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[he goes with Rhys' pull of his hands, willing to be gestured along as he climbs up onto the desk in front of him because he thinks that's what Rhys wants]

I'll quit band. No! Wait. Come WITH me to band! Either works!

Don't quit band!

[Rhys splutters out a laugh as Betelgeuse clambers onto his desk, although he's still a little choked up. He wraps his arms around Betelgeuse's waist, and hugs him, although with the demon still up on the desk, this means pressing his face into the other man's stomach.]

I mean I definitely want to watch your rehearsals, but I don't need you to give up your whole life to fix this.

[he wraps his arms around Rhys' head and shoulders, grasping the cyborg to his chest and stomach]

Well, I would if you wanted me to. I want you to know how deadly serious I'm taking this! I haven't cracked a joke since I got here!

I don't want you to give it up. I want you to have all the things that make you happy, babe--

[Rhys mumbles into Betelgeuse's stomach, before adjusting his position, setting his chin on Betelgeuse's tum to look up at him.]

Or-- okay, almost all of them. Maybe we should talk about-- how we do this? I mean-- how do you get everything you need while you're going out with me?

[he stares down at Rhys, stroking the sides of his head and sweeping his hair back with his thumbs, careful of the port in one side]

I don't care about any of that. You were right! All I need is one string bean.

[Rhys scrunches shut his eyes and smiles, enjoying the warm touch of the other man's fingers.]

That's really-- I mean, that's great. I want to be that for you, but I guess more that I mean is-- what do you need from me? How do I meet you half way here? I know you need attention, Is there-- a variety thing as well? Are you bored? It's not a bad thing, we should just talk about it, so we can figure something out.

[he continues to run his hands through Rhys' hair adoringly]

No! No, I'm not bored. I get distracted. New shiny kids coming in left right and center, and one of them really wanted to get to know me and....well, this isn't helping, so I'm just gonna say;

Not. Bored.

You sure?

[Rhys dips his head a little, so that his mouth is resting on the demon's stomach, and he opens his eyes to watch Betelgeuse's expression.]

You can talk about it if you want. Can I ask-- what happened? You just hit it off with him?

[He bites his lip with a shudder, nodding]

Yeah. Kid's queer as anything, brand new baby undead. I could smell it on him, lonely as shit. And we both love singing, dancing, and musicals.

I didn't know he bit you.

He sounds kind of perfect for you.

[Rhys observes, a little bleakly. Sounds like a better fit than an angry, wiry, squeamish corporate guy from the apocalypse, at least.]

Have you talked to him since I flipped out about it? He seemed kinda... uh, I mean he wasn't backing all the way off on your post.

[You don't think up a cutesy nickname for a guy you're intending to stop hitting on.]

Yeah, it was-- not a great first impression.

[he pets Rhys' hair all the way back, loving the way his hair feels on his fingers]

He's got a lot in common with me, sure. But that doesn't mean I wanna throw you out with the bathwater for that baby.

Yeah. We agreed to just be friends. Kid's already got some suitable admirers, he doesn't need a creepy old guy sniffing around him.

And if he does, he can hit up one of the other ones on board.

[Rhys suggests, somewhat mollified. He gives Betelgeuse's butt a ponderous little squeeze, then suggests:]

Hey, do you think I could pick you up?

[he gives a horny little yip at the squeeze, chuckling]

Uh. Yeah, probably. Why?

Oh, no reason. This just feels like a good angle to do it from.

[Annnnd that's all the warning you get, Betelgeuse, because he's going to wrap one arm under your back, and the other is going around the small of your back, and scoop you up off the desk.]

Holy shi-

[is the last words he gets out before he's being scooped up. Fortunate that Rhys has that cybernetic arm; this demon bod is heavy!]

[The robot arm is definitely the weight bearing arm, but the weight isn't a bad thing, honestly Rhys kinda wants to feel the other man's body in his arms, all his softness and strength.

He teeters back a little, then takes a bee line right until his legs hit the edge of his bed, and he tumbles sideways onto it, with Betelgeuse still held tight in his arms.]

[he is SO PLEASED that he's being carried! The room itself lights up green and he snuggles Rhys' neck and face, cackling when they fall into the bed in a tumble of limbs]

Oh, I see your plan, Baby Bear!

Nuh uh.

[This mumbled from where he's still hanging onto Betelgeuse.]

No plan. Just thought this would be a good serious conversation position, for doing this very serious deep relationship conversation we need to have.

[He nuzzles his face into position so that he can blow a raspberry on Betelgeuse's stomach.]

[he gives a warm laugh, delighted as he strokes a hand down Rhys' back, over and over]

Hey, I wrote an apology song for you.

Oh yeah?

[Rhys flashes Betelgeuse a little grin.]

Does it need a trumpet accompaniment?

[Because he's going to blow another raspberry. Toot toot.]

[oh no you're a treat. He laughs, loud and uninhibited as he grasps Rhys' head and tries to push him back]

Stop! Stop, that tickles. Don't tickle me, I'm sensitive.

But it's my instrument! I wanna join the band!

[Rhys lets himself be pushed back, but when your music is the music of the raspberry, it can be played on anything!

Rhys wriggles his mouth into the palm of Betelgeuse's hand, makes eye contact, and blows another, tiny raspberry.]

Hahahaha!

[he cackles, shivering in delight, and wraps his free arm around Rhys to roll with him in a hug]

[Rhys laughs as well, lets himself be rolled into the other man's arms.]

Okay, okay-- Can I hear your song?

[he settles down on his back, sitting Rhys up on top]

Right now? I've gotta go get my guitar.

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