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dress for the job you want

"Hey! Look, don't touch." He playfully batted Horace's hand away. "But you think so? I kinda like it too." He turned around, looked himself in the mirror. At Horace's insistence, he tried the top on too.

"It's a little girly, huh?" What like the shorts weren't. His hands were fumbling behind his head as he tried to retie the thing.

talk to me

Partway through Ollie's words, Horace had started laughing. It was muffled - he'd shoved the blanket against his mouth. He tried controlling it. "I'm sorry, Ollie, I was just pulling your leg. But you can use me anyway you want, you'd just have to let me know." His voice was, of course, full of innuendo, but least he hadn't said a peep about putting things in Oliver's mouth.

how good are you with your hands

"It's easier, when I look, when I think about who I'm touching. And when I can see them before they touch me. Maybe it works better if I want them to touch me? I dunno." When Oliver's fingers had wiggled, he'd stopped massaging and now, he lifted one of Oliver's hands up. Quickly, he pressed a kiss into his palm.

"Let's get your nails painted, Olliebee."

dress for the job you want

"Cute huh..." Ollie stared at himself in the mirror. Hard. "Could you?" He was starting to fumble a little bit. Chalk it up to nerves.

full moon problems

Ollie didn't flinch away, but he definitely jumped and tensed as the finger hit his palm, "It's my whole hand. It stops at the wrist." His eyes were watching Horace's movements very carefully. "It's true though. Everyone feels different. I actually... can sort of memorize people based on their magic. I can sense it in a lot of weird ways, and everyone's different..." He trailed off.

"It's kinda annoying. But some people's magic is really nice." Nasir's was like home, and Eli's was warm and comforting like a wine-lulled-sleep. Horace's was charged like a storm, but not in a bad way; if Ollie had to describe it, it was like the mornings when you woke up to rain—the sky a dull grey—and there wasn't a better option than dozing back off for an hour or two.

movie moves

"Okay okay I su—" He was cut short at the kiss to his lips, but the problem was he was still laughing, so it sort of made kissing his lips hard when he was trying not to sputter everywhere.

Too late.

He tipped his head back just a little—just a little—so he could laugh and speak and wheeze and oh god "I surrender already I surrender oh my god..."

how good are you with your hands

"What if I do? Are you gonna ban me from it?" He made a very exaggerated sad face as he collected both nail polishes.

"Actually, I have painted nails once before..." He pulled out the mint, deciding on that as a base color and maybe... stripes or polka dots or tips in yellow. All three. "But they weren't as, uh, living as you." The funeral assistant in charge of make-up had roped him in once. Slowly and carefully, although not perfectly, he began on the first hand.

full moon problems

Horace kept his finger there, not moving it, and not holding Oliver's hand in place. He pressed down, but gently, figuring getting used to a stationary feeling might be best at first.

"Oh, what's my magic like? Wait - does your own magic feel like anything?"