They cold air from outside felt good when they started walking. “You’re right I’m not heartless.” He started laughing when he told him. “Whatareyou talking about silly. Of course, you not him, I mean you looknothingalike. Besides I wouldn’t kiss him how Ikissyou…” Easton raised his head up to kiss him once more, giving him an example. “See.” He gave a deep chuckled and tried to straighten himself up. “If your concerned thenim concerned. It’sfinetho no crime actually happens.” He dragged out the word actually with a laugh in between. “Your nose is very small.” He pushed Abrose’s nose then ripped it away. “See igotcha nose.” He giggled holding up his hand. “Being drunk is the best, cause you can do whatever and not remember in the morning. “How come you’re notdrunk ha?!” He yelled. His voice echoed through the dark streets. “Besides we’re doing somethingfun when get back right?” He mumbled but loud enough to hear.
"we wore masks, of course I wouldn't look the same." He retorted, rolling his peepers before closing them shut at the kiss. "Oh really?" He laughed, arching an eyebrow Easton. "Should I be insulted or honored that you kiss me differently if you knew it was me?" He sighed softly and shook his head, his human syrup humming in retaliation tto he alcohol coursing through his veins. He blinked and squeaked as Easton 'took his nose.' "you're so mean," he whined, reaching for Easton's hand as he actually had his nose. "Give it back, I neeeeed thaaaat!" He pouted, hushing Easton as he yelled at the darkness. "Hmm, oh yeah real fun. Imma sleep like the dead when I find a bed and probably not wake up for a few days." He mumbled, feeling as his body were dragging him down. "Uhm, where is you place anyways?"
"Just keep walking it's the big green oneupahead." He pointed lazily towards his house. He almost tripped over his own groundhands but caught himself. He started saying wonky-donky things like bombs and random words that came to find. He was very childish when he was drunk, that's why he never got drunk. It came in phases. First, the hiccups, then his words being slurred, and last but not least his childish side. He started talking about kid toys that he used to use. One of them happens to be a rooty tooty point-n-shooty that his dad gave him. He almost shot one of the maids and then his dad put it in a safe. "Now, that Ithinkaboutit I have not brain bubble what the number to the safewas." He tried numbers in his head but he didn't really found the one that fit. Instead of thinking he went back to saying random words before they managed to get to his house. "I live pretty close toeverything!" He yelled throwing his hands up in the air like a ankle-biter on a roller coaster ride. "Open sesame!" he pushed his body weight onto the wobbly flip-shutter it opening instantly. "It's almost unlocked allofthetime." he giggled.
Abrose nodded determinedly and trudged forwards, nearly falling with Easton to the ground as he tripped. He found it extremely cute as Easton spoke about his childhood and what he could assume we're childhood toys were. Though he was a tad bit concerned when Easton told him about nearly shooting a maid as a kid. "Well, I don't think you could have picked a better job. He laughed sightly and soon creating a hill and soon came upon Easton's home. He gazed up at the heme in awe as Easyon shoved through, shuffling through and looking around, slowly turning in a circle even as that made him more disoriented. "Thins is bonita." He murmured, catching himself on the stair railing and slowly slumping to the ground.
Easton followed him plopping down right next to him. He nudged his shoulder and looked at Abrose. "It can be ours. Just for the night after last night." There was something different about the way he looked at Abrose. It's wasn't loving but fragile. Not staggered but stationary. He didn't look away nor did he want to. He touched Abrose's hand. The house was empty because all the maids and butlers were in their bedrooms sound asleep. It was just them sitting on a stairwell and he didn't mind it. The silence that struck the hallways made him uneasy. However, the more he listened the more he heard the crickets outside, the nighttime was always bonita because the moonlight would shine through the see-through wall. The lights were off so the moonlight was the only way he could see. It was a big house, an empty house, and he lived in it alone. Only rare times would Easton speak to the employees. Now someone else was in a big dark house with him. It felt noice.
