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[irritating]

IC Date: Dec 28th

[ Apollo's had a busy night plus she's a lazy asshole, so even into the early afternoon she can be found, still asleep, on the couch where she had fallen asleep the night before. She's still completely naked except for her usual overabundance of bracelets and rings and whatever the hell else she wanted to put on yesterday - but, thankfully, she's laying on her stomach and although her back and her legs are clearly bare, she's managed to tangle a blanket around her waist in a such a way that she's not immediately, totally indecent.

Not that that takes away from the fact that it's extremely obvious what she was doing to end up where she currently is. Of course, her clothes thrown all over the place in every which way were probably going to be the first indication of that anyway.

Sorry, Marduk. Welcome home. ]

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[ There's something actually genuine in her expression as she watches him try to answer. Her head is tilted in a way that always gives away her curiosity, and she finds herself... well, actually understanding what's going on here. It's because she remembers this stupid gray area all too well herself, having lived in it for so long when it came to the person she loved too. ]

Yeah, and in what sense am I talkin'? What d'you think of him as, then?

[oversleeps]

[ eh. he gazes at the floor, lips pulling back in a snarl. there are a variety of answers he could give here, all with different levels of sincerity. it's just a question of honestly, though if apollo has been stealing his journal any efforts at duplicity are honestly wasted.

he'll take his chances. ] If I did think of him as something-- well, it wouldn't matter. Isn't that much obvious? [ like, given that you boned him and all. ]

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Well, why don'tcha go make it matter?

[ For someone who literally just fucked one of the two people involved in this tangly relationship, she is surprisingly supportive and even encouraging when it comes to getting them together. ]

I ain't startin' another discussion on bein' spontaneous versus bein' a sad sack of shit, but I am gonna fuckin' tell you one more damn time not to pussyfoot around like an asshole.

[oversleeps]

( he shrinks further into the blanket, quiet and sullen. )

Advice noted and unappreciated. ( comes the eventual muffled response. marduk continues to pointedly stare at the floor. internally he debates about what else to tell apollo, if he even should mention anything else; something that would get her to back off would be ideal. what he comes up with is: ) I have someone else back home. ( and he turns away from her fully, returning to his old position. conversation over. )

[irritating]

[ Wow excuse you no, you can't just say something like that and expect the conversation to be over. In fact, that just gets Apollo even more on his back, because now she's smiling through still bloody teeth and she has about ten thousand more questions to blurt out. ]

Really? Shit, what's he like? What's his name? [ Of course she's just going to assume it's a guy here. ] How's your luck with the men anyway, is he fuckin' gorgeous too? Does Vanadi know? How long you been bangin' this one, anyway? Or shit, maybe it's more like lovemakin', huh? Is it?

[oversleeps]

( maybe if he pulls the blanket all the way over his head, she'll stop talking? marduk certainly tries, to no avail. somehow, these plans of his always seem to backfire... )

Vanadi is well aware of her. ( even apollo should pick up on that. he hopes. ) Do I really need to spell this out for you?

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[ Pulling the blanket over his head just makes her lean closer. You know, since he probably can't hear as well underneath that furry thing and all. ]

A girlfriend! [ Tell her more, Marduk, she wants to know everything. ] Shit so-- aww, fuck, you can't choose, that's it, isn't it? What, don't wanna do one of them open things?

[oversleeps]

( he can feel her leaning closer and responds by shifting away, settling into the corner of the back of the couch and the armrest. a shame he can still hear her just fine in spite of all his efforts to the contrary. ) Do you mind? ( whether he's referring to her interrogation or her invasion of his personal space, the question is the same. )

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No, should I?

[ It's debatable whether she's just being an asshole again or if the meaning of that question actually did fly over her head, but either way she's still there, and still talking. ]

So? Is that it, is that what's got your panties in a fuckin' twist? You got yourself a girl back home yet you wanna smooch an' love an' fuck a guy here?

[oversleeps]

[ he winces, though it's hard to tell under a blanket. when put like that, it sounds... ridiculous. at the same time, he feels another rush of irritation; just because he wasn't as goddamn loose as some people, honestly-- ]

Is that really something you need to ask for clarification on? [ with a huff he yanks the blanket back down. all the better to glare at her with. ] Why the fuck are you even still talking?

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Shit calm down, I'm just checkin'! [ Oh hey there roomie, his glare is going to be met with her continual obnoxious smile when he finally pokes his head out. ]

I'm askin' 'cause I care! [ She actually is starting to take a genuine interest in what all happens in the life of Marduk these days, though possibly because she's a nosy piece of shit. ] I mean damn I just fuck, love an' not love whoever the hell I want which apparently you got some kinda fuckin' problem with, but you're in that stupid gray area, yeah? That shitty feelin's fuckin' universal when you're stuck there, no matter what kinda circumstances, y'know?

[oversleeps]

[ he throws his hands up, exasperated. ] Oh, sure, tell me more! Impart your grand wisdom on me, the fucking unworthy, and let me know where the hell I've gone astray. Please! Help me find where I've gone wrong.

