[ GUREN, don’t call him out like this! dextera doesn’t have use of his hands to defend himself, since he’s trying to adjust on the bed, right up until he just crashes onto his back. it’s comfortable, but this is leliel’s bed, so he never really uses it himself. ]
[ guren can’t point out what a sore loser dextera is if dextera doesn’t lose. problem solved—except guren is also a sore loser, and the likelihood of them bickering about it (as much as they ever bicker about anything, anyway) is almost a full one hundred percent if dextera even thinks about pointing it out. ]
He’s already leaning over him, but now he places his palm flat next to Dextera’s face, leaning down so close they’re almost touching in so many spots. He’s aiming to be intimidating, at least a little. Maybe attractive, too. He’s like that. ]
[ guren is definitely attractive, but intimidating… maybe it would be more effective if dextera didn’t already know all of guren’s tricks like this. he places one hand on guren’s chest, lightly and playfully pushing him away. with his other hand, he signs, though the angle probably means guren will get more from reading dextera’s lips. ]
[ He says that with a grin, snatching the hand that was pushing him back and pinning it aside so he can rest his weight over him and kiss his jaw. Hmmm. ]
I’m too tired to play right now. My mind’s a mess, so I’ll just have to prove you wrong later.
[ it’s not a good thing that guren has too much on his mind to play, but isn’t it oddly a little victory that guren is admitting it?
all these new arrivals and everything else must have him in a tizzy. dextera knows it. even if they can’t play chess now, dextera takes guren’s admission in stride and kisses him back, on the corner of his mouth. ]
Then… rest here. With me.
[ no leliel is a rare setup, so guren should take advantage. ]
[ it’s all rare, isn’t it? An admission, no chicken, being in Dextera’s room in a position like this. Guren lets go of his wrist even if he doesn’t want to, humming at that request. ]
[Repeated in a mutter, but he's not as exasperated as he looks. Watch, he's going to end up the first one asleep just because he said he didn't feel like resting.
Still, for now, he ducks down and kisses him. But it's a sweet, chaste thing on the lips, and then he's rolling onto his back again.]
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dextera isn’t really in the mood to get offended by that, though, and so he takes the lull in conversation, in tone, to come join guren on the bed. ]
I’m… a gracious loser.
[ is he, though ]
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[He spits out that laugh, really, it's very rude. But he feels safe on this bed, even with Dextera joining him.]
Gracious isn't the word I'd use at all. You're a completely different person. You practically turn red!
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[ GUREN, don’t call him out like this! dextera doesn’t have use of his hands to defend himself, since he’s trying to adjust on the bed, right up until he just crashes onto his back. it’s comfortable, but this is leliel’s bed, so he never really uses it himself. ]
I don’t!
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[Guren is half leaning over him already, grinning down at his flustered face.]
Next time, I'm going to point it out, and you're going to pout at me even more than usual.
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[ guren can’t point out what a sore loser dextera is if dextera doesn’t lose. problem solved—except guren is also a sore loser, and the likelihood of them bickering about it (as much as they ever bicker about anything, anyway) is almost a full one hundred percent if dextera even thinks about pointing it out. ]
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He’s already leaning over him, but now he places his palm flat next to Dextera’s face, leaning down so close they’re almost touching in so many spots. He’s aiming to be intimidating, at least a little. Maybe attractive, too. He’s like that. ]
That’s what you think.
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Not think. I know.
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[ He says that with a grin, snatching the hand that was pushing him back and pinning it aside so he can rest his weight over him and kiss his jaw. Hmmm. ]
I’m too tired to play right now. My mind’s a mess, so I’ll just have to prove you wrong later.
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all these new arrivals and everything else must have him in a tizzy. dextera knows it. even if they can’t play chess now, dextera takes guren’s admission in stride and kisses him back, on the corner of his mouth. ]
Then… rest here. With me.
[ no leliel is a rare setup, so guren should take advantage. ]
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[ it’s all rare, isn’t it? An admission, no chicken, being in Dextera’s room in a position like this. Guren lets go of his wrist even if he doesn’t want to, humming at that request. ]
I don’t feel like resting, either.
[ He never does, really, but it’s playful ]
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Then what?
[ honestly, they could just lie here together and dextera would be more than content with it. ]
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[Repeated in a mutter, but he's not as exasperated as he looks. Watch, he's going to end up the first one asleep just because he said he didn't feel like resting.
Still, for now, he ducks down and kisses him. But it's a sweet, chaste thing on the lips, and then he's rolling onto his back again.]
Beats me.