appointments post

[sketchingideals]

This is for interaction with Jeb, any time or anywhere, without the hassle of a new post.

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February 18th - continued Valentines shenangians

[imatreenow]

[The sun had set a little while ago and after spending the whole afternoon at the beach, it's time to return to the calm privacy of the indoors. The only thing that kept Mithos hanging on through the day and the prolonged contact with so many humans was Jeb's presence by his side, holding his hand and brushing away feelings of vulnerability. His entire being can breathe a sigh of relief at the prospect of spending time alone with his boyfriend.

They had found a little room carved into the mountains, right off the beach and accessible enough to crutches. Inside, there are a few over-stuffed armchairs, wooden side-tables, and.....well, a bed. One bed. Mithos blushes faintly and turns his attention to one of the chairs, easing himself down into one.]

February 18th - continued Valentines shenangians

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb watches Mithos to make sure he'll be okay before sitting down in one of the chairs himself.]

Wow... these are really comfortable, aren't they?

for any creepers out there, this is going to go no higher than pg-13 8|

[imatreenow]

[He nods, leaning his crutches against the arm of the chair and folding his hands in his lap. Looking at Jeb now.]

...I'm glad we can be alone now.

...kath, both of those kind of creepers are in this thread. kidding, kidding.

[sketchingideals]

[He smiles.]

I'm glad we can be, too. Being on the beach was great, but you weren't completely comfortable with it. I'm glad we can be somewhere that you can be comfortable.

shhhhhhhhh

[imatreenow]

[He nods, grateful for Jeb's understanding. Already, he feels less agitated than he was out on the beach.]

Thank you for staying by me. It...helped.

(gtroll)

[sketchingideals]

You're welcome, Mithos. I wouldn't leave you there by yourself... besides, staying by you means I can be close to you, and I enjoy every minute I can do that. [A brief gaze down at his bracelet.]

(fuu)

[imatreenow]

...Me too. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. [...He finds himself resenting these armchairs for being so singular, wanting to be closer to his boyfriend. Why couldn't there have been a couch? Well, there's the bed...]

*evil laughter*

[sketchingideals]

Well... you can do that here, right? [His expression brightens at Mithos before he slightly turns his gaze to the bed.]

[Voice - March 5th]

[tsunsandsteals]

[Something's been off about his housemate ever since Valentine's Day week. At first, Silver simply followed his time-honored tradition of Not Giving A Fuck. Why was it any of his business if Jeb was acting strange?

But it's March now, and something still doesn't seem right. Namely, the fact that Jeb hasn't taken off the silver bracelet he's been wearing since that week. A silver bracelet with a heart charm, obviously given to him by that boy he'd been seeing.

Silver doesn't care, he doesn't want to care. Curiosity is for stupid people who have nothing better to do with their lives. But Valentine's week was over. Jeb obviously wasn't seeing the boy anymore, so why was he still wearing that bracelet?

Silver heads into the kitchen, hoping to find Jeb there. Stupid need to know about something he doesn't care about.]

[I think you mean written, dear - March 5th]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb is in fact in the kitchen, sitting down at the table and staring at the bracelet Mithos had given him during the experiment and remembering the morning it fell apart. Regardless of that fallout, regardless of the fact that Mithos has treated him terribly and he's distanced himself for lesser offenses, regardless of the guilt attached to saying he romantically loved someone who wasn't Tori...

Jeb still felt like the promises he made to Mithos were legitimate ones. Ones he should keep. That week had allowed Jeb to see more of Mithos than the artist has ever been allowed to see of anyone else who has treated him awfully. He couldn't ignore that. He wouldn't.

But Mithos has never liked him... and even the experiment hadn't lessened that hate. So he sits there, idly playing with the charm attached to the bracelet.]

[...yeah, written. Just like I said - March 5th]

[tsunsandsteals]

[So what the hell was he supposed to say now? Jeb looked pretty fucking sad right now, just sitting there staring at that stupid bracelet.

The experiment was over. Silver didn't even remember the name of the guy hanging all over him, and here Jeb was keeping a pointless trinket from that kid. Love made people act like idiots, plain and simple, and he wanted to tell his roommate to get over it and stop pining.

But something just wouldn't let him. Damn it, why did Jeb have to look so damn vulnerable? Silver hated weaklings, even ones who were nice to him.

Sighing, he sat down at the table opposite Jeb. Maybe Jeb would break the ice and Silver wouldn't have to think of what to say.]

[OOPS I REALLY MEANT ACTION /trolololol - March 5th]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb lifts his head, looking at Silver and trying to smile just a little bit. He doesn't say anything, though. Instead, he just pulls his sleeve over the bracelet.]

[MEANIE - March 5th]

[tsunsandsteals]

[Too late, Silver's already noticed. For weeks now, actually.]

