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[meca]

kinky

[allyourfeels]

I mean, yeah. But also practical???

I'm game for other stuff too tho.

[meca]

practical in a 'i don't want to fuck you rn' way or in a 'manipulating emotions takes effort and i can't maintain it while also fucking around' way

[allyourfeels]

second one, it's getting easier but it's hard to focus on other stuff when i'm doing it.

[meca]

( he'll allow it, this time. )

what about your sub?

[allyourfeels]

Noah and Cal both have partners. And idk if they'd be into letting me fuck with their feelings, or fucking someone else while I'm fucking with their feelings.

[meca]

noah and i fuck around sometimes

[allyourfeels]

... ok. I can ask and let you know? I just thought you'd know more casual people.

[meca]

i know people but
i don't really want to talk to them or basically anyone rn

[allyourfeels]

Man, just come over and we'll do something, just us.

[meca]

can you come over

[allyourfeels]

Yeah, just send me a pin.

[meca]

up housing
16b
it probably smells like weed tbh the overpowered warlock isn't home to fix it

( and oliver is just comfortably lounging on the cough in the living room, wearing nothing but boxers and tee shirt with the worst case of bedhead he's probably ever had. )

[allyourfeels]

you mind opening a window? i'm on my way.

[meca]

window is too far away

( he could probably magic it open but. effort. )

[allyourfeels]

that bad, huh?

[ that's fine, he can open the window once he gets there. ]

[meca]

like i'll admit i wasn't as slutty as nick back home but like
if i can stand up and walk i can build up the urge to whore around too

[allyourfeels]

i'll just open the window when i get there.

[meca]

i'll be here
maybe

[allyourfeels]

[ great, now he's walking faster. He'll be there soon, gotta find oli before he decides he can open the window, actually, and then exit through it. ]

[meca]

( wow, he's not that bad.

and he's still just. laying down on his bed, not moving. hair messy, window closed, and room definitely smelling of too much weed. what's left of the joint lays in the ashtray just to the side of his bed, and oliver's obviously fucking high. it adds a pleasantly cloudy feeling over all the fucked up other shit he's feeling; the depression, panic, a nice layer of paranoia under all of that which isn't really new but is worse. )

[allyourfeels]

[ when caleb arrives, he just lets himself in. he can feel oliver the second he's in the apartment, and that does a lot to quiet his own concerns, like, yeah it's shitty, but it's not 'jump out the window' shitty. ]

Hey, want me to dial shit down right away?

[ that's his greeting as he walks to open the window. caleb doesn't mind drugs, but he doesn't partake at all— he doesn't think it's wise, especially nowadays when he's using his abilities more. ]

[meca]

If you wanna.

( idly, as he waves a hand up to--wave caleb towards the window, a little belatedly. since caleb already found it. oops. )

Give me llike a half hour and I'll sober out.

[allyourfeels]

[ as soon as he gets the go-ahead, caleb dials down the intensity of everything oli's feeling. he doesn't make it go away altogether because that usually scares people, but he'll feel less sad, less scared, less wary. he could drown out all the negative stuff altogether, but not yet. later, once oli's at least moving. ]

Better?

[meca]

( it feels less like a brick trying to drag him down to the bottom of the ocean while he floats just below the surface, idly kicking his legs just enough that he doesn't sink further but can never quite get his head up above water.

so, )

Seven out of ten. ( at least the high still leaves it all cloudy and feeling a lot less. heavy. ) I bet you could do better.