( well, if it makes Party feel any better, Ghoul isn't spitting anymore- only because he's dropped his head back so he can laugh maniacally. the obnoxious sound is sort-of-kind-of interrupted as Party's teeth gnash at all the unguarded soft parts of his neck.
it's really hard to cackle and "ow" at the same time. he should at least get credit for trying. ) Okay, I stopped! Quit with the fuckin' teeth! I'm sorry!
( ah, yes. the magic words.
he slides a hand up Party's back in what could possibly be taken as an apologetic gesture... except he settles his palm right over where he spit earlier, and purposely rubs it in to Party's skin. 'cause fuck him for biting. )
( all right, fine. this is okay. he laughs a little as well once Party finally goes boneless, resting his head back against the ground and loosening his grip to something less organ-crushing, although not letting go entirely. sometimes Ghoul is like a germ. he just... sticks to you. it works out fine and dandy in this case, since Party doesn't seem keen on getting up anyway. ) Please. My mouth is cleaner'n anything you got on you. Bet that's the closest thing you've had to a wash in forever.
( no wonder he had such a fit. that was too close to a bath. Ghoul grins up at the ceiling, the hand at Party's back inching up far enough for his fingers to carefully scritch through the hair at the base of his skull. )
[ Party can't remember a time when he wasn't a mostly tactile creature. He'd rather bite or cuddle than actually talk about whatever he's trying to say. Words are cheap and easy to fake, but actions speak and he'd like to think that he can tell the difference between real and fake with those.
Ghoul's fingers in his hair have him relaxing like a cat in a sunbeam. It's just as real as Party's tackle or Ghoul's spit. ]
Got some oil on my hands the other day when I was helpin' with the engine.
[ Helping mostly involved standing in the way and handing over tools. He probably wasn't any more help than Girl would've been. ]
( Ghoul can feel Party practically melt. there's something both fond and amused in the way he shakes his head, continuing to pull his fingers through Party's hair in a slow drag, carefully working free any tangles he may find. it's a habit by now- touching, petting, contact in general. something he indulges in when he's comfortable or to soothe himself, though only ever done with those he trusts. having a personal Ghoul-pest is something like a high honor.
in this case, it's also for the benefit of all of them. the last thing Party's bugs need are matted nests to burrow in. ) Yeah? You helped? And nothin' ended up broken, shot, or on fire? I'll be damned, we might get you trained yet.
[ Because okay, damage and fire might have happened a couple of times, but he's not going to shoot the car or anything. If something gets shot, it probably deserves it. ]
Think I can't be careful? I can be careful!
[ He turns his head and very gently bites Ghoul's jaw. ]
( a shrug. ) Gotta be ready for anything when you're around. ( he chuckles quietly at the bite, then turns his head away and out of reach of Party's teeth. or. well. he makes an effort, anyway. hard to get much distance between them when they're in a tangled pile on the floor. ) Yeah, fine, I guess you can be gentle sometimes. When it suits you.
Speakin' of, though... ( Ghoul reaches down, lightly poking his fingertips in to the soft area of Party's midsection. ) You ready to gently get up off me yet? I got like four naps to take, and this floor ain't where they're gonna happen.
[ Party makes a disagreeable noise in the back of his throat. ]
I'm perfectly comfortable where I am. How come you're not? 'M I not squishy enough for you?
[ He wiggles around on top of Ghoul, but stops trying to bite him. That's a compromise, right? Because he could totally nap like this. There aren't many people Party would be comfortable sleeping near, but Ghoul's definitely on that list. Their little gang is about the safest Party can get in his mind. ]
'Course you a-ugh!( Party's wiggling squeezes some of the air out of his lungs, sending Goul in to a brief wiggling-and-kicking fit of his own. ) You're kinda heavy. 'S like havin' a giant bag of wet sand fall on you. Wet sand and maybe some sticks. ( he grins wickedly. he's being a little shit about it, sure, but it's really not that bad. Ghoul kind of likes it, actually. rather than feeling trapped, he finds it nice and secure.
heaven fucking help anyone not in their weird little group who tries to smother him with their own bodyweight, though. ) And I don't have a... no, hold on. ( a look of inspiration settles on his face just before he feels around for one of Party's arms. once a wrist is found, he grabs hold of it and lifts his head, attempting to stuff Party's forearm in the space beneath his own neck. instant pillow!! )
[ The mild manhandling is tolerated in a way that probably only Ghoul could get away with, mostly because no one else he'd allow would actually do it. He shifts around with it to keep himself comfortable and settles with his face pressed into Ghoul's neck when he does settle. ]
'M not that heavy. Just got a lotta presence.
[ He giggles into Ghoul's skin and squeezes him just a little too hard. ]
Presence? That what we're callin' your ass now? ( he snickers at his own joke, inaccurate as it is. Ghoul himself is probably the thickest out of all of them despite also being the smallest, but god damnit, a good burn can't be stifled by something like facts.
he winds his arms around Party's middle now that everything's settled, clasping his hands loosely together before smacking a noisy kiss in to the crook of his shoulder. ) It's okay. I'll always put up with your presence, 'cause I guess I'm kinda fond of you and your bullshit.
[ He hums a little, mumbling into Ghoul's neck. There's not much he needs in life beyond their little family, but it's moments like this when he knows that everything is worth it. He needs them in a way he'll never need anything else. ]
Guess yours is alright, too. Don't mind it sometimes.
( now it's his turn to smother a ridiculous-sounding airy giggle against Party's shoulder. sometimes the juvenile humor and ribbing within their group is just the dumbest thing. Ghoul absolutely loves it, lucky them. ) You're stuck with it either way. ( a pause. ) Like, literally in a minute. I was for real about that nap thing. If you wanna go anywhere in the next hour, you better get up now. There'll be hell to pay if you fuckin' wake me up ten minutes in.
