nar tasi

Eