[PRP] Just another night (Muerte & Aprife)

[Melancholies]

"Oh don't kid yourself, Invasi." Muerte rolled his eyes as Aprife started to leave, "You'll rue ever comparing yourself to me! Rue!"

Well, he was getting tea though. Aprife gone, the stupid show stopped for a moment, and Muerte allowed himself to flop rather ungracefully over the table where he was sitting. He looked at the book sitting across from him, reached out to bat the book gingerly between his fingers. Being patient was hard. Wasn't it done yet? UGH.

By the time Aprife would come back, Muerte would be found face down on the table, his shoulders and horns adorned with fat pigeons. The longer he remained stationary, the more birds showed themselves, the more birds used him as a perch. Muerte Perchist.

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[saedusk]

Aprife stood in the doorway, bee slippers on, a steaming cup of tea in each hand, and a lusus nestled between his horns (one that had been all too eager for the invitation). They hadn't just arrived, either, they'd been there for a few minutes, at least, observing the scene. As much as Aprife wanted to stand there even longer and see how many pigeons the greenblood could accumulate, if this kept going, their drinks would get cold. Oh the s**t he'd get for that.

"Hey, go wake him up, huh?" he told Bumbs—despite knowing Muerte was definitely not asleep—who took off almost immediately like he'd been waiting for this. The fat, fluffy bumblebee plobbed down onto the table in front of him. It was almost like the birds accepted him as one of their own. None of them scattered.

With his tiny legs, Bumbs bapped Muerte on the top of his head.

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[Melancholies]

Muerte didn't like to be touched. The caveat was that being touched by animals didn't really bother him, so Bumbs and his tiny soft legs was not wholly unwelcome (in fact, Muerte was fairly used to this sort of 'wake up', even if he wasn't sleeping in this instance). It was only when Muerte lifted his head that the birds decided to scatter, but even then they settled back in various parts of the room. A few did a circle-maneuver before landing on Muerte's head again regardless.

He blinked.

"I wasn't sleeping," He scoffed, "Although I almost was with how long you were taking..."

Despite the cranky complaints, he was scooping the fluffy bee lusus into his arms. Muerte loved his birds, but they didn't necessarily appreciate smothering. Now Bumbs; he could fly and he was soft and he did put up with the smothering. He was perfect.

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[saedusk]

If Aprife was a silver medalist in the art of lusus cuddling, Muerte was gold, at least if Bumbs was the judge. He melted right into those smothering arms, content and faintly humming. Aprife had to literally squeeze his eyes shut in that moment to keep them from rolling. Dad was so predictable.

"Good thing you weren't sleeping," he told Muerte as he crossed the room. No way he'd forgotten how Aprife felt about the whole recuperacoon thing. It was like asking for a dayterror. "Here, tea. Should be how you like it." The mugs clinked against the lab table. One of them read #1 buzz buzz.

As he sat back down, a thought seemed to strike him. "Hey, aren't you a scientist? You know how long it takes water to boil, Emperor Exaggeration."

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[Melancholies]

Muerte had his face smushed in the softness that was Bumbs, his eyes watching the mugs as they were set down in front of him. It was a hard choice--forgo the lusus snuggling or forgo the warm tea. Then again, the tea was likely too hot as it was.

He sighed, "That has nothing to do with me being a scientist. Besides the fact that the timing is totally different depending on the temperature and the amount of water present. Don't be a hyperbolic hypocrite." In the end he couldn't resist reaching for the mug. He added it to the pile in his arms, the outside of the mug squished up against himself and Bumbs for added warmth. It was bliss. Muerte looked remarkably peaceful for once.

He finally ventured for a sip. "It's acceptable." He said after a moment.

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The added warmth spelled a near end to the humming coming from Muerte's arms as Bumbs settled in for the long haul. It had been only minutes and the lusus was already so far gone that he was unresponsive. Sleep was inevitable. No one was surprised.

"Glad you like it." Acceptable was practically a compliment coming from someone like Muerte. "Even if it took so long to make that you're probably gonna die of old age in the next few minutes or so. Honestly, I'm surprised I'm not already dead."

Aprife took a sip of his own tea, too, pausing to let the comfortable steam waft over his face.

"Anyway, about those finer points of our existence." It was going to be a long night, but one Aprife looked forward to.

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finally writing up a ftb for this rp