[irritating]

[ She takes a minute then to inhale and exhale, as though she's gathering the patience to deal with him. Listen up asshole, she's about to learn you a thing here. ]

Alright, I've already told you where you're goin' wrong a thousand times by now and it ain't workin' so I'm gonna tell you somethin' else. [ She sticks out her right arm then with the purpose of drawing his attention to the hieroglyphs tattooed there, and recites the words in that second language he's no doubt heard her speak in before. Even when she begins to explain in English, she doesn't lift her eyes from the writing. ] It's an Azizan prayer for the safe passage and return of the lost. I have it on my arm 'cause the only man I've ever loved is Azizan, and he's missing. I dunno if there's... anything I coulda done to stop that, but I'm tellin' you right fuckin' now that if I had my time back, I'd do fuckin' everything I wanted to do but didn't.

[oversleeps]

[ he hates to admit apollo has surprised him with the answer, but there it is. while listening her talk about herself at length is something marduk is long used to by now, hearing something that's so personal evokes a whole new level of discomfort in him; he looks away.

he's beginning to feel stupid now, like he always does once he's been angry enough. he doesn't acknowledge apollo's words for a long time, nor the gravity behind them, silently staring into the fire as though it'll have a better response.

the worst part is, she really has a point. ] I don't think-- I want to live a life without regrets. [ god, does that sound dramatic. with a small grimace, he adds on: ] If such a thing is even possible.

[irritating]

[ On some level it still hurts her a bit to talk about Jerek's current status, but she's got a good handle on things now. She's quiet as she sits there beside Marduk, assuming he's thinking, and waits until he finally responds. ]

So do it! [ To her, it seriously is as simple as that. ] I mean some shit ain't ever gonna be erased, but from the moment you decide you ain't gonna be a sucker anymore onwards, you'll have a golden fuckin' record. Why d'you think I have so much fuckin' fun all the time, huh?

[oversleeps]

[ but it isn't that simple, goddammit. ] If you're the result, I'm not sure it's worth it.

[ marduk sets the blanket to the side. it's obvious he's still not going to be getting any sleep for a while yet. he leans down, digging around under the couch for his journal, dragging it out but not opening it. he does finally glance back at apollo, though. ] Somehow I doubt our definitions of fun line up all too well.

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[ She shrugs. Whatever man, haters gonna hate. ]

Yeah you're a fuckin' stick in the mud so you're probably right 'bout that one. But, well, I guess just do whatever the fuck weirdness it is you think is fun, and that'll be your version of livin' regret free. [ And, eying the journal, she adds: ] Whatcha gonna write in there today?

[oversleeps]

Just because I don't fuck with wild abandon doesn't mean I'm a [ SIGH ] stick in the mud.

[ he thumbs through the pages, flipping through everything that's already been written. ] Maybe nothing. [ he pauses, then throws it to apollo. ] Part of the problem, isn't it?

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Yeah I know don't worry, you got lotsa other shit that makes you a stick in the mud.

[ The journal being thrown to her is unexpected, but her reaction time is quick enough to allow her to grab it just as it hits her in the boob. ] The fuck you givin' me this for? [ Despite her question, she holds onto it looking as though she isn't going to give it back anytime soon. ] I thought you were gonna kill me over touchin' it last night.

[oversleeps]

I still might. [ don't think he's forgotten that-- but he tips his head back over the back of the couch (why did they steal such a small one), not especially looking as though he's about to commit murder in the immediate future. ]

... It doesn't really matter. [ he says this at length; and it's true. it's not as though there's anything in there he'd be embarrassed if apollo read, not even the parts with vanadi in them. it was more the principle of the thing, and... with how much she's said today, the least he can do is give the same willingly. even if it's something she's already read. ] Keep it. See if I give a shit.

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Uh huh.

[ Nope, never gonna believe that one. She is, however, having a little bit of trouble believing he actually wants her to keep his journal. Squinting suspiciously, she glances up from the book to Marduk. ] Really? Why? What areya gonna write in if I've gotta hold of your diary?

[oversleeps]

Nothing. [ it's as simple as that. he doubts it'll last-- give it long enough and he'll be stealing it back from apollo-- but for now, it sounds like a good resolution to start. just in time for the new year, or whatever.

he takes the blanket up again, making a shooing motion with the other hand. ] Seriously, fuck off already. [ he already tried sleeping once with you here, and look at where it got them, huh? ]

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[ Apollo makes an indignant little huff when he shoos her, pretending to be offended. But luckily, she's ready to start the day now. ] Fuck, fine.

[ And there she goes, finally getting up and on her feet. Still totally butt naked except for her jewelry and not giving a single shit about it, Apollo just sort of stands there and stretches for a good minute before finally wandering away to pick up her clothes on the floor. ]

Thinkin' I'll do some shoppin' today. [ By which she means stealing. ] Want me to pick somethin' up for you while I'm out, Duckling?

[oversleeps]

[ as soon as she gets up from the couch he flops over on it, dragging the blanket back up over his head to block any and all light. apollo's question gets nothing but a sigh out of him; he rolls over, burying his face into the back of the couch. it's a pretty obvious no, at least. ]

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Some snacks, got it. [ For badness, she even reaches over to pat his head. Or... whatever she thinks is his head, given how quickly he'd disappeared under the blanket and wiggled his way to comfort. ] Guess I'll put some fuckin' clothes on, then. Happy nappin' to you, in the meantime.