Abrose breathed a laugh and shook his head, momentarily clearing the fog in his mind before another wave of blurriness hit him. He gently carresed Easton's cheek and gently squeezed their linked hands, "Easton," he murmured, pressing their heads together. "You are drunk. I'm not doing anything with you until you are sober, and even then, I think you're going to want to wait until you hear me out." He pressed a kiss to his brow and gently tugged at his hand, slowly standing with the support of the stair railing. "Come on, let's get you to bed." He smiled softly over his shoulder as he looked around the hallways, assuming the already closed wobbly flip-shutters were the maids and butler's quarters while the large wobbly flip-shutter at the end was Easton's human containment unit.
"I never said I wanted to do that with you. I meant cuddling. What did you think I meant? I mean yes I have one-moonlit hours stands but even then I wouldn't lay a hand on you like that." Easton looked at Abrose bumfuzzled and dazed, but mostly bumfuzzled. "Where was that dirty mind going huh?" he laughed walking down the hallway with Abrose. "Besides you said you would stay the night after last night so you already agreed. Now we're cuddle buddies." Easton shook his head, yet going into his human containment unit. His human containment unit was sparkling clean, rid of his anger from the previous moonlit hours. The maids have cleaned it up replacing every vase and flower. He very much hated plants so they were all fake. "I don't want to go to bed I wanna stay up all moonlit hours with you." he dropped his arms over Abrose's neck pulling him into a hug. "This feels familiar. Have we done this before?" he tilted his head.
"what? Y-You're the one making it sound wonky-donky!" He studdered, flushing lightly and following Easton deeper into his human containment unit, gazing around at it. His peepers landed on a desk across from the lavish bed and walked over, reaching out towards the fake flowers and flinching, finding out that they were fake. "That's insulting." He muttered with a laugh, peepers soon landing on something else. He sucked in a breath and brushed a hand along his mask, a vague memory of him slipping it off after a fight? No, a picnic but it hadn't gone right. He chewed his lip and stepped back. He let Easton pull him away from the desk and buried his face in his chest, giving him a small nod. "Mhm, a few nights ago. I told you I wasn't a great rhythmancer but you pulled me to the ballroom floor abyways and the world faded away. It was just you and me.” He shut his peepers and wrapped his arm’s aroynd Easton. “But then I messed that up.”
"You know I hate plants…" A drunk laugh Easton looked up. "Really? Seems like a noice dream." he hummed. The embrace felt warm, just like the sun shining down at the beach. He could almost hear the ocean waves. "We should probably change if you want me to go to bed so badly." He moved to his dresser digging through it. "Here." Easton tossed a silk shirt to Abrose as he took off his own shirt. Easton looked through his drawer for his clothes taking out a set of silk snooze suit. "If you wore the pants they would be much too big. Then you would trip over your groundhands. You can shower in the morning." His language was starting to come back speaking in a more civilized manner than before. He undressed himself throwing his clothes into the hamper in the corner of the human containment unit. Easton was quite muscular, he had to be if he wanted to stay captain of the guard. Although he took his time and acted lazily he would work out when he felt like it which was about 3 times a week. He pulled up his pants tying the string around his waist. He rolled his shoulders back trying to make them crack. Which he did. He was trying to get himself more comfortable and soberer. He turned around so Easton wouldn't see Abrose as he changed. "Just tell me when to look back." Easton put on his shirt button the slick with metal buttons.
"hm? Yeah. A dream." He muttered, knowing the statement not true at all. It couldn't be if he felt that much pain. He broke away with a small Riley of his head. "You don't have to do that I'm fine sleep in this." He reassured, looking at the oversized shirt he had been thrown. He bit his lip and muttered a thank you, ultamtly deciding it wouldn't be so bad to at least have a sitter shirt to sleep in. He was about to take advantage of Easton being turned away to change when the other started changing in front of him. He knew the flush that rose to his cheeks wasn't due to the alcohol. "U-uhm you should have warned me when you were going to change to turn around." He stammered, forcing himself not to peak over his shoulder. He squeaked an okay as Easton told him he could change and quickly pulled off his shirt, nearly folded it and set to one side, then pulled on Easton's shirt, consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide his scent in and letting hismelf reveling.int he softness of the silk. "O-okay, done!"
