IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[callmefives]

Fives swallows and almost looks away, almost falls into silence and assumes it can't possibly include him. But he's trying not to do that anymore, or at least not as much, so he licks his lips and makes himself ask, quietly, "Do you... do you mean me too?" And tells himself it won't matter if he doesn't.

[magician_king]

"I know I'm inking Jedao's arm- I'm talking only about you, Fives." He says, turning his head to smile at him.

"I mean, if that's okay, obviously."

[callmefives]

"Oh." He flushes a little in warm, unexpected pleasure and dips his chin jerkily in a truncated nod. "Yeah. That... please." His answering smile is wide enough the corners of his eyes crinkle, but somehow still a little shy. Tattoos are important, and he squeezes Quentin's hand maybe a little too tightly.

[ninefox]

Jedao beams a little, although mercifully doesn't reiterate how fucking cute they are out loud.

"We definitely want a piece of you with us that way," he affirms instead, in support for Fives' expressive but unspecific stammering.

[magician_king]

"Where can I have?"

He asks, glancing over at Fives.

"Where do the others ones go, once you get them back?"

[callmefives]

"Jedao's dragonfly on my left forearm and his deuce of gears on my temple," he answers, though he does still get Jedao to redo the henna on his left temple every time it starts to fade. "The Rishi eel, like the one on my bucket, will cover most of my back, and Tup's firefly over my heart."

He squeezes Quentin's hand again. "And I already have a handprint on the right side of my chest and a rotary blaster on my right shoulder," he adds. "So... anyplace else?"

[ninefox]

"If you do right forearm, we'd be matching," Jedao points out, at least partly. "Or you could think about the design you want to give him first."

[magician_king]

"Right forearm please."

He confirms, eyes slipping shut.

"And higher, I'll make sure it fits cleanly into the shoulder piece."

[callmefives]

Fives sets his now empty cup carefully aside on the floor, then rolls up onto his knees with a sort of absent, animal grace, so that he can lean up and over the bed, and Quentin, and press a kiss to his cheek. "Right forearm," he agrees, resting his forehead against Quentin's temple for a moment. "Whatever you want."

[ninefox]

Jedao loves them both so much. He's so glad they can make each other happy.

"I can't wait to see it," he agrees.

[magician_king]

"How do you guys both move like that? I am covered with bruises from smashing into my own furniture while just walking, never mind springing here and there like a leopard."

Complains Quentin, without complaining, reaching up to squeeze the nape of his neck before rolling onto his side, drawing his knees up to stretch the small of his back and squirming a bit before settling down.

[callmefives]

Fives stays where he is, kneeling on the floor, and lets his head hang between his shoulders in response to Quentin's hand at his nape. Once Quentin's settled he leans a little into Jedao's leg.

"I don't know about him," he answers, and tips his head just enough to smirk up at Jedao sidelong. "But I was genetically engineered this way."

[ninefox]

"In Academy they used to put pepper grenades on our heads with the pins tied to our hair while we went through obstacle courses, and if we didn't keep our balance smooth and perfect, we'd have to go to marksmanship next period with our eyes half swollen shut." Jedao adds cheerfully, almost nostalgically. He appreciates a good incentive that doesn't actually kill you.

[magician_king]

"Well, I'm not doing either of those things, so you're just going to have to keep grabbing me by the elbow and redirecting me around the coffee table."

Says Quentin, sliding a bit more so that he can rest his head against Jedao, and drape his legs over Fives so he's tucked proprietarily in the crook of his knees, a long and ungainly sprawl.

[callmefives]

"You're a weirdly graceful klutz," Fives offers, and drags himself up off the floor onto the bed as Quentin rearranges himself. It was well worth the effort when he finds himself tucked up under Quentin's knees, and he reaches out to lay a hand on Jedao's thigh.

[ninefox]

"Have you considered getting softer furniture?" Jedao asks, entirely serious. When you're bad at the game, change the game.

[magician_king]

"What does a soft kitchen chair look like?"

He wonders, eyebrows lifting.

"How about low tables that we sit at on cushions?"

[callmefives]

Fives curls a hand around one of Quentin's ankles and reaches out to lay the other on Jedao's thigh and lays back, remarkably content. "I think a low table might be even more of a hazard," he points out, tipping his head to look at Quentin, smile wry. "It'd be so low it was out of your easy line of sight and your shins or ankles would be doomed."

[ninefox]

"A table with squishy tentacles to nudge you away. You could make that, probably."

Even if most guests would find the image more perturbing than Jedao does. It's got nothing on being mysteriously cocooned by an angry unknown voidmoth, after all.

[magician_king]

"Well, I wouldn't affix it to the table. But maybe I could build myself some kind of low-key proximity thrum."

He says, tilting his head side to side.

"A buzz when I'm on a collision course."

[callmefives]

"Besides," Fives chimes in. "Tentacles make me feel like the table would be groping anyone who sat at it." Clearly a buzz would be better.

[magician_king]

"Countdown to Jedao getting ideas in three, two-"

Says Quentin, with his eyes shut, smile curving at the ceiling.

[ninefox]

"If the table buzzes, then I'm going to run into it," Jedao announces, not one to disappoint.

[callmefives]

"No tentacles or vibrators attached to the dining table," Fives decides, very solemnly, except for the part where he's grinning at Jedao.

[magician_king]

"I could make a specialty desk?"

He offers, because now he's kind of on board with the idea.