week 7

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[For the first time in several weeks there is no new memorial in the garden. No new body in the morgue, no bloody mess for the roombas to clean. Choromatsu is still in need of time to heal and constant vigilance but he's alive. They're all alive for once on a Sunday and, even with the terrible realizations their returning memories may bring, there's a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 6, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[scourgingstars]

You underestimate me.

[Ardyn glanced to the door, snapping his fingers; there was a fluttering sound from down the hall and Luscinia flew in to perch on the back of a chair.]

She's been quite annoyed today since I left my coat and scarf back in the room, but I think she may just cooperate for something like this.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Stare at Luscinia. Stare at Ardyn. Bird. Ardy. Bird. ..........Arbys.]

I know they're smart, but you're turning into a god damn Disney princess right before my eyes.

[scourgingstars]

I always did have an affinity for birds. But that's nothing, you should see how quickly a chocobo comes running at a whistle.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Princess Ardyn, the bird-whisperer. You think I'm the ridiculous one, when you ride ostriches in your world. Giant running birds. And I sometimes still can't believe you let a pigeon nest in your scoodie. [He will keep calling it a scoodie until it stops being both a scarf and a hoodie.] You're gonna learn to speak bird if you don't already at this rate. Pigeon man.

[scourgingstars]

You're mocking me again. What a terrible, impudent Kingsglaive I've come up with--one who does nothing but laugh at me and another who think I'm his father like some lost chocochick.

Do you want to learn something for a change or not?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Chocochick. [You goofed, Ardyn, you done goofed.]

I can be a quick learner. When I want to be. Sometimes. Depending on the topic. I literally do not have anything better to do right now than learn me something. [He gives an overdramatic bow.] By all means, after you, Chickadee.

[scourgingstars]

And now you're talking too much as per usual. [He stepped away from the wall, taking Church's hand as he did and pulling him to a slightly more open part of the floor.]

I can guide you through the basics easily enough. [don't get distracted by the other hand now apparently on your waist, you thirsty bastard.] I do hope you can follow along.

[not pictured: luscinia, judging you both]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Invitation to a challenge?

[Shut up he will not get distracted by that--in fact he won't even bitch that he's in the lady position because he's the one learning, he can't lead if he doesn't know. Just...places his hand up on Ardyn's shoulder and looks at their feet and back up at him. And then at the bird. Don't fucking judge you wanted this to happen you little feathery shit.]

Well I'm sure not gonna be tripping backwards in heels so that's already a plus for me.

[scourgingstars]

I'm sure you'll find a way to trip sooner or later. Just don't take me down with you.

[you see this bird? if pigeons can roll their eyes she just did. because she thinks you two are ridiculous and literally dancing around like fifty subjects.]

[But she did ruffle her feathers and gradually start something that seemed like a vague melody, Ardyn pulling Church along into a few simple steps at a time.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Did you seriously teach her a waltz, or did she just know that when you asked? [He's thankful it's a slow tune, because does anyone want to take a guess how long it's been since Church has done any slow dancing? Any takers? Any? He doesn't trip up, but he does shut up a bit to pay attention, following after...not nearly so smoothly, but following after.]

Which implies you asked, either way, at some point.

[scourgingstars]

I am a man of no consequence, but several talents. I know quite a wide range of little melodies she may have caught pieces of over the past weeks.

['maybe, or maybe mind your business']

[motherfucking_ghost]

Did you just call yourself-- [DON'T TRIP ON YOURSELF CHURCH yes good catch yourself] Did you just call--you're hysterical, did you know that? You're just...a god damn troll sometimes. Wait until I teach them some Lady Gaga or Kesha. [And he can say those names and not be embarrassed because Ardyn wouldn't know!] Pretty sure they know all the Queen there is to know anyway.

[scourgingstars]

Careful, you missed a step.

[sometimes?]

We'll have to see about teaching them a few things. If we get several together we might be able to have a chorus of Stand By Me sometime.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're the worst. [He refocuses, making a point to watch their feet more closely so he can actually be a little more fluid instead of just keeping up. He's hoping it'll distract him from thinking about what is actually fucking happening here.] And also the best. Holy shit. If we're ever feeling like we really need a cheesy friendship ballad, we'll teach it to everyone.

[scourgingstars]

I think the others might even appreciate that, don't you? It would be a nice change of pace as far as entertainment goes.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm the guy that does the silly funny ha-ha ridiculous stuff, not so much the hand-holding kumbaya my lord stuff. But I'm game for it.

[He finds himself humming along to the tune as he step, step, step, sway, sashay, turn, it's catchy.] Y'know, we've got an actual dance studio. For dancing. Now that I think about it. [Just pointing that out.]

You been telling people about what happened, or are you letting them find out on their own?

[scourgingstars]

This is fine, even with a bit less room. [don't question it, church.]

I discussed it with one or two people. I think I'll just let the rest figure it out, if I haven't enough time to mention it to the group at large.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Lil bit more intimate, huh~? [stop preening]

It shouldn't be hard for everyone to put it together. We all saw you last time. You're a lot warmer now. In every way.

[scourgingstars]

...That's a nice change of pace, as well. Even if the result is you clinging to me like a persistent status ailment.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I don't cling. [He clings.] I just like warm things. I liked you just fine when you were chilly, too.

[scourgingstars]

You absolutely cling, inescapably.

[admit it, church]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Nope, not clingy. I just...cuddle up. When I sleep. That's all.

[Hey you know what how about instead of having this conversation he'll grab Lucy-bird's attention.] Let's show him how well I can pick up what he puts down, my lady. Turn it up. [Yes apparently that's the best way to not have any conversation about whether or not he clings you stupid fuck.]

[scourgingstars]

One of these days you may have to learn not to challenge me.

[He tightened his hold on Church as Luscinia happily picked up the tempo, starting to move more quickly in response. One-two-three, better keep up or you'll trip.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[So long as he's not terribly distracted, he only stumbles a little at the beginning. Still not nearly fluid enough to be called graceful by any means, and occasionally seems to skip rather than really step, but he at least keeps up, laughing. Yeah, this seems like Ardyn's kinda music, just look at that shirt and that god damn mystery vest, it screams 'period drama'.]

Yawn, not much of a challenge is it. [Yes, he's teasing, the both of them really.] Show me something new.

[scourgingstars]

What did I just say?

[Ardyn smirked sharply, pulling on Church's arm to spin him around...]

[...and then grabbing his waist again to lean the two of them over in a dramatic dip with no small amount of flourish and punctuated with a sudden kiss.]

[One does not provoke the worst troll ever to exist on Eos.]