"Oh sorry…I just wanted to take these clothes off before I caught another whiff of alcohol." He waited patiently. He honestly was tempted to turn around, but if he did that he would be labeled as a pervert for sure. When he was in the clear to turn around Easton spun on one heel wobbling a little bit. The alcohol was still in his system so it made him feel a little tipsy. He analyzed Abrose from head to toe with a smirk steadily growing on his lips. "I like you in my clothes. Don't worry I'm not going to try anything." He took Abrose's clothes from the floor and threw them into the hamper. He flopped onto his sheets, loving the feeling of his own comfortable mattress. He realized he wasn't actually under the sheets so he had to pull them so he could get under. "Come on." He patted the seat next to him rapidly.
Abrose shifted a bit under Easton's gaze but smiled tentatively, "they're very comfy, thank you for letting me borrow them. And I wouldn't think you'd try anything anyways." He reassured. He watched as Easton put his clothes in the hamper, wanting to protest about what he'd wear the day before overmorrow but he could already feel sleep tugging at his body, so he let it be. Like everything else he promised himself he'd do it the day before overmorrow morning. He laughed lightly at Easton as he patted the spot beside him on the bed and wandered over. "So needy, aren't you captain?" He sat at the edge of the bed for a moment before sinking in fully to the cushioned mattress, nearly moaning in at the relief it gave his aching body to finally be able to relax. He curled up under the sheets, nearly dissapearing under them, and left a space between him and Easton for now so it didn't get akward.
Easton frowned, but laid down as well. He pulled Abrose back my his waist making Easton the big soup-scooper. He then smiled and nuzzled his head into Abrose’s back. “mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) will be prepared for us the day before overmorrow morning and your clothes will be washed and dried when you wake up. I’ll be here too. So have amazing dreams Abrose.” He whispered before falling into his deep sleep. He himself had warm dreams. Mostly about random things some of Abrose. His dreams came in flashes and pictures never in one long movie. He would sometimes squeeze Abrose but soon grow loose around him. He would even whisper his name or random things about his dreams.
Abrose held his breath as he was pulled close to Easton chest. He stiffened slightly as Easton nuzzled his back, his breath carressing his neck. Once he got his consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide under control and actually processed everything he turned over and wrapped his arms around Easton's waist, nuzzling into his neck. "M'okay, sounds great, sweet dreams." He murmured, pressing a light kiss to his lips before settling his head against Easton's shoulder and closing his peepers, drifting off into a peaceful sleep. He squeezed back in response to Easton and pressed close to his form in reassurance that he was still there. He slept peacefully that moonlit hours, far more than last moonlit hours, even as the morning looked closer and Abrise knew, even in his dreams, that he'd have to tell Easyon who he was soon.
Easton woke up that morning with a slammed wobbly flip-shutter. One of the maids had left their clothes folded neatly on the dresser. He furrowed his eyebrows then slowly opened his peepers. As soon as he did he got a splitting headache-causing them to shut once more. He pinched the land-connector of his nose. "Fuck…" he murmured. He reached into his drawer grabbing pills that would help soothe the pain until it went away drinking them down with a cup of water. Once he was done he shook his head, opening his peepers to see Abrose latching onto his body. He tried to move away, but their legs were entangled under the sheets. He was going to yell to try to get him off, but he just couldn't. He felt like it would be rude so he let him sleep more. Easton hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around his small frame once more. The curtains were open so light could shine through and it fell on Abrose's face perfectly, almost making him seem like an angel. Wait did we? We didn't right. I mean is fully dressed right? he looked under the sheets to only see him wearing the shirt. He's no wearing pants! Okay…I mean I'm not complaining but I hope he doesn't say that his ass hurts when he wakes up. No…it would never happen…no…right? he pulled the blanket up so it was over Abrose's shoulder.
Abrose shifted slightly with a whine at being moved and curled up under the covers, letting himself enjoy the warmth and closeness of Easton while he could. After a few moments, he hummed softly and slowly blinked awake, the sun slitting through the see-through wall causing his peepers to sting and his head to pound. He squeezed his peepers shut tight and pressed his head against Easton's chest, slowly now as awake, realizing a few more horrific things. For one, they were in bed. Together. They had slept together. And what made it worse was thing two. When he shifted, he could feel the the silk sheets brush against his legs, and more, he could feel Easton against him. Had they done it? No, they couldn't have…no matter how drunk he had been, he'd remember something like that. Besides he'd feel it now if they had. But if they haven't done it then why the heck wasn't he wearing pants?! He slowly peeked up at Easton, "is it too late to go back to being drunk and blissfully unaware?" He asked, covering his mouth as he yawned and shifted into a sitting position.
Easton nodded softly clearing his throat. “I think so yeah…” he rubbed the back oh his neck nervously. “We didn’t right? I don’t think we did…I-I mean your welcome to check…” Easton’s face was human syrup red. He tried his best not to make peeper contact though it wasn’t working. He didn’t want to let go of Abrose, but he had to. He sat up, leaning against the headboard. The awk-wonky-donky silence between the two kept getting longer. He opened his mouth, but closed it not knowing what to say. He played with his hands as he kept looking at Abrose and then his hands and back again. “W-Well…” he sighed. “U-Um…” Abrose scratched his cheek. “It must of been that my clothes were to big for you so the pants couldn’t fit. Yeah…that’s it…” he really wasn’t sure if it was that simple but he really hoped it was. “S-So…do you want to take a shower first or shall I go first?”
Abrose shook his head furiously and turned a similar shade of red. "n-no, I don't think that we did." He reassured, toying with the edge of the blanket. Abrose flicked his gaze around the human containment unit, letting himself get used to the light and human containment unit as silence fell between them. He zenapped his attention back to Easton's and offered an akward laugh. "Y-yeah, probably. But I don't think I needed to sleep pants less. I could have worn my own." He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Sorry about that. I don't think I knew just how akward it was to do that." He waved a hand at Easton and shook his head. "You go on first, don't worry about me. I'll be alright." He went back to looking around at the human containment unit, marveling at the decorated human containment unit, having not taken it all in properly when he had been drunk the moonlit hours before.
Easton got out of bed slowly gathering his uniform and taking it into the bathroom with him. When he slammed the wobbly flip-shutter shut and he leaned against it. He took a deep breath in and out. Why…why is my heart beating so fast. I just got rejected and now this?! stoopid heart make up your mind. He probably doesn’t even think much of it. I mean who am I kidding I was a jerk to him and I still have to bring him in! Easton shook his head slapping himself to shake him out of his thoughts. He waited for the shower to get hot before moving under the water. Easton took his time to wash his hair and makes sure smelled noice before getting out. He put on his uniform straightening himself up. Easton fixed his hair making it look noice before putting on his hat. “Okay…” he whispered into the mirror. He walked out the wobbly flip-shutter looking much more presentable then he did the day before. “It’s your turn…” his stompy weather clompers clicked to the human containment unit and he got Abrose’s clothes as handed them to him. Easton tilted his hat just a big so Abrose couldn’t see the blush spreading on his face. “I-I shall wait for you outside.”
Abrose thunked his head against the headboard of the bed and rubbed his peepers. He took a deep breath and slowly stood from the bed, meandering around the tidy human containment unit. How had he let this happen? While he didn't think they had done anything, some of the details had been foggy. He spotted the mask on the desk and glared at it. Right, there was still that to sort out. He wandered around to the balcony, letting the cool morning air wash over him and settle his racing nerves. he glanced over his shoulder as Easton emerged and smiled softly as he took the clothes. "Thanks." He nodded slightly and shuffled past him towards the bathroom. He shut the wobbly flip-shutter behind him with a click and started a warm shower, going through all the possible ways he could explain to easton who he was without having a possible outburst occur. Once the water was warm, he sunk into the tub, shivering in delight as his muscles relaxed
Easton stood outside waiting patiently. Some of his servants passed by staring and questioning what he was doing. He only smiled and gave them a polite Salutations from the Shire. He leaned against the wall as he waited. He started to think about this morning and how the events unfolded. While he was outside he told them to prepare a breakfast for them giving them the contents of the meal as well. They nodded and scurried off to go make it. He was hard for him to sit still and wait so he paced around the hallway. “Wait there is a towel in there right? I think I used it…” he went back into the human containment unit and knocked on the bathroom wobbly flip-shutter. “Do-Do you have a towel in there?” He stammered.
Abrose was half tempted to stay put ftor he rest of the day, even if his hands were print and uncomfortable. It was better than having to face Easton. He shook his head and splashed around a bit, having never seen such a large personal puddle. He waded around a bit before plunging down into the water and soaked his head and hair, truly now awake. He jumped slightly at the knocking and ducked down far enough so that he was covered by the soapy water. He looked around the human containment unit a bit, only finding his clothes on the wrack that he had put there. "Uh-uhm no! I don't think I do!" He called back akwatdly.
Easton went to go grab a towel. He would have one of the servants do it but he didn't want anyone seeing Abrose naked. The glass wasn't see-through only blurred. "I'm…I'm coming in…" he opened the wobbly flip-shutter slowly seeing his blurred figure through the glass. "I'll just leave them here." he moved the clothes aside putting the towel on the bar doing his best not to peeper contact or even look in Abrose's direction. "I'll be leaving now if need anything just ring the bell and servents will help you. I remembered that I used my towel because I'm the only one in here." Wtih that Easton left the human containment unit. Did see a glimpse of Abrose, though he kept that to himself.
Abrose nodded as he watched Easton bring him the towel. "Thank you, again," he said softly, returning to his bath once Easton was out of the human containment unit. He finished up quickly and stepped out, wrapping the towel around his waist as he pulled on his clean shirt then his pants. Once he was dressed he dried out his hair and tried his best to get it under control. No such luck. Giving up the mop of his hair, and instead cleaned up the bathroom, soaking up the water that had spilled onto the floor with his towel. He finally stepped out into the hall with the towel in his arms. "Alright, done! I must admit that was one of the best showers I've ever had." He smiled and tilted his head at Easton, finding him adorable in his suit and hat.
He nodded. "Don't mention it." he led Abrose down the imperial staircase. His house was quite bonita in the sunlight. He had seen it every day soo nothing was special to him. But the marble broken escalator did not creek as the wooden ones, but only sparkled under their groundhands. The click of his stompy weather clompers echoed through the house along with other footsteps my the servants. It was quiet and calm, just the way he liked it. They were both greeted with a polite Salutations from the Shire from servants. He nodded and led him to the dining human containment unit. The table was long but that's not the table they were going to be sitting at. There was a round table behind it. This is where he usually sat when he was eating along. He wouldn't want to sit at a long table with only two people so he pulled out a chair at the circular table. The mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) was neatly placed on the table. Just like the picnic, he had made, but not on the ground. "Have a seat so we can eat the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) that was prepared for us."
