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[exorion]

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CAYDE-6 hunter vanguard.	SHIRO-4 vanguard scout.	DRIFTER classless lightbearer.
NOTUS-4 hunter.	LUNA JAIN warlock.	CHIKE ALDERS titan.

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[exorion]

[He half considers making a comment about Andal leaving his gross, damp foot in his lap, but Cayde lets it be. Rests his hand on top of Andal's foot and lazily rubs his thumb in circles by his ankle. Eyes cast up to the edges of the ruined ceiling and what he can see of the sky past it, unconsciously tilting his head a little toward Andal's hand when it trails the lines of his cloak.]

Would you believe it? Some guy made me come out to some crappy building in the pouring rain just to see him.

[brask]

[ He grins wide again, bright like the stars, and tugs Cayde a couple inches closer. It's a slow bridge building between them, carefully cutting out the extra space, and Andal can't help but idly wonder how long he might have stayed here alone if Cayde hadn't actually come. That's the beauty of it, though: it's not really something he has to concern himself with. Cayde would come. Cayde did come. And he's here now, rain and all. ]

What kind of a monster, [ he admonishes, half-slurring his words. It's clear he's only half paying attention to what he's saying, that it's not really a question at all. ] Guess he owes you now, huh?

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[Cayde laughs and goes easily, putting his free hand down on the table so he can lean in properly when he's tugged and move close enough to press his temple lightly to Andal's forehead.]

Guess he does.

[brask]

[ A handful of joke answers rise and fall like waves in his mouth but he kindly decides against all of them for once. He breathes, slow and quiet there in that space, eyes closing as the room around them swims a little. But his grip stays tight and he lifts his chin just high enough that he can touch his lips to Cayde's cheek. ]

I got a coupon for a free soup you can have.

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[Andal's breath absolutely reeks of liquor, but more than that it's warm and close and Cayde can feel his beard brush over his face whenever Andal moves or speaks. Cayde hums and moves his hand up Andal's leg to rest on his thigh, he feels like he can feel how soaked his clothes are through his gloves, amazed Andal can even stand to be in them.]

Yeah? [Cayde laughs, and shakes his head just slightly.] Gonna catch a cold, out here like this. Maybe you should keep it.

[brask]

Maybe I will.

[ Whether he means keep the coupon or catch a cold is hard to say, but it really doesn't matter as he drags one leg out of the way and slides it behind where Cayde's seated, fencing him in so he can't make any hasty moves away. His fingers are on Cayde's chin suddenly, whisper-light and freezing, and he holds him still as he presses a slow kiss to the rise of his cheek. ]

Or you could make a fire.

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Can't. I'm stuck.

[The cold of Andal's fingers almost makes him jump, but Cayde manages not to. Just barely manages to stay still enough to soak up that affection; eyes falling shut as he tilts his head just slightly in a silent demand for more.]

[brask]

[ He snorts against Cayde's cheek, but he can't argue. Hell, he would have argued Cayde trying to get up again anyway, so it's really in both their best interests that he stays put. Another kiss, then, softer and quicker, to the curving lip of the plate between his eyes, to the flat stretch between that and the seam of his mouth. ]

Guess you got some work ahead of you, then.

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I do, do I?

[This is pretty much what Cayde was hoping for when he came out here, though he wouldn't object to a fire. Like hell he's moving to start one unless Andal pushes for it though. Right now he intends to soak up every moment until the booze catches up and Andal falls asleep, letting out a pleased sigh at the kisses and touches.]

[brask]

[ The attention, intimate though it is, has a singular goal and that's to get as warm as he can, as quickly as he can. He could have dealt with all of it before Cayde even arrived, sorted himself out a fire (maybe), got himself dried out and warm, but he likes this better, somehow. A reward for his suffering. He shifts himself closer, half in Cayde's lap, and traces the seam of his mouth with his thumb. ]

Gotta warm me up one way or another.

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Well now, I only agreed to help with your boots.

[Cayde turns his head to look at where he tossed Andal's boots on the ground, shrugging a shoulder as if to say he did his part, even as he puts his hands on Andal's hips to try and get him fully in his lap.]

And would you look at that? I did it.

