firstofitskind | MHA #6, Thursday Evening

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MHA #6, Thursday Evening - PARTY!

Liam and Verity had decided to celebrate the whole 'officially moving in together' with a housewarming of sorts. Never mind that even before the rest of his stuff had made it over there, Liam had basically been living at the apartment in practice if not in name. Look, they wanted to throw a party, they were throwing a party. 'Housewarming' was just a convenient excuse.

The weapons that usually were strewn about the apartment had all been stashed in the bedroom, and there was a good selection of food and drinks (both alcoholic and non) laid out on the kitchen table. They might be in debt to the various restaurants in Fandom for providing the spread, but no one wanted to nosh on Verity's "leftover Chinese food fajita specials." The mice had even been bribed with a selection of the appetizers to stay away from the table of food. (They had not, however, been expressly forbidden from trying to convince anyone to give them food once it had left the table, so... fair warning.)

Coats go in the spare room and please don't touch the Barbie Dream House. Unless invited to by the mice, of course.

[ooc: up early for SP because things like timezones and work get in the way. open to all friends, neighbours, ex-housemates, coworkers, friends-of-friends, etc. basically, if you're an adult you got an invite.]

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"Fjord," Beau replied in a tone that actually did manage to sound chiding, if in a mocking way, "that's how it always works around here for anyone who isn't using polymorph. Or Keyleth."

She definitely caught the crack in his voice.

"Aw. Was that a weird experience?"

Beauregard, don't act like you're the pinnacle of smoothness when confronted by a naked woman, just because you're more used to it.

Fjord cleared his throat, all the better to make words happen that were not squeaky disasters.

"I--" Ahem. "I mean. She was on a shelf. Knocked over some tools I went to clean up."

A pause.

"Landed on me."

Yeah, you could probably fry an egg on those big ears of his, for as hot as they were getting.

"Oh. Yeah." Okay, Beau was feeling a little bit bad about teasing him quite as much? Just a little bit, but you could say her pained grimace had a touch of apology in it. "That's, uh. Yeah."

"Yeah," Fjord agreed, emphatically. He wasn't even sure what he was agreeing to, but if it would give him a moment to re-gain his composure, all the better. "But I fixed the supply closet door yesterday. So, day just about breaks even?"

He wasn't even sure what kind of math he'd just done to come to that conclusion.

". . . sure." Beau was the gay and bad at math meme personified, okay? "Not gonna lie, that's way more productive than I would be under the circumstances."

Because you were a disaster lesbian, Beau.

"Well. Uh." Man couldn't blush any more, his face would explode.

"I mean, I might've hit my thumb with the hammer a few times."

He held up a hand with a bruised thumb and a busted nail by way of demonstration.

"Totally understandable reaction, dude." Beau reached up to pat him on the same shoulder she'd punched, and not too gently at that. "That's not gonna like fall off or anything, right?"

"... Probably not."

Even Fjord sounded a little dubious about that one.

"They grow back, anyway."

He'd had worse.

Beau leaned forward to inspect his thumb a little more closely, or at least made a decent showing of it.

"Eh. You'll live. It's fine."

In her totally expert opinion.

"Reasonably certain the wound isn't fatal," Fjord agreed, smiling wryly. "And I learned a hard lesson about paying attention to what I'm doing with a hammer."

"I mean, it'd be kind of sad if you didn't know what you were doing with your tools, just saying," Beau said. So very innocently.

"Yeah, I kn--" Wait for it. "Beau!"

Little slow on the uptake today, Fjordie.

"Ha," Beau crowed, with a shit-eating grin to match. "I'm disappointed, man. Step your game up."

"Workin' on it," Fjord mumbled.

Really, it was a wonder his ears were not actually, literally on fire.

He coughed.

"I guess now's about two beats too late to say I know what I'm doin' with my tools just fine, huh?"

Lil' bit, chum.

"I mean . . ." Beau made a show of sighing and very visibly considering the question. "I could maybe be convinced to give you the benefit of the doubt? Just this once though."

"All I need is once," Fjord decided, grinning at her.

... Buddy.

Buddy.

". . . yeah, that's kind of sad, man."

You were getting the most pitying look, Fjord.

And Fjord... was right back to being puzzled.

Well, he'd tried. And now he was clearing his throat a little.

"You, uh, you missed accidental pirates in my class on Tuesday," he said, going for the complete topic-swap and unwittingly touching on what was basically the story of their life going forward. Oops.

"Fjord. That kind of thing doesn't, like, happen by accident," Beau told him like a know-it-all 22 year old.

With no sense of irony, apparently.

"Wait, was this a Danger Shop thing? Because that would be the only exception."

Not really, no. The as yet unassembled collective chaotic energy of the Mighty Nein would be the other exception.

"It was a Danger Shop thing," Fjord replied. "Accidental piracy isn't a fuckin' thing unless the shop decides the fuckin' cargo ship is now a pirate ship, and singing's got to happen."

Nope. Sorry guys.

"You can't accidentally raid a ship."

Well.

"I mean . . ." Beau reached up to fiddle with one of her earrings. "The singing part's at least logical, right? That's like a sailor thing?"

Fjord looked mildly pained.

"Maybe not quite like this." A pause. "There was choreography, Beau."

". . . why." Was Beau staring in horror? Just a bit. "How'd the kids handle it?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Fjord complained. "I think mostly they were confused."

Well. The ones who had been in class that day, anyway.

"Keyleth did her level best to convince them that piracy just wasn't the way."

What a good kid.

Beau snorted lightly. "That kid's going to give herself a stress breakdown someday from trying to do the right thing all the time," she said, "but she's okay, I guess. I kinda cornered her after class and made her go talk to the guidance counselor, by the way, it's why I didn't drop by. Shit, this is what I get for trying to do something nice, I miss the singing pirates."

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