Who: Shark House (plus visitors!) Where: Shark House When:Shark House All through December Summary: Catch-all log for December! Rating: PG-13 because this house has a pottymouth Log: ( ooc:Starters in the comments below! )
[Christmas is a rather odd holiday for Alphonse. His introduction to it had been here in Johto, and while he understands that it holds an extra meaning for those whose worlds (or times) have the holiday as well, for him it's just an excuse to spoil family and friends and enjoy a good meal.]
[But right now the 'meal' part is becoming a bit of a problem.]
[With three pots on the stove and five recipes littered around the kitchen for reference, Al has his hands full trying to make an honest-to-goodness home-cooked meal for the house. It had taken an hour of stubborn refusal before Al relented and let Envy into the kitchen as an assistant, and Wrath had been allowed in soon after once the puppy-dog eyes had kicked in. It's quickly becoming a bit of a madhouse, and not just because they have maybe three-fourths of a decent chef between the three of them.]
Wrath, no, don't lick it! It hasn't even been cooked yet, you'll get sick!
[Envy is still...learning how to cook, but one thing he's always been good at is knifework.]
[He has a good sized pile of chopped carrots over to the side of him, and he looks up and rolls his eyes at Al's scolding of Wrath. Mainly just because rolling his eyes at Al no matter what he's doing is force of habit rather than because there's anything else he could be doing. Still...the fact that Envy holding a large knife in the same room as Alphonse without anybody worrying about murder is...pretty significant.]
Hey, Wrath. Wanna see me chop those up like the fancy grill chef from TV yesterday?
[SINCE NOW THEY'VE BEEN LICKED, THEY HAVE TO CUT THE LICKED PARTS OFF.]
[Although Envy deciding to become an impromptu hibachi chef might come with its own drawbacks.]
[Al casts Envy a look that's half frustration and half concern, already imagining all the ideas he's going to have to talk Wrath out of attempting--it was hard enough getting him to leave the knives to Envy in the kitchen!]
You're going to cut off a finger doing it like that!
Oh, please. Maybe you would, but I'm actually good with knives.
[Alphonse's voice of reason goes SPITEFULLY UNAPPRECIATED as Envy takes out a few of the steak tips that hadn't just been licked, tossing them onto the "meat" cutting board--if nothing else, France had impressed upon him the need to keep raw meat separate from vegetables--and starts going at them with the knife much more showily than he needs to. All he knows about "fancy grill cooking" is literally what he saw on TV the day before, so he's just kind of. Doing what he remembers seeing there.]
[His fingers stay intact for now, thankfully, but it may or may not stay that way for long.]
[It's funny. Yet again, there's been no change once gathering up the courage to pronounce whatever's between them something as something 'official'. Lust honestly isn't certain if this is just normal, or perhaps normal for her.]
[But there's something that's been on Lust's mind recently. She understands Timothy's unique situation, maybe more than anyone else. He's been on his own now for months, but he's done nothing about his appearance. He still brushes his hair the same, still wears an ungodly amount of bright yellow, and still sports that tragic attempt at facial hair.]
[It's high time he had a bit of help in moving further away from his master. So Lust called him up and invited him over, only mentioning she had a holiday surprise for him. And then she fetched the fancy shaving kit that sat around unused, and draped a towel over the back of the couch. She'd normally do this sort of thing in the bedroom, but she has a feeling that if she sequestered them in her bedroom and began touching Timothy's face, he'd suffer some manner of brain aneurysm. The living room means they may be subject to observation, but better that than Timothy stroking on her floor.]
[And she wants to do this for him. Help him to reclaim his own identity, remember he's his own man. And she can't stand that stupid soul patch. She does intend to kiss him at some point, she'd prefer that was gone.]
[It's not like there's anything unusual about being invited over by Lust. This is just... a thing now, the visiting, hanging out in person. And he sure isn't about to complain, it's very nice. But this time is a little vaguer than usual. She mentioned a surprise, but who even knows what she means by that. It can be hard to tell what she's up to. Which also isn't a complaint, it just means that this time he's not all that sure what to expect.
