a catchall through the end: fall and winter

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WHO: Kaspar Blumlund + others
WHAT: some ota, some closed. auction date and effects prompts, whatever makes sense to put here
WHEN: throughout February-March
WHERE: varies
WARNINGS: mind the headers


autumn
plotting | event
bug eater farm ic inbox

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[ Kaspar nods, letting Steinbeck steal a piece without moving back. It is pleasant, the closeness, and he can almost still pretend they are the only two people in the universe.

But the questions pulls his gaze back the poor eyeless fish. A distant look passes, supplanted by warmth. ]

... my father did. He would mail them sometimes, pickled.

[ With that, he takes another bite and quiets himself as the brief wave of nostalgia crashes and he moves on to steal a piece of his own from Steinbeck's plate.

By his movement, it is sort of clear he does not know what he is putting in his mouth. ]

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[He notices the distant look, his eyes narrowing ever slightly with a tinge of concern welling up in his eyes - maybe its the closeness, the heat of the food, the atmosphere, but he almost has an urge to pull the man close. He doesn't act on it, but he doesn't pull out of the personal bubble either.]

Pickled fish. That's a thought. [And he feels Kaspar leaning in - the next urge he doesn't ignore, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the side of his mouth.] Haha, careful with that one. It's pepper steak. Might be spicy.

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[ Kaspar is in the mood to relish the invasion of his personal bubble, at least by Steinbeck. His eyes, the only ones that matter, and Kaspar is so lost in his stealthy bite stealing that the kiss has him blink and almost laugh right into into it. It is soft and breathy under a warmed gaze, just before he pops the steak into his mouth. The warning leaves the other man, but it wouldn't have stopped his curiosity anyway.

Ah.

He has somehow avoided anything this spicy before. Kaspar eats it, letting it linger like he does with most new foods. But his face heats red and his expression fights against caving in to his slightly watery eyes and pin pricked tongue. The sound he makes when he swallows isn't as pitiful as a whimper, and not as high pitched as a whine. Mild distress, stifled in his slightly heated throat. It is a sound no one has heard from him before, and quiet as it is, Steinbeck remains the only witness.

Now he really doesn't want to talk. Even when amusement blurs the edges. Like the pain of laughing too much or being tickled too mercilessly. ]

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Oh my...oh my god.

[Sorry, his eyes are crinkling in sheer amusement as he sees the spice hit, and it makes him endeared all the more. Kaspar, sensitive to spice? More likely than you think!]

Here, here, drink water! Come on! [Because as much as he's trying not to laugh, he doesn't want Kaspar to choke, either, reaching for a glass to offer to him. His other hand goes to pat the other on the back, lightly.] Breathe, Kaspar, breathe-!

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[ Kaspar takes the glass and a very long drink, tipping his head back. Whether it was Steinbeck's or his, it is empty by the time he sets it down again. Cool relief is temporary, but the lingering warmth spread by his drink is bearable.

Eyes still watery, Kaspar reaches for another bite of pepper steak. But with a smile he offers it to Steinbeck's lips instead. His eyes linger on them. ]