stupid stuff for stupid wolves (closed / for party)

[ghoulaid]

Does Party think having a warehouse means peace and quiet? If he does, he's dead wrong. Ghoul clatters through the building until he finds who he's looking for, then noisily plonks a thermos down on the first flat surface he spots near Party. "You're drinking this."

It's intended for Ghoul. September Spring gave it to him- something she made herself, that she swears up and down will help boost him for the upcoming race. But it's intensely green and smells a little bit like vomit and sour apples, so fuck that. Party can have it instead. This entire situation is kind of his fault anyway.

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[injectablefame]

Party frowns. He's barely been back in town and Ghoul's already being weird. Actually, Ghoul's always weird and that's a lot of why Party likes him, but this seems more like a half-cocked poison attempt than a good time right now.

Eyeing Ghoul with suspicion, he opens the thermos, takes a sniff, closes it and pushes it back towards Ghoul.

"Fuck you."

[ghoulaid]

"Fuck you." They sure know how to play up a sweet reunion.

Ghoul doesn't make a move to push the thermos away, but he doesn't try to take it either. He crosses his arms atop the counter and leans against them. "I gotta give that thing back and none of that shit's goin' in my mouth. It's all you."

[injectablefame]

"What makes you think I wanna drink somethin' you won't?"

Party steps up into Ghoul's personal space, all innocent-like, and then he kicks Ghoul's ankle because he can.

"Why're you tryin' to feed me sewer water, Ghoulie?"

[ghoulaid]

He needs those fucking legs for running, which he eloquently explains by sucking in a hiss of air between his teeth and hopping a few babysteps away. After giving Party a quick shove, Ghoul turns and climbs on to a nearby stool. Party can't kick him if he can't reach him, right?

"You're from the sewer, ain't you? Figured y'might like a taste of home," he says with one of those little sneers that Party has undoubtedly missed.

Okay, no. In all seriousness- he shrugs. "If you'd been around to sign up for the stupid tournament, it woulda been yours anyway."

[injectablefame]

If Ghoul thinks he can get away from Party, he's really underestimated Party's single-minded determination. He follows after Ghoul, ignoring all semblance of whatever personal space is to others.

"That gonna save your sorry ass from losing?" He giggles and blows a kiss in Ghoul's face. "Better make us proud."

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul rolls his eyes, waving a hand in a quick little arc like he's slapping Party's dumb kiss right out of the air. Take that. "September seems to think so." That's a sentence that quite frankly speaks for itself.

"And you shut your mouth, I'm in..." Wait, he has to stop and count on his fingers, a look of intense concentration crossing his face while he does so. "-Like, fifth fucking place." He holds his hand out, as if seeing all five fingers will drive the point home to Party, before he decides to go ahead and stick his hand on Party's face, pushing steady and just firmly enough to be annoying.

He fixes Party with a full-on glare while he subjects him to his kindergarten-level punishment, grumbling, "You shoulda been the one doin' all this shit. This is more your scene." Being a public spectacle is overwhelming. And also... "They put me in a fucking costume. In a fucking parade." And makeup.

Definitely more Party's thing.

[injectablefame]

Party bites at Ghoul's hand because if he doesn't want to get bit, he shouldn't go and get so close to Party's teeth.

"Awww I bet you were cute. All tiny and fierce. Better be pictures for me somewhere." He can't deny he would've reveled in the spectacle, but he refuses to believe that it's not fun for Ghoul, too.

"Place an' I'll give you a surprise." He waggles his eyebrows.

[ghoulaid]

This only results in Ghoul looking disgruntled, then lightly thwapping at Party's face with both hands. Because he can't bite both of them at the same time, can he?

"Nobody took pictures." That's a lie. There are a ton of pictures, but he's not going to tell Party that. "Man, I dunno, though. There are some pretty sick vampires near the top of the list, and there's a magic bear. I had to fight that fuckin' thing."

[injectablefame]

Despite physical impossibilities, Party absolutely tries to bite both hands.

"Fuckin' bats." Says the grown man trying to bite the other grown man. "Wait a bear? Like a bear-bear?"

He stops his biting abruptly to wave his arms around and groan like a grizzly bear, because of course he does.

"That kinda bear? You fought it?" He grins like he's picturing presents under a Christmas tree.

[ghoulaid]

If this isn't the dumbest thing he's seen...

Ghoul's grinning widely as he plays Dodge Party's Mouth. It's pretty entertaining and all, but within a matter of seconds, the new dumbest thing he's ever seen is Party's impression of a bear. Ghoul's laugh is almost as stupid as the grizzly re-enactment. "I dunno what the fuck kinda bear that was s'posed to be, but yeah, it was a real-ass bear."

It's all fun and games until you remember getting absolutely destroyed by a bear, so of course, soon Ghoul's face crinkles up in distaste. "Woulda gone better if I could change whenever I want." Like Party can. Fuck him. Ghoul swings a leg out, giving one of his shins a nice little kick.

[injectablefame]

Party grins like the toothy little asshole that he is. Never a missed opportunity to agitate for this guy.

"Yeah, sure would've been handy if you coulda been all wolfed out." He tuts. "Too bad that's impossible."

If his teeth are a little extra sharp when he leans in, it's totally just Ghoul's mind playing tricks. "Bear didn't hurt ya too bad, did it? All your pretty parts still pretty?"

[ghoulaid]

"What the fuck ever," he says with a shove, although it's not too hard- if only because Ghoul decides he wants to lean in a little, getting a slightly closer look at the sharper points of Party's teeth. It's not really anything that he hasn't seen before, but that partial-turning thing is still pretty fucking cool. He'll have to practice that shit some day. Maybe. If he ever gets a piece of jewelry.

That's a conversation that'll be a good distraction, because Ghoul's fight with the bear is not a pleasant discussion. He shrugs, avoiding eye contact as he gives Party a very obvious non-answer. "S'fine. There were healers and stuff." It's a cheap way of admitting the fight was pretty ugly. Party doesn't need to hear the details. It might upset him, so Ghoul quickly changes the subject by grabbing Party's hand and drawing it in, playing with his moonlight ring by twisting it around in its place on his finger. "So tell me how this thing works."

A+ re-direction skills.