But he just acts like normal, because hey, whatever, he'll find out soon enough. Mind you, it's not a whole lot clearer right away when he gets there. Like there's a towel, what's up with that?]
Uh, hey! I didn't keep you waiting too long or anything, did I?
[There can be a slight delay, sometimes, when his Pokemon get a little too needy. But that's cats for you.]
[Lust gestures to the couch, where the towel is draped. She's not giving Timothy a chance to demure or back out. He needs this. And she's sick of looking at that sorry excuse for a soul patch. Why is it pointed?]
Sit. You're getting part of your holiday gift early.
[He looks over at the couch and, well, that kinda confirms that whatever's going on, the towel is a part of it and it wasn't just... left there by someone? What, it could happen.]
Heh, okay then, if you say so. [It's super vague, but it's probably just easier to go with this. He sits down.] So is there any point asking for details or, uh, should I just wait and see?
[Because he's super confused, seriously Lust, what are you up to...?]
A... shave? Uh, I guess that's fine? [He's still not really getting it, but the facial hair he got stuck with thanks to Jack is something he just kinda... got used to. He doesn't really think about it, like he tries not to think about most of his physical appearance these days.] Seems a little, uh, heh... out of the blue.
[Yeah, no, he literally never considered this as an option.]
Timothy...you know that I adore you. You're a wonderful man, possessed of intelligence, honor, good humor, creativity...but your facial hair is a tragedy.
[Lust points the razor directly at the small triangle of beard marring an otherwise lovely face. Scar and all.]
It has to go. Doubly so if you ever intend on kissing me before we're old and gray.
My... [Blink. Blink, blink. Oh. Oh, right. That makes sense, he guesses. He did always think it's a dumb look, but he just resigned himself to it.] Well, no arguments there, I guess. I... [He pauses. Thinks about it for a second.] Wow, I... guess there isn't anything stopping me from changing it, huh...
[And then she adds that in and oh gosh kissing, oh gosh, now he's going red, Lust what have you done.]
Uhhhh... Ahaha... W-Well, when you put it that way...
Wow. How bad is it that I hadn't even really... thought about that yet?
[Not like that should be a surprise, because he still wears the fucking yellow, even though he hates it. Sure, he wears blue more often - because Lust likes that, which is some excellent motivation - but he still has that stupid Hyperion shirt. Honestly, aside from being away from Jack, there's been very little change in how he lives his life.
Man, he really sucks at the whole... being his own person thing.]
Uh... Yeah! Yeah, sure, of course. Go for it, I guess.
It's alright, you've never been able to, before. It doesn't happen overnight, it's a slow and gradual thing.
[Lust moves to straddle Timothy's lap, taking up the bowl of lather. She can't remember the last time she's done this. Not in this life, that's for certain. God, they're very close. Not that they haven't been before, but not quite like this.]
One of these days you'll wake up and realize you've found a little bit more of yourself along the way. [She offers a smile as she dabs the brush in the foam, them over his chin.] And then a little more, and a little more.
[It's just a weird thing, realizing you haven't made as much progress as you thought. But then, there's really not a manual for reclaiming your entire self. So who knows, maybe he's doing really well. Not like he has a lot of examples to compare himself to.
...And wow she's so close. Well, that's... sort of the point of this, but still.]
Ha, well, that's... that's something to look forward to then. I'll take your word for it.
[Lust's voice is soft as she neatens the shaving cream, scraping off the excess.]
I always thought that when I was human again, that would magically change everything. I'd wake up and I'd be the woman I used to be. But it doesn't work that way. The experiences that came between, they shape us, they sink into who we are. What we were and what we are become tangled together.
[She sets aside the brush and hand towel. It's been years and she's still something in between. She's found more of herself, she can see the ways she's slowly simply become different, but in a familiar way. Even Scar had commented on it, once.]
[The thought gives her pause, and she stands a moment with her fingers resting against Timothy's cheek. She suddenly remembers another time, on another couch. Scar frowning at her, protesting that it was stupid to do this on the couch, even with a towel down. They'd make a mess. Her telling him to be reasonable, if he wanted to keep kissing her, that hair had to go.]
[He'd made them move to the bathroom, and complained the whole time.]
