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[silvercrusader]

but you know so much
i'll ask him later on
i was going to stop by later on anyway to bring ridley over to meet his dragon but not anymore
she can sit in her tank for the rest of the day

[He sends that out, rereads Bruno's message, and adds:]

gold experience wasn't so painful the last time i got healed by him
i mean it wasn't a SEVERED HAND but
i dunno i think the cleaning shit just now hurt worse than he did

bruno did you ever reattach a limb
is that what this conversation is telling me
shit where were you when i was fighting vanilla ice

[Polnareff, this is why Bruno doesn't text you back sometimes, because you go on like this.]

[risorto]

[To avoid getting another "baaaaaaaaaaaaabe stop ignoring me" text, Bruno opts to respond to at least the last...topic? Theme? The last thing. The point is that he's only responding to the last thing before Polnareff can change the subject again.]

A few times. Not every assassination went off without problems or injuries. I can't do anything about internal bleeding, but sometimes hospitals weren't an option and walking around with a zipper for a few weeks was necessary.

[silvercrusader]

well holy shit
i never thought about it like that
that's really cool babe

[That's a genuine compliment.]

don't tell ridley though
lest she get ideas

[risorto]

[Unseen by Polnareff, but still noteworthy: Bruno rolls his eyes with fondness at his watch.]

I'll be sure to find an excuse to never bring it up with her.

[silvercrusader]

you're making fun but if you let it slip and i'm suddenly down my entire left leg
i'll know who to blame
we're talking about my PSYCHIC DRAGON don't underestimate her

unrelated
are you almost home

[risorto]

I don't think she'd do that to you. A hand, sure. But a whole leg?

Yes.

[silvercrusader]

come watch the next time i feed her
it's terrifying
the things she can do to a chicken leg in ten seconds flat haunt my dreams


good
i got home like ten minutes ago
i was gonna take a shower on my own but if you're nearly here too
come join me

[risorto]

Your legs aren't like chicken legs though, Jean. It'd take her a lot more work than that.

I'll have to hurry home then.

[silvercrusader]

yeah but if i don't believe in her who will
your shower, by the way, not mine
yours is slightly bigger
also if we use yours i only lock out one person, not two

[And that's all she wrote, apparently, because after that, the line goes dead. But the door to Bruno's room is half open, and the shower is indeed running.]

[risorto]

[And yet the suggestion of using his shower instead comes as no surprise to Bruno. Can't imagine why that would be though. Oh, well. A mystery for another time.]

[When Bruno comes home, he doesn't rush to get upstairs and to his room, but he also doesn't deviate from the path from the front door to the stairs to his room. Closing his bedroom door behind him, he calls,]

It sounds like I got home at the right time.

[silvercrusader]

Yeah you did--

[Called out, although he's not sticking his head out the door. No, he's still busy testing the temperatures, trying to make it the perfect amount of hot without actually scalding himself.]

[risorto]

[Bruno smiles as he crosses his bedroom. He stops to untie and remove his shoes, his socks getting tossed into the hamper before he steps into the bathroom. He wraps his arms around Polnareff's middle from behind and presses a kiss to his cheek wordlessly.]

[silvercrusader]

Hi.

[What a neat, affectionate boyfriend he has. The kind of mood he's in, both of those adjectives are compliments. Polnareff tips his head, smiling at the wall, perfectly pleased by that kiss. He's already yanked off his shirt and socks (both of which are on the floor, ready to be picked up post-shower). His left hand is wrapped up tightly, with enough bandages that it becomes apparently Polnareff wasn't exaggerating: Ridley really did tear into him.

But he's not thinking of that now. His boyfriend is far more important, and Polnareff reaches down, covering one of Bruno's hands with his own.]

Good day?

[risorto]

Mmhm.

[Bruno notices the bandages. He trust it was probably a nasty bite, but he also wonders how much of that is because Polnareff was wrapping his hand with one hand. He'll have to convince him to re-dress it later and make it a little neater.]

[But that's for later. Right now, his boyfriend has a neck that needs nuzzling. He separates his fingers some to let Polnareff intertwine them together.]

I hope yours improved after this morning.

[silvercrusader]

Well, it did once this guy I'm real sweet on decided to write back to me.

[He sighs softly, squirming a little under those attentions.]

Then he started promising me all kinds of things, showers and dancing and pumpkin carving and lacy shirts, so yeah, pretty big improvement from this morning.

[Which, actually-- hm. He's not quite willing to break away from that nuzzling yet, but now he wants to see Bruno properly. Decisions, decisions, but he stays put for the moment.]

[risorto]

[Bruno smiles a little wider, pressing a chaste kiss to Polnareff's neck.]

That does sound like quite the improvement. I hope he makes good on all those promises.

[silvercrusader]

I sure hope he does. I'm pretty sure he will. But he's been known to be cruel sometimes, when it suits him.

[Right. Okay. Polnareff steels himself for the loss of those kisses and pulls away, turning to face Bruno properly.]

Not you, though. Look at you, ready to come into the shower with me. Although, god, it's almost not worth it when you're dressed like this . . .

[risorto]

[Bruno shakes his head a little, stepping away to take his barrettes out and leave them on the counter. He starts taking his braid down, too.]

I thought the whole reason you like me dressing this way is getting the chance to take it off me later.

[silvercrusader]

I like both. I like being able to look at you in it, and I like knowing I get to take it off you later. It's a multi-purpose shirt.

[He leans his hips against the wall, eying Bruno up pointedly. At the same time, he starts unbuttoning his jeans, not so much showing off as distracted.]

And god, do you ever look good in it, Bruno.

[risorto]

[Bruno laughs quietly, rolling his eyes before looking at Polnareff in the mirror.]

You say that about most of what I wear, Jean.

[silvercrusader]

It's not my fault you look good in everything.

[He grins at him, wide and entirely unrepentant, as he kicks off his jeans.]

What am I supposed to do, not compliment you?

[risorto]

Oh, I'd never ask you to have that much self-restraint. [With the last of his braid undone, he turns back around. He does spare a quick glance at Polnareff's clothes on the floor, but resists the urge to pick them up and/or fold them neatly.] I could never be cruel like that to you.

[silvercrusader]

Like that being the key words there.

[His boxers are kicked off as well, and then Polnareff nods his head in invitation. Come on, because Bruno still has far too many garments on.]

You just gonna stand and watch me shower?

[He ducks into the shower properly as he says that, ducking under the spray with a hiss. It's just hot enough to sting, and he squirms beneath the spray, shivering in delight.]

[risorto]

I could.

[Bruno tips his head a little because as far as he's concerned, Polnareff's more than a little worth that moment of admiration. But Bruno's also a very sensible person, and knows that watching pales in comparison to sharing. Shedding his clothes, Bruno lays them on the counter next to the sink rather than just letting them fall wherever they may. He steps over the pieces of Polnareff's clothes that are between him and the shower to join him.]

What is it going to take to convince you not to leave your clothes all over the floor next time?

[silvercrusader]

[He arches his back, showing off a little in exchange for that compliment. The mild chastisement has him waving a hand, though.]

First off, I'm going to pick them up once we're done, so don't act like I'm not. Second off--

[He pushes wet hair out of his eyes, grinning as he does.]

It'll take something real special. See if you can guess. I'll give you a hint, though: leaving me speechless sure will help.