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[thatminx]

DEFINITELY finding that guy and bribing him to tell me where you are. ;)

Casino, lobby, or somewhere else?

[sweatycoward]

nOOO HE PROMISED!! :o :O

fuck i don't know?? uh

not the casino tried to go in to find Wallace because slots but big fuckin dude not bro dude some other dude said i''m too wet hows that for customer service??

found an uhmmm

um it's i cant tell you its name gotta make it secret but it's a box it goes up and down beep bing

[thatminx]

Hey, fish aren't allowed in the elevators if they're not staying in the hotel. Come on, come back downstairs. Elevators are cheating.

[sweatycoward]

fiiiiine. ugH. for YOU, i jumped out at the last minute squeezed by a guy ha ha think he got a little soggy MY BAD,, GUY.

whatever he should feel blessed blesssed by the lagoon monster not everyones so lucky

u could be so lucky

if u find me c;

left a handprint on the wall for you..

[thatminx]

the lagoon monster just threatened to get me we

I could be so lucky, sure, sure.

No, I see you! Stop running!

oH MY GOD I CAN'T RUN IN HEELS

[sweatycoward]

[ The lagoon monster may be emitting a noise that falls somewhere between a shout and a laugh. May be shouting 'Sure well I can't run in DRUNK!'

And he's just gonna keep running.

Turn down one hall.

Turn down another.

Go through a door.

Another door. And.

Hey.

Hey, where is he?? ]

Kid?

kid???

i think i lost lost the game lost myself kid??? sosososos

[thatminx]

>:(

I can't believe you ran away. I have a handicap, I wore heels to make everyone jealous of you.

Besides. No "base" in hide-and-seek.

Well, I mean, I'm base. You're base. But no running!

Not fair.

[sweatycoward]

i regret

i have re grets

i found the grounnd

i didnt mean to run but

wait i did no lies no lies here i did mean to i m sorry very sorry please find me im cold :c

i will say good things about your shoes i will wear your shoes please find me

[thatminx]

Yeah, no lying. The floor is lies and you're on it now.

Are you still in the hotel? Did you see sunlight at all?

[sweatycoward]

surrounded by lies but iI will not lie to you u!

promise cross cross my heart

mm feels like carpet

on my face

the lies are carpet kAt

[thatminx]

[ Asking 'hey, have you seen a soaking wet drunk guy running through here' pans out, and she's pointed through a door, then a door.

Oh, Jesus, there he is, in a quiet part of the hotel. Quiet-ish, with the ever-present noise of slot machines. She sinks down to the floor beside him, painfully amused. ]

Found you.

[sweatycoward]

[ He's half-curled on his side, face pressed against the agreeably tacky carpet - just tacky enough, not too too bright for drunken eyes which are... closed drunken eyes, anyway - when he hears her voice, peels one eye open. ]

My hero.

[ And yes, yes, that's one hand reaching to brush her cheek. She's his knight in shining armor, best, best Kat. Got to thank her, mmhm. ]

[thatminx]

[ Poor guy. What a rough afternoon. And eventually, someone's going to come along and make them move on. She casts a wary glance around -

Oh, what the hell. They could be 'waiting for someone' if hotel staff comes to shoo them off. She shifts, coaxing him to lay his head in her lap. ]

You're a disaster, Fish.

[ It's not a condemnation. She smiles with, feels...adoration. Yes, that's a good word. ]

[sweatycoward]

[ He'll... Okay he'll accept that repositioning. Just settle in and give a little nuzzle, a brief hum. ]

You mispronounced 'monster.'

Shh shh, it's right. I won't tell.

Anyway. Anyway. 'm safe now, huh?

[thatminx]

[ God, he's adorable. Warms her through and through.

Her fingers work through his hair, carding and soothing. ]

Mhmm. 'Spunky blonde saves fountain monster.' Guillermo del Toro couldn't have written it better. Total summer blockbuster romance.

Did you really drench DeForest and Madeleine?

[sweatycoward]

[ He likes that. The sensation of her touch against his head, the tug and the softness through his hair. He likes it very much, and he closes his eyes, lets himself sink into it. Doesn't even recognize he's wet anymore, just that he's with her, just that he's safe and they're secluded and this is their own little place they've found at the end of the game. ]

...I did. [ Like a dawning realization. Like he'd forgotten - he had forgotten - all about it. ] Semi-drenched. Couldn't stick around long. You know. The shouting. They were drawing a crowd, couldn't get caught.

[thatminx]

[ Oh no, it sounds like maybe the Horrific Duo saw their lagoon monster.

Well. Whatever. It's not like no one knows what kind of person Treavor is, and it's not like Madeleine and DeForest deserve anything better than being doused in fountain water. ]

What am I going to do with you, hm?