( but he might be making a getaway slightly difficult for Party, because his arms tighten in to an almost uncomfortable squeeze. )
[ Party makes a soft noise in his throat and nuzzles up against Ghoul's jaw. ]
Sleep. Then we'll go get water for the next couple of days. Gotta take care of your delicate ass first.
[ Any struggle from earlier is gone and Party's weight is on Ghoul like a blanket. Or maybe it's more like a sack of potatoes, but that's Ghoul's problem. Either way, Party's slept in a more uncomfortable position than this and he's perfectly content to leave himself vulnerable to Ghoul. Sure, Ghoul does shit to him, but he'd never really hurt Party and that's something Party hasn't questioned in as long as he can remember. ]
( Ghoul huffs out a breath. ) Yeah, like you should. My delicate ass is important. ( he burrows down, turns his head, and tucks his face against the side of Party's neck to block out at least some of the sunlight blasting through the dirty windows. when he speaks again, his voice is quieter and muffled between them. ) Just for a little bit. Don't lemme sleep all day.
( that water fetching thing is pretty crucial, even if it can hardly be classified as anything other than a boring chore at this point. as tired as he may be, he doesn't want to be left behind for it. he might miss something, and that would just be terrible. )
[ Party's already drifting off as he hums an answer. It's rare that he can sleep long without a sound or a nightmare pulling him out of it again, so he's really not worried. Sometimes it's nice to be able to take a moment like this to just feel relatively safe and this is about as safe as he ever gets.
Ghoul smells like home. Or maybe it's that Ghoul smells like Ghoul and he's just a part of what home is to Party these days, but either way it's a comfort. That's the last though he manages before he falls asleep. ]
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it's really hard to cackle and "ow" at the same time. he should at least get credit for trying. ) Okay, I stopped! Quit with the fuckin' teeth! I'm sorry!
( ah, yes. the magic words.
he slides a hand up Party's back in what could possibly be taken as an apologetic gesture... except he settles his palm right over where he spit earlier, and purposely rubs it in to Party's skin. 'cause fuck him for biting. )
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Don't get to complain 'bout how dirty I am when you're makin' me dirtier.
[ And he's just going to settle like this. Ghoul is his captured pillow now and he can deal with it. ]
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( no wonder he had such a fit. that was too close to a bath. Ghoul grins up at the ceiling, the hand at Party's back inching up far enough for his fingers to carefully scritch through the hair at the base of his skull. )
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Ghoul's fingers in his hair have him relaxing like a cat in a sunbeam. It's just as real as Party's tackle or Ghoul's spit. ]
Got some oil on my hands the other day when I was helpin' with the engine.
[ Helping mostly involved standing in the way and handing over tools. He probably wasn't any more help than Girl would've been. ]
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in this case, it's also for the benefit of all of them. the last thing Party's bugs need are matted nests to burrow in. ) Yeah? You helped? And nothin' ended up broken, shot, or on fire? I'll be damned, we might get you trained yet.
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[ Because okay, damage and fire might have happened a couple of times, but he's not going to shoot the car or anything. If something gets shot, it probably deserves it. ]
Think I can't be careful? I can be careful!
[ He turns his head and very gently bites Ghoul's jaw. ]
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Speakin' of, though... ( Ghoul reaches down, lightly poking his fingertips in to the soft area of Party's midsection. ) You ready to gently get up off me yet? I got like four naps to take, and this floor ain't where they're gonna happen.
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I'm perfectly comfortable where I am. How come you're not? 'M I not squishy enough for you?
[ He wiggles around on top of Ghoul, but stops trying to bite him. That's a compromise, right? Because he could totally nap like this. There aren't many people Party would be comfortable sleeping near, but Ghoul's definitely on that list. Their little gang is about the safest Party can get in his mind. ]
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heaven fucking help anyone not in their weird little group who tries to smother him with their own bodyweight, though. ) And I don't have a... no, hold on. ( a look of inspiration settles on his face just before he feels around for one of Party's arms. once a wrist is found, he grabs hold of it and lifts his head, attempting to stuff Party's forearm in the space beneath his own neck. instant pillow!! )
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'M not that heavy. Just got a lotta presence.
[ He giggles into Ghoul's skin and squeezes him just a little too hard. ]
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he winds his arms around Party's middle now that everything's settled, clasping his hands loosely together before smacking a noisy kiss in to the crook of his shoulder. ) It's okay. I'll always put up with your presence, 'cause I guess I'm kinda fond of you and your bullshit.
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[ He hums a little, mumbling into Ghoul's neck. There's not much he needs in life beyond their little family, but it's moments like this when he knows that everything is worth it. He needs them in a way he'll never need anything else. ]
Guess yours is alright, too. Don't mind it sometimes.
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( but he might be making a getaway slightly difficult for Party, because his arms tighten in to an almost uncomfortable squeeze. )
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Sleep. Then we'll go get water for the next couple of days. Gotta take care of your delicate ass first.
[ Any struggle from earlier is gone and Party's weight is on Ghoul like a blanket. Or maybe it's more like a sack of potatoes, but that's Ghoul's problem. Either way, Party's slept in a more uncomfortable position than this and he's perfectly content to leave himself vulnerable to Ghoul. Sure, Ghoul does shit to him, but he'd never really hurt Party and that's something Party hasn't questioned in as long as he can remember. ]
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( that water fetching thing is pretty crucial, even if it can hardly be classified as anything other than a boring chore at this point. as tired as he may be, he doesn't want to be left behind for it. he might miss something, and that would just be terrible. )
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Ghoul smells like home. Or maybe it's that Ghoul smells like Ghoul and he's just a part of what home is to Party these days, but either way it's a comfort. That's the last though he manages before he falls asleep. ]