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...I guess if everything worked like we expected it to, then we'd both probably be very different, huh? Maybe it's better that way or... well, guess that doesn't really matter as much as it just being what it is.
[If everything had worked out as he expected it to, then his life sure would be different. He never would've been in debt, never would've gone for that job offer, never would've ended up tangled up in all of Jack's bullshit.
But who knows if he would've ever ended up here. What kind of person he'd be then. If he ever would've met Lust and if she would've even liked him. It's hard to say. So maybe it's better not to even consider it.]
I, ah... I think I just got so used to just rolling with everything? Lots of reacting, not so much... acting...
...Well okay, to be fair, I've never been too great at that even in the past, heh.
If things worked like expected, the woman I am wouldn't even exist.
[She can't help but smile some, when he makes that last comment. Her own most oft-uttered phrase is 'it is what it is'. She shakes herself out of her thoughts and picks up the razor and inspects her canvas.]
And I like who I am now. I like who you are now. And our experiences, all of them, have led us here. Not a bad place to be.
[Lust smiles as she leans in close, keeping one hand cupping Timothy's face to angle it right for a neat shave.]
[The thing about this shave is that it kind of prevents him from looking away when he gets nervous. Which is often, so it's not ideal. Though it feels a little less awkward than he'd expect. And that must be because it's, well, Lust.
And also if that level of comfort wasn't there there's no way he'd even feel safe letting her do this in the first place, but that all goes without saying.]
Ha... I like who you are, too.
[...What? No he's not gonna say a good thing about himself, he's not really There yet. Self worth's a difficult thing, shut up.]
[Lust chuckles, but only briefly. It's not as though this is a large job, but she wants a steady hand. And she can't help but take her time a little bit, as she draws the razor gently over the edge of that god awful little bit of facial hair.]
[He does have a very nice face.]
I was...outraged. I hated it here, I couldn't stand Guttle, I recoiled from the idea that I'd have to find mundane employment. Not that I ever did, my brother was with a very rich man and he gave me a generous allowance. And now I have...more inheritances than I'd care to have, and my work with the circus.
And I had no idea how to be a human. It was terrifying, all that biology.
Oh, wow, seriously? I mean, that does make sense... Kind of a major change. In every way, not just the biology stuff. Just, y'know, you seem so together now, it's hard to imagine you another way.
That's because you've never seen me panicking over my hair falling out in the shower, or brought to tears over breaking a nail. I thought there was something deathly wrong with me. Dear lord, the first time I caught a cold...
[She has to laugh, now. It's been years, she's made the adjustment. Slowly and with a number of obstacles, but she's gotten there.]
And then of course there was learning and perfecting all those dozens upon dozens of things a human being needs to do to look like I do. My physical fitness regime would kill a weaker woman. But I love my sweets, and my brother has to be able to catch and hold me on a trapeze.
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December 25th
[But right now the 'meal' part is becoming a bit of a problem.]
[With three pots on the stove and five recipes littered around the kitchen for reference, Al has his hands full trying to make an honest-to-goodness home-cooked meal for the house. It had taken an hour of stubborn refusal before Al relented and let Envy into the kitchen as an assistant, and Wrath had been allowed in soon after once the puppy-dog eyes had kicked in. It's quickly becoming a bit of a madhouse, and not just because they have maybe three-fourths of a decent chef between the three of them.]
Wrath, no, don't lick it! It hasn't even been cooked yet, you'll get sick!
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[Al has his work cut out for him tonight.]
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[He has a good sized pile of chopped carrots over to the side of him, and he looks up and rolls his eyes at Al's scolding of Wrath. Mainly just because rolling his eyes at Al no matter what he's doing is force of habit rather than because there's anything else he could be doing. Still...the fact that Envy holding a large knife in the same room as Alphonse without anybody worrying about murder is...pretty significant.]
Hey, Wrath. Wanna see me chop those up like the fancy grill chef from TV yesterday?
[SINCE NOW THEY'VE BEEN LICKED, THEY HAVE TO CUT THE LICKED PARTS OFF.]
[Although Envy deciding to become an impromptu hibachi chef might come with its own drawbacks.]