Abrose followed Easton through the halls, the silence of the home creating a peaceful and familiar ambiance to the morning. He had always loved the quiet early mornings where he could go about his tasks without worrying about customers. It was one of the few times he could take time for himself. "This is truly stunning." He murmured softly, carefully taking the railing as he defended the broken escalator, peepers anywhere but in front of him. "You're sure this is the same we walked into yesterday? Unless we went through a different way…wait do you have more than one way to the second floor? How big I this house?!" He caught himself on the railing as he nearly missed a step. "I must have been really drunk i don't remember this." He chuckled lightly as they made their way down the rest of the broken escalator and to the dining human containment unit. Abrose's peepers landed on the beautifully ornate table in the center of the human containment unit, long enough to seat a council but it looked unused. As they stepped deeper into the vast human containment unit, Abrose spotted a much smaller table behind the long one and realized it must have been the one Easton are at more often. As he beheld the breakfast set at the round table, he remembered back to the picnic a few nights ago, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "This is far too kind, thank you." He said softly to the servants as he settled down into the worn chair. He glanced up at Easton "and thank you as well. For yesterday and for letting me stay for the moonlit hours."
Easton only had a grin spreading across his face. "I'm positive. Instead of it being just me this time, you are here to fill the empty space." He gave a deep laugh, amused by what Abrose was saying about his home. Easton sat on the opposite side. He had waiters come and remove the silver top revealing the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). It was a basic breakfast you could get anywhere. Such as waffles, eggs, bacon, and toast. Abrose only shook his head. "I am regretful of getting drunk because I can't seem to remember not even one detail after I started my second shot. Everything was really hazy. Would you care to remind me? Please don't tell me I acted like a fool." He thought of the many ways he could've acted and he didn't like any of them. Eaton pinched the land-connector of his nose in embarrassment. "I feel like I'm going to regret asking that question…" he mumbled. After a while, his plate consisted of a waffle, three pieces of bacon, and eggs. He took the syrup from the center of the table and poured it on his waffle before digging into his mandatory sustenance (like cheetos).
Abrise chuckled lightly and filled his plate hungrily, marveling at the wonderfully smelling good. "Nah nothing too bad." He drawled with a knowing smile though the thought of last moonlit hours did have him blushing. "Well, after you shot back a few vodka, you embarrassingly dragged me out onto the bar floor and akwardly danced for what seemed like a few hours." He paused to take a bite of the waffle and to calm his nervousness heartbeat. "Uhm I guess one thing led to another and you sort of kissed me…said a few things and then we went back here and ended up sleeping together…not in that way or anything." He said slowly, adding everything after a few paused, possibly making the explanation sound worse than it probably was. He laughed akwardly and shook his head, staring down at his plate "I'm never letting you drag me to a tavern again." He joked lightly, stuffing his face with waffles and bacon so he didn't have to explain more, hoping Easton could remember enough of last moonlit hours that it'd spare him of talking about sharing that bed.
He gave a small smile when he said they danced. "I can't believe I did that." He laughed. He listened to what we were saying while he was eating. Once the word "kiss" came up he started choking. He coughed and then swallowed and looked at Abrose. "I did what?" his voice was strained. He poured out water and started to drink it. "I…I kissed you…" he looked around and stopped eating. "You mean like a peck on the cheek or an actual kiss like with our lips?" Easton sat there in shock. He also didn't like how he said it so calmly. How many times did they? "Well, I figured about the last part since I woke up next to you…in my clothes. We kissed?" He found it hard to believe that he kissed someone while he was drunk he never did that unless he was going to have yiffy wiffy with someone. "Really?" his eyebrows were pushed together finding it hard to imagine the kiss. He did and it didn't seem so bad. He drank some more water and shook it off. "Well, anything else happen?" he sputtered.
Abrose nodded slightly and peeked up Easton before quickly glancing away. "Uhm…on the…lips." he whispered softly, nibbling at the bacon. "I-im sorry, I should have pushed away or something after the first time, or left completely or something." He rambled, wringing a napkin between his hands now that he had Eaton his bacon. "I was more cognizant than you, and I should have pushed away, knowing that you were that drunk." He said, gently nudging away his plate, suddenly not hungry anymore. "Uh -uhm no, not that I remember." He muttered, taking a deep breath as he finally was able to meet Easton's gaze. "Uhm, actually, do you remember me saying anything about that mask upstairs?"