[brask]

[ He tries to make Cayde's work easier, but his balance is off enough that it takes him three tries to even get enough momentum going to get his leg the rest of the way over Cayde's lap. He does take an immense amount of pleasure in how the rainwater in what's left of his leg armor seeps into Cayde's clothing as he settles on top of him, knees planted on the table, and his palm glides across the gap of his cheek and up under the hood he's still got up. ]

What, you want a prize?

[exorion]

[Similarly, Cayde takes some small delight in knowing his gloves are wet when he slips a hand around to rest at the small of Andal's back.]

I wouldn't turn one down.

[brask]

[ He makes a sharp noise in the back of his throat that transitions far too easily into a slow laugh that's meant to negate the shiver. His skin is damp and clammy enough as it is, a wet glove shouldn't make a difference, but apparently it does even as he pushes Cayde's hood off for him. ]

Or you could leave since now you've done your job.

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Could.

[He pauses a moment to pull his gloves off and toss them on the ground. With his hood down, he considers taking his armor off entirely, it'd be a hell of a lot comfier for the both of them, but more important is pushing his palms up Andal's sides now he can actually feel his skin.]

Someone's got me trapped though.

[brask]

[ Even that little bit is better, a barrier between him and the chill in the air. His fingers find their way back down to the collar of Cayde's cloak as he leans in, a smile curling his lips until he's suddenly looking far too pleased with himself. ]

Glad you're finally admitting I'm stronger than you.

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Heavier, maybe.

[Cayde pulls back a little, just enough so he can get his hands between them and start getting his layers off, undoing the clasps for his breastplate first so he can toss it aside.]

[brask]

[ Andal's here to help, really. Honestly. He is. Which is why he starts working the clasp of Cayde's cloak undone for him, barely moving out of the way enough for Cayde to do his own work. It's definitely not self-serving when he finally gets it free, no more so than it is when instead of letting it fall he drags the cloak around Cayde's shoulders and swings it up around his own neck instead, shrugging into the warmth of it as if it's his to take anyway. ]

[exorion]

[Such a helper. Cayde truly appreciates it. At the very least, he finds it endearing enough that he dips his head to press his face against the side of Andal's in what passes for a kiss when you've got no lips and lazily put his arms around him.]

[brask]

[ He drags the hood up over his head without thinking about it, more muscle memory than intent, and can't help the grin that splits his face. He's quick to turn, pressing a clumsy kiss to Cayde's mouth like he might escape if he doesn't catch him fast enough. As if he'd let that happen. ]

You missed me.

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Who texted who again?

[He did. Of course he did. It feels like he never sees Andal enough anymore. Not enough to stop him immediately responding with that indignant tone like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't, but just enough to keep his face close and his arms where they are.]

[brask]

My boots. [ Said like it's a reminder, but they both know the excuse for what it is. Andal shifts in Cayde's lap, fingers tracing their way down his chest and slowly climbing back up it, searching out the correct route in that seems suddenly keen on avoiding him. He's really not sure how he got his own kit off when Cayde's proves impossible now. He frowns. ] Why do you have to wear so much?

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[That makes him laugh, and he bumps his head fondly against Andal's a moment before he leans back to help with this shirt problem.] 'Cause bullets hurt, Andal.

[There's a 'proper' way to take his shirt off, one he'll be annoyed ignoring when it comes to putting it back on later, but right now he'll settle for just pulling it over his head so Andal will stop complaining.]

[... Or maybe he'll regret it approximately thirty seconds later, in that moment between wondering why his sleeves are so tight and remembering there's more straps and layers around his upper arms, the same moment where he ends up with his arms stuck at an awkward angle above his head and he wonders if he can trust Andal to be any help right now.]

[brask]

[ There's a long, long pause where nothing happens. It's surprisingly silent save for the rain outside and the sound of cloth shifting against itself, but Andal ruins that all too easily when he barks out a delighted laugh that sets a bird beyond the doorway alight. ]

You're an idiot.[ Said in the fondest voice as his fingers fumble for the tight points on the shirt, struggling to work the straps loose without losing himself to his own snickering. It's not the most polite work, but he manages to get one arm free enough that he can move on to try and repeat the same on the other. ]

[exorion]

[Cayde's quiet for as long as it takes to get his arm free (with a lot of huffs and grunts) and pull the shirt over his head so he can help with getting the other free.]

Shut up.

[Take that.]