[ Get him back to the hotel and into dry clothes, at some point. ]

I can't believe you ran away from me, though. Maybe my feelings are hurt.

[ The caress of her hand, the smile, the tenderness in her tone all would suggest otherwise. ]

[sweatycoward]

[ Oh yeah. Yeah. The Horrific Duo got a real good look. 'Cause hey, you know, he had to give DeForest the bird it's basically a rule between them, DeForest always gets the bird because he's a fucker. Madeleine gets a lot of second-hand birds. Which, whatever, she's earned 'em. ]

I'll bandage them. Make them better. Hey, hey, I didn't mean to hurt you.

[ He knows she's joking. Mostly knows she's joking. He didn't want to hurt her feelings?

Just in case. Just in case, he's going to open his eyes, look up at her. Try really really hard to transmit through a look just how much he didn't want to give her pains. ]

It's a game, kid. Just a game. Don't play games with jerks.

You're not a jerk. You're the unjerk.

[ A little kiss. He's going to draw her hand to his lips, give her just a little kiss to make it better. ]

[thatminx]

[ Her heart stutters, and her smile turns helpless, a little dazed. Well, certainly she can forgive him if he kisses her better, leaving her feeling so unfocused, so woolly. (This is -

This is falling in love, she thinks, and the thought is so uncomplicated and welcome. So easily considered and accepted.)

So, she admits softly: ]

My feelings aren't hurt. I like your games. But definitely kiss me better, just in case.

[ Never stop, she wants to add. Never go away.

Her fingertips trace paths along his cheek. ]

Hey, speaking of: don't I owe the fountain monster a kiss for surprising them? Or should I save it for later?

[sweatycoward]

Okay, good.

Good, because games are important and you're important and I need you both to get along.

[ And just like that, she's getting another kiss. And another. Aaand one more, just for good measure. Got to make sure she's very all better, after all. ]

Mmm, tough question. Look at you, asking the tough questions. Shit. Shit, is this a test? Mmm. What about now and later?

[thatminx]

[ She doesn't wait for a second invitation, leans down and half-interrupts him with a kiss.

Now, later, next week, next month - what a staggering, enthralling thought: he's (probably) not going to vanish on her. That maybe this is 'it'. ]

[sweatycoward]

[ Oh, well—

This is the nicest interruption he's ever had. Treavor's been cut off by a lot of people. People tired of listening to him or people annoyed with him, people shouting or walking off or Tricia cutting off a would-be-serious conversation by shoving her hand down his pants. A lot of people want him to shut up a lot of the time. Which he gets; he's got a big mouth, and not much of use to say. Not to most people.

This, though. This is welcome. This isn't a 'shut up' so much as a still-intimate and shared engagement. And he's going to kiss her right back, reach for her face, and isn't it wonderful how she grounds everything, smooths down the world's edges? She's wonderful.

And he's very, very lucky. ]

[thatminx]

[ When she breaks away, only inches, only the distance of a heartbeat (not her heartbeat, no, hers is hammering fast and echoing in her ears, suffusing her cheeks with color) she thinks she means to say something. She can't remember what it was, and maybe it doesn't matter, after all.

Her thumb brushes an arc across his cheek and she kisses the tip of his nose, a very serious gesture with a very serious expression that dissolves into a brilliant smile. Ah - now she remembers: ]

Fountain monsters get as many kisses as they want, if it keeps them from running off again.

[sweatycoward]

[ There's no panic, no worry when she draws back. No sense of 'over' or ending. Because she lingers. Because she has lingered. She wouldn't leave him here. She followed when he ran, and oh, oh, he won't run from her again, not even in jest, not if it gives her grief. That much, he can manage.

Look at that smile. Look at that very sudden, very certain smile. Like everything's worth the trouble of surviving. Like it's no matter at all to keep trying, if only he can face that smile, face her, see and be seen by her.

He's smiling right back, a little daft, perhaps a bit too clearly struck. ]

No more running off.

[ One finger to her jaw, a quick tap. ]

But don't forget about the kisses. You have very good kisses. Shh, that's a secret, though. Won't tell. Won't tell, won't run away.

[thatminx]

[ Is that what it's like, to have someone look at her that way? She can remember how Ichabod looked at her, hungry for something she clearly could never give him, and there were others with hopeful smiles and appraising eyes, and Brom once in a while with something that was only a shadow of this. But never this.

Maybe all those things she didn't believe in are real, after all. She had to find them in a side hallway in an aging hotel in Las Vegas, apparently. her fingers pick up the slow work through his hair again. ]

You can't run off, anyway. I'm pretty sure it's against the rules: I caught you, so now I get to keep you.