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[Al casts Envy a look that's half frustration and half concern, already imagining all the ideas he's going to have to talk Wrath out of attempting--it was hard enough getting him to leave the knives to Envy in the kitchen!]
You're going to cut off a finger doing it like that!
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[Wrath drops the package on the counter (WASH THEM WHILE YOU HAVE THE CHANCE, AL) and hops in place a couple of times, grinning.]
YEAH!
Chop them, chop them!
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[Alphonse's voice of reason goes SPITEFULLY UNAPPRECIATED as Envy takes out a few of the steak tips that hadn't just been licked, tossing them onto the "meat" cutting board--if nothing else, France had impressed upon him the need to keep raw meat separate from vegetables--and starts going at them with the knife much more showily than he needs to. All he knows about "fancy grill cooking" is literally what he saw on TV the day before, so he's just kind of. Doing what he remembers seeing there.]
[His fingers stay intact for now, thankfully, but it may or may not stay that way for long.]
Dec 21st
[But there's something that's been on Lust's mind recently. She understands Timothy's unique situation, maybe more than anyone else. He's been on his own now for months, but he's done nothing about his appearance. He still brushes his hair the same, still wears an ungodly amount of bright yellow, and still sports that tragic attempt at facial hair.]
[It's high time he had a bit of help in moving further away from his master. So Lust called him up and invited him over, only mentioning she had a holiday surprise for him. And then she fetched the fancy shaving kit that sat around unused, and draped a towel over the back of the couch. She'd normally do this sort of thing in the bedroom, but she has a feeling that if she sequestered them in her bedroom and began touching Timothy's face, he'd suffer some manner of brain aneurysm. The living room means they may be subject to observation, but better that than Timothy stroking on her floor.]
[And she wants to do this for him. Help him to reclaim his own identity, remember he's his own man. And she can't stand that stupid soul patch. She does intend to kiss him at some point, she'd prefer that was gone.]
[Now she just has to wait for him.]
slides in here super late
But he just acts like normal, because hey, whatever, he'll find out soon enough. Mind you, it's not a whole lot clearer right away when he gets there. Like there's a towel, what's up with that?]
Uh, hey! I didn't keep you waiting too long or anything, did I?
[There can be a slight delay, sometimes, when his Pokemon get a little too needy. But that's cats for you.]
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[Lust gestures to the couch, where the towel is draped. She's not giving Timothy a chance to demure or back out. He needs this. And she's sick of looking at that sorry excuse for a soul patch. Why is it pointed?]
Sit. You're getting part of your holiday gift early.
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[He looks over at the couch and, well, that kinda confirms that whatever's going on, the towel is a part of it and it wasn't just... left there by someone? What, it could happen.]
Heh, okay then, if you say so. [It's super vague, but it's probably just easier to go with this. He sits down.] So is there any point asking for details or, uh, should I just wait and see?
[Because he's super confused, seriously Lust, what are you up to...?]
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[Lust remains standing.]
Have you ever had an old fashioned shave before? Because you're one getting one today. It's high time.
[She doesn't move to pick up the straight razor until after she's explained her intentions.]
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A... shave? Uh, I guess that's fine? [He's still not really getting it, but the facial hair he got stuck with thanks to Jack is something he just kinda... got used to. He doesn't really think about it, like he tries not to think about most of his physical appearance these days.] Seems a little, uh, heh... out of the blue.
[Yeah, no, he literally never considered this as an option.]
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[Lust points the razor directly at the small triangle of beard marring an otherwise lovely face. Scar and all.]
It has to go. Doubly so if you ever intend on kissing me before we're old and gray.
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[And then she adds that in and oh gosh kissing, oh gosh, now he's going red, Lust what have you done.]
Uhhhh... Ahaha... W-Well, when you put it that way...
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[Beyond this one, which Lust supposes is hers. But he clearly agrees with her.]
[She chuckles at his blush, and approaches him slowly.]
Mmm. May I?
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[Not like that should be a surprise, because he still wears the fucking yellow, even though he hates it. Sure, he wears blue more often - because Lust likes that, which is some excellent motivation - but he still has that stupid Hyperion shirt. Honestly, aside from being away from Jack, there's been very little change in how he lives his life.
