10/08: Fence
Ery and I really went at it last night; it was probably past midnight by the time we both crashed and I feel sore as hell by the time I’m awake. I fell asleep spooning him, and it looks like he’s still knocked out from everything too. Feeling a bit comfortable, despite the fact my lower half was screaming at me that I wasn’t as young as I used to be -- also that streeter can shove off, calling me old by saying I still got vinegar ... ugh.
So, even though this shop is Az's and all, I've been thinking about fences. See, I kinda ... Ery's thing about "just because it's not big doesn't mean it can't be grand," has been sinking in the ol' noggin. I've been thinking maybe we could make a little cabin place for us out in the Dark Forest and build a fence around it so people know it's our place. That, and we can look like a cute country couple--like in the news! Okay, but we can't go totally rural -- I want electricity, good running water, and I want my golden bathtub in there; no way am I giving it up.
I see Ery stir a bit in his sleep, and, 'cause I can't help myself, I kiss him on the forehead. That's one of his sensitive spots and it's a surefire way to wake him up.
"...L'shiyo?" comes the drowsy slur.
"Hey, Ery~" I whisper into his ear before kissing it, "I got another cool idea."
"Mmf, no more piercings..."
"Nooo, not that! But don't tempt though."
"L'shiyo..."
"Okay, okay--a fence! I wanna build a fence together."
"Pohzahande?"
"Pohandgee, I want to do it with you."
His hand limply raises up and plops atop my hair, petting me, "....didn't 'se ri'ht."
"Eryyy, please? I ... do have a bigger reason, but I wanna surprise you. For now, I just wanna build a fence together with you."
Ery's pair of silver eyes shine just a little as he slowly blinks his eyes awake, "Well, the old backyward fence here could use a rework, I'm sure."
God, he's so cute...
"Ery, your voice sounds so adorable when you're waking up."
"Xae, but Lushiyo, you need to get dressed."
"Sure," I grin, "But I require a kiss as payment~"
After a few minutes of us getting dressed, we finally hunted down Az at the bru--I mean, Teriel's, hut.
"Muriel." Ery corrects me. "Muriel, Lushiyo."
"Don't bother," brute-boy sighs, "It'll be ages before he gets it."
"Hey!" I poke his chest in protest, "I was closer this time!"
Az seems wary of my request as always before he shakes his head at Ery, "Yes, I'll let you two work on the fence."
He directs his attention at me, his eyes narrowing, "Don't mess up the style of the shop, Lucio."
"No problem, buddy, ol' pal! I won't even think about it!" I give him the finger guns, "You won't regret it!"
"I hope not."