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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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[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.

[exorion]

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.

[exorion]

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.

[exorion]

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.]

[brask]

[ Andal kisses him again. It won't shut him up in turn, but it's the next best thing as they struggle their way through getting the other sleeve loosened enough that Cayde can shake his arm free of the shirt. Armor is good and all until it needs to come off. ]

There's a reason I didn't try it with my boots.

[exorion]

So it wasn't just because you're drunk and lazy?

[Between the two of them, it gets there eventually, and Cayde just pretty much flings the thing off his arm as soon as he can and barely pays any attention to where it lands. He's more focused on putting his arms back in their proper place and getting more of those kisses to comfort him after such a trying time.]

[brask]

Well, that too.

[ He won't argue that, it's a fair point, and now he's busy dragging his hands up the flat planes of Cayde's chest, tracing out the shape of his shoulders with his palms. The hood gets in the way when he dips his head to kiss along the angle of Cayde's jaw and he shoves it out of the way, burying his face in the warmth of Cayde's neck instead. ]

[exorion]

[Cayde trails his fingertips up and down Andal's back, feeling the curves and bumps of his muscles-- he has to admit there's something very charming and attractive about Andal shirtless, wearing his cloak, but there's also something outrageously adorable about the man seeking out any warmth he can find too, and Cayde tilts his head to rest his cheek on Andal's head with another one of those sighs that indicate how very happy he is with the current situation.]

... Maybe we should lie down. [No idea what Andal's up to, if it's just trying to get warm or something else, but either way Cayde is at lease 80% certain they'd both be happier if they were fully horizontal.]

[brask]

[ He's already warmer than he'd been minutes ago. His toes, now free of the chill of his socks, tingle as heat returns to them. It's not much movement, but compared to the inebriated sprawl from before it's enough that a slight flush colours his cheeks pink when he sits back again. ]

You're trying to take me to bed. [ Said flatly, knowingly, despite knowing that it's not Cayde's intent in suggesting it. His palms feel cold when he plants them against Cayde's chest, so he skims them down his front until his own thighs block any further progress. He frowns. ] Didn't even buy me dinner.

[exorion]

You've got that soup coupon, don't you?

[Cayde clearly thinks he's hilarious, but he very wisely doesn't give Andal a chance to disagree. He lifts a hand and curls his fingers under Andal's chin and tilts his head in a gesture to the table they're on.] Come on.

[brask]

[ His mouth opens in protest — Cayde hadn't brought him the coupon, hadn't provided him with any kind of sustenance at all prior to these arrangements, what kind of sorry excuse does he think he can get away with? But Cayde's fingers quell the urge to argue almost immediately, so much so that he almost seems to visibly deflate with it. It's really not that big a deal.

He reaches past Cayde for where his own cloak is spread out on the table, soaked through and not at all comfortable. Sober and he might have cared as he shoves it out of the way and it spills over the edge onto the floor, but he's far more concerned with tipping off Cayde's lap just so he can pull him down across the table with him. ]

[exorion]

[Cayde watches the wet cloak fall off the table (and narrows his eyes briefly at the wet slap of it hitting the floor) and sighs at the dampness left behind. He's slept in worse places for sure, but in most of those situations there was some kind of barrier between him and the gross, uncomfortable surface he was laying on. A cloak, for instance.]

[He goes easily, sprawling out on the table to make himself available as some kind of... Mattress or pillow or whatever, and looks up expectantly at Andal as he waits for him to make himself comfortable however he deigns.]

[brask]

[ Andal just watches him for a moment that stretches slowly into two, propped on his elbow, eyes drink-bright despite the chill air that swims in around parts of him that had been protected before. He picks himself up, clumsily climbing his way over the table and over Cayde until he finds a place that makes him happy, knee between Cayde's thighs, chest to chest, chin to chin so he can grin at him again as Cayde's cloak does its best to cover them both. ]

Thanks for coming.

[exorion]

[Cayde very nearly laughs at that grin and wraps himself around Andal as much as he can; Arms around his middle, hands splayed on his back, and he pulls a leg up a little and rests his thigh against Andal's. He's almost annoyed by how fond he is of this idiot and how happy this makes him, just rubbing a hand up and down Andal's back in an idle gesture.]

Of course. [After a moment, Cayde pulls back just a little, just enough to get a proper look at Andal, voice nonchalant like it's just some casual aside.] Anytime. You know that.

[brask]

I know. [ He agrees, but there's a level of sentiment to his own voice that says it's not casual at all. He's still smiling but it's gone softer at the edges, less blindly pleased and more intimate, in a way. Measured. It means more, he thinks. That's how it feels anyway as he folds his hands on Cayde's chest and pillows his chin there, something warm and way-too-real making itself a home beneath his ribcage. ] Still coulda brought soup.

[exorion]

[Cayde waves a hand in a dismissive gesture with a noise along the lines of "shut up." Shakes his head as if he doesn't want to laugh even a little.]

[He's quiet a while, just thinking. Enjoying the weight and the warmth of Andal on his chest. When Cayde does speak, it's quiet, soft. Half hoping Andal's drifted off and won't hear.]

... It's been way too long.

[brask]

[ He's halfway to dozing, breathing slow and even where he's slowly relaxed on top of Cayde. The words almost seem to float by unnoticed, too, but he eventually hums a quiet note of agreement and tips his head enough his forehead presses against Cayde's chin. ]

Prob'ly good you didn't bring soup, then. [ The words are only just distinguishable from one another, slurred into the back of his hand. ] No one likes old soup.