almost touching his lips to elysium's. ]

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Is it getting ahead of myself if the other person's just shy?

[ Rafayel didn't have to do much at all, but the fact that he leans closer is encouragement enough to close the last bit of distance between them. It's a chaste press—perhaps not ideal, since both of their lips are either frozen or heavily Vaseline'd to protect against the cold if Elysium has his way. Still, it's tempting as it is to deepen the kiss and to warm in a completely different way, only—

He pulls back instead. They have to go slow… to show he cherishes him, yes? ]

There. Proof of—

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Not again.

[ sorry, he's not like. recoiling from rafayel out of disgust or anything, because he is very aware of how cold it is and the fact that they're kind of relying on each other here, but he is turning back around to bury his face in his knees nonetheless. why this. ]

[glub]

[ considering their lips are frozen solid and severely lacking in moisture and color— can they even feel the kiss? mostly, rafayel just feels the brief warmth of elysium's breath, and it's already over. before he can get settled into the touch, but then elysium suddenly pulls away, and: ]


...? [ tilting his head.

he's not offended at least, mostly just confused. ] Listen, my lips aren't always this dry.

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Are you saying you want a redo when they aren't?

[ Elysium, too, is good at larping he is normal… this is fine. ]