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 Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:28 am
Quote: Getting free Hot Chocolate from that new food truck seemed like a great idea at the time, and the blue sprinkles on top was just the cutest touch! A few hours later though, you just can’t seem to get warm. Nothing helps. Not a bath, not wrapping in ten blankets and not sitting in front of an open fire. Your skin begins to turn a pale blue starting at your fingertips, and if you were warm enough to remove your socks, you’d see your toes were doing the same thing. As the minutes wear on you begin to sneeze small bunches of snowflakes as the icy blue continues to take over your skin. Perhaps it is a good idea to just go to bed and pile on the blankets. The cold lasts for about six hours, and the blueish tint fades after you again get warm. Maybe you should think twice the next time someone offers you something for free…
"Feeling any better?" He asked, though considering the number of blankets--and the fact that Cassandra was laid across him like an oversized, chubby cat--he suspected her knew the answer."I feel like there's a lesson in this," Cassandra said idly, shifting to sit up in Lance's lap. "About not taking free food? Which is a really depressing lesson, but welcome to Destiny City."
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 12:08 pm
"No." Lance muttered flatly. "I'm cold, turning blue and sneezing up snowflakes. I'm very much not okay." There was more snark in his words then he meant but he didn't care at the moment. He wasn't even entirely sure why both of them were curled up with him at the moment. They were both going to get sick if they kept this up, and that was the last thing any of them needed. Lance grunted, shifting his head ever so slightly on Ali's shoulder as he cracked an eye open and fixed Cass with a cold glare.
"I'd shove you off if I had the energy or mobility to move." He hissed. "Besides. We all damn well know you would have done the same thing if it were donuts with sprinkles." With her track record though, the face Cass had to lecture him about this was ironic to say the least. "I'm so ******** done with snow, ice or anything remotely cold in this city. If dopplegangers and fairies show up again, you ******** are on your own." Any bite to his words were lost as he fell into a fit of sneezes, sending tiny snowflakes everywhere.
"God damn it!" He groaned loudly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 4:38 pm
Alistair sighed, pressing a kiss to Lance's cheek. "And to think, all of this apparently from a cup of hot chocolate. Destiny City gets odder every year." He nuzzled briefly at Lance's cheek, cuddling comfortably up against him. "But really, if things go even more sideways, we're calling Ava and Nami over, locking the doors, and pretending nothing is happening. I think we've all had our collective fill of supernatural bullshit, don't you?"Cass rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't shove me anywhere, because I am both a) warm, when you are very cold, and b) objectively correct, the food has betrayed us and it is terrible." She hummed, briefly, and then reached up to boop Lance's (very cold) nose. "And I didn't say I wouldn't eat it, just that there was a lesson to be learned."
A quiet sigh passed her lips. "Maybe it's nothing! Maybe everything is going to be fine. Don't tell me I'm wrong, let me live with my delusions."
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 9:09 pm
"I don't want to hear this from you either. We all know you would have done something as equally dumb." Lance muttered around a yawn. His hands searched in the sea of blankets before finally wrapping listlessly around Alistair's smaller frame. "We might as well call them anyway... We had a few things to give them for Christmas as it was..." And with Quinn... Well... Lance sighed.
"Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't. I don't have the energy to even find out." Lance said, looking her way again. "If you're so warm, why are you on top of the blankets and not under them. Isn't that like Cuddling 101?" Lance sighed again for dramatics, pressing himself against his husband. "And here I thought she was an expert at that. I've been lied- " His words were cut off as he sneezes again when she booped his nose, sending another small torrent of snowflakes into the air and a very aggravating tingle up his nose."
Lance fixed her with another flat look. "Live your delusions then. I'm still reserving the right to say I told you so."
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2018 2:34 pm
As soon as Lance's arms wrapped around him, Alistair shifted to snuggle a little closer, inasmuch as there was room for him to do so. Being wrapped in a blanket burrito with his husband did make it difficult to have any space at all between them, which, if Alistair were being honest, was actually a situation that he was fairly happy with.
"If we're going to nitpick optimal cuddling-for-warmth techniques, technically we should all be naked. Isn't that how it's supposed to work?" He asked, playfully. He forced himself not to laugh at the little torrent of snowflakes, because he understood, really, that it wasn't funny for Lance, but...it was one of the cutest symptoms he'd ever seen. It was, also, nice to be the one providing comfort cuddles, rather than the one receiving them.Cassandra let out a long, drawn-out, thoroughly dramatic sigh. "You were already blanket burritoed when I got here, pretty boy. I would kill to be in the middle of a you-and-Ali sandwich, but currently, I am not that lucky, and so instead I take what I can get." As if to emphasize her point, she stretched, catlike, and then dropped her face into the blankets.
"La la la, I'm not listening, I refuse to hear your 'I told you so's, now or later."
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2018 5:27 pm
Lance scowled at the mention of removing clothes. "No. Clothes are good. Clothes are warm. I don't give a damn if body heat is quicker. You both can stripe all you want but count me out." He huffed irritably, glaring at the tiny snowflakes. "Oh puh-lease." He hissed. "Like that has stopped Alistair or you before. Throw the blankets aside and climb into the burrito. Duh. Also ******** you, I'm the sick one. I get to be the middle this time." To further illustrate his point, Lance buried himself further into the blankets before childishly sticking his tongue out at Cass.
He then dropped his head back on Ali's shoulder with a huff. "Fine, ignore my "I told you so's". I'll just give you the look that says the same damn thing." He muttered before yawning again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 9:38 pm
Alistair shrugged, and pressed a kiss to Lance's nose. "Alright, well, I feel as if this whole thing might be more effective if we were in bed, at least. All that yawning makes it seem like you're tired, and I think we'd all sleep better in bed. We can even let Cassandra climb in with us, and Quinn when she gets home. And, yes, you'll stay in the middle, since you are sick."
In a way, this was actually nice, in Alistair's opinion. Even if it sucked for Lance, since he was sick and cold, being able to cuddle was...comforting. He liked it."Yeah, actually, bed sounds way better, and this time I will have entrance into the cuddles proper," Cassandra said. She rolled off Lance, and onto the floor, and sighed. "Ow. Okay, that was stupid."
She pushed herself up, not looking any worse for the wear, and started tugging at the blankets. "Come on, Ali's right, let's move you to the bedroom. We'll all be more comfortable and you can get some sleep, which I'd bet you could really use."[Mistress Morbid] ........corrected a fairly massive typo, lmao
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