Man, he really sucks at the whole... being his own person thing.]
Uh... Yeah! Yeah, sure, of course. Go for it, I guess.
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[Lust moves to straddle Timothy's lap, taking up the bowl of lather. She can't remember the last time she's done this. Not in this life, that's for certain. God, they're very close. Not that they haven't been before, but not quite like this.]
One of these days you'll wake up and realize you've found a little bit more of yourself along the way. [She offers a smile as she dabs the brush in the foam, them over his chin.] And then a little more, and a little more.
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[It's just a weird thing, realizing you haven't made as much progress as you thought. But then, there's really not a manual for reclaiming your entire self. So who knows, maybe he's doing really well. Not like he has a lot of examples to compare himself to.
...And wow she's so close. Well, that's... sort of the point of this, but still.]
Ha, well, that's... that's something to look forward to then. I'll take your word for it.
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[Lust's voice is soft as she neatens the shaving cream, scraping off the excess.]
I always thought that when I was human again, that would magically change everything. I'd wake up and I'd be the woman I used to be. But it doesn't work that way. The experiences that came between, they shape us, they sink into who we are. What we were and what we are become tangled together.
[She sets aside the brush and hand towel. It's been years and she's still something in between. She's found more of herself, she can see the ways she's slowly simply become different, but in a familiar way. Even Scar had commented on it, once.]
[The thought gives her pause, and she stands a moment with her fingers resting against Timothy's cheek. She suddenly remembers another time, on another couch. Scar frowning at her, protesting that it was stupid to do this on the couch, even with a towel down. They'd make a mess. Her telling him to be reasonable, if he wanted to keep kissing her, that hair had to go.]
[He'd made them move to the bathroom, and complained the whole time.]
>starts a new thread >immediately goes back and tags this older one too
[If everything had worked out as he expected it to, then his life sure would be different. He never would've been in debt, never would've gone for that job offer, never would've ended up tangled up in all of Jack's bullshit.
But who knows if he would've ever ended up here. What kind of person he'd be then. If he ever would've met Lust and if she would've even liked him. It's hard to say. So maybe it's better not to even consider it.]
I, ah... I think I just got so used to just rolling with everything? Lots of reacting, not so much... acting...
...Well okay, to be fair, I've never been too great at that even in the past, heh.
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[She can't help but smile some, when he makes that last comment. Her own most oft-uttered phrase is 'it is what it is'. She shakes herself out of her thoughts and picks up the razor and inspects her canvas.]
And I like who I am now. I like who you are now. And our experiences, all of them, have led us here. Not a bad place to be.
[Lust smiles as she leans in close, keeping one hand cupping Timothy's face to angle it right for a neat shave.]
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[The thing about this shave is that it kind of prevents him from looking away when he gets nervous. Which is often, so it's not ideal. Though it feels a little less awkward than he'd expect. And that must be because it's, well, Lust.
And also if that level of comfort wasn't there there's no way he'd even feel safe letting her do this in the first place, but that all goes without saying.]
Ha... I like who you are, too.
[...What? No he's not gonna say a good thing about himself, he's not really There yet. Self worth's a difficult thing, shut up.]
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[Lust chuckles, but only briefly. It's not as though this is a large job, but she wants a steady hand. And she can't help but take her time a little bit, as she draws the razor gently over the edge of that god awful little bit of facial hair.]
[He does have a very nice face.]
I was...outraged. I hated it here, I couldn't stand Guttle, I recoiled from the idea that I'd have to find mundane employment. Not that I ever did, my brother was with a very rich man and he gave me a generous allowance. And now I have...more inheritances than I'd care to have, and my work with the circus.
And I had no idea how to be a human. It was terrifying, all that biology.
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[She has to laugh, now. It's been years, she's made the adjustment. Slowly and with a number of obstacles, but she's gotten there.]
And then of course there was learning and perfecting all those dozens upon dozens of things a human being needs to do to look like I do. My physical fitness regime would kill a weaker woman. But I love my sweets, and my brother has to be able to catch and hold me on a trapeze.