...hey. [Yeah, that's all he can really muster. Silver grumbles, getting up from his seat to get a glass of water. He may as well make himself an excuse to be here.]

[Action - March 5th]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb goes back to idly looking at the bracelet. What is he going to do...? Part of him wants to contact Mithos, but Yuan and Raine had told him in the past to stay away from Mithos. And of course, Mithos himself has made it very clear how he feels toward Jeb.

But there's so much more about Mithos that Jeb knows now. If only he could get through to him...

Why did everything surrounding this have to be so difficult?]

[Action - March 5th]

[tsunsandsteals]

[Silver takes a long sip of water before deciding he might as well just come out and say it. He's not worried, of course, he reminds himself before sitting back down at the table]

So what's with that? [he points to the bracelet with the hand not holding his glass]

[Action - March 5th]

[sketchingideals]

Huh? [He tries to pull his sleeve over the bracelet again.] Oh. It's... it's nothing to worry about!

[Written, October 6th]

[breaks_destiny]

[To be honest, Keiichi isn't really in the mood for letters and penpals, but there are many reasons as to why he should throw his own mood out of the window and write the letter. Or rather the journal message. Hopefully he got the name right and isn't making a fool of himself.]

Hello, Jeb!

I don't know if you have seen it yet, but the list of penpals for the Hydra Social Operation is out and everyone got switched around again. I'm your new penpal according to it, the name's Keiichi Maebara and I've been here for close to three years. How have you been? Were you spared in the last experiment? I wasn't but at least my fact-card wasn't as terrible as it could have been, it was still bad at some parts though.

This is more like a "contact take" letter so I'll leave it as it is now. If you want feel free to reply back in whatever manner you prefer, Oswald talks about penpals but as long as there's contact he doesn't really care.

- Keiichi

[Written, October 6th]

[sketchingideals]

[Oh, a message! ...from his new penpal. Jeb smiles, writing back:]

Hi, Keiichi!

You probably already know my last name, but I'm Jeb Parmalee. I've been here for a little over a year. [A small pause, an uncomfortable feeling in his gut.] Well, sort of. I was sent back for a year in my own world's time, but when I came back I was apparently only gone for half a day at most.

I've been all right, more or less. [Not entirely the truth, but he's as "okay" as he can be.] I actually got affected by the last experiment, too. I thought I was one of my best friends from back home. [And as said friend, he believed he was in love with himself. It's still uncomfortable to think about, actually. Was Alade... actually in love with him, but never told him? Nn...] I'm glad your card wasn't too horrible, though! That's always an upside, right?

Anyway, I should wrap this up. In the future, I'll probably send actual letters, but I wanted to make sure you got this as quickly as possible. Take care, Keiichi!

-Jeb

[December 30th, normal kissies? Or passion?]

[thebetterhalf]

[The experiment that's going on right now is without a doubt the worst one Marco's encountered so far. It's embarrassing and awful, and no matter how hard he tries, he just can't avoid the effects. Mistletoe is hidden in the weirdest locations.

Like up in a tree branch, hidden amongst normal leaves. Marco had glanced up there before passing by, but he hadn't spotted the mistletoe. Oh, how he wishes he'd just played it safe and avoided the tree entirely.]

[December 30th, passion since we're doing normal for Utena and Marco?]

[sketchingideals]

[Marco's not alone. Jeb had come here to draw. He had hoped to avoid the mistletoe. Unfortunately, this one had been a little too sneaky for him as well.]

...hi... [His voice his sheepish, until he realizes that this guy seems a little familiar.] Oh! We met at the grocery store once, right? I don't think I caught your name...

[Blabbering and fidgeting because he really doesn't want to think about what he knows he has to do.]

[December 30th, oh my]

[thebetterhalf]

[Huh- Oh. Oh, there's another boy under here. What rotten luck.]

Marco. I-it's Marco. [He rubs the back of his head awkwardly. He knows what has to be done, but after all the experiences he's already had with the mistletoe, he's beginning to develop a healthy reluctance to do so.]

[December 30th, oh my]

[sketchingideals]

[He doesn't like it any more than Marco--Jeb feels bad for kissing people who aren't Tori. He always has, right from the aftermath of his first Valentine's Day. Though the majority of the kisses happened then, there have been other ones...]

N-Nice to meet you, Marco! I mean, more formally. My name's Jeb. [A small laugh.] ...too bad it couldn't be in some other way.

[December 30th, oh my]

[thebetterhalf]

I guess it could've been worse circumstances. [A desperate attempt to look on the bright side, but an attempt nonetheless.]

[December 30th, oh my]

[sketchingideals]

Well, of course! There are certainly worse circumstances... [An awkward glance to the side.]

[December 30th]

[thebetterhalf]

[He shuffles his feet, eyes moving up to the mistletoe for a moment and then back to Jeb.]

Uhm. Well, I guess there's no point in putting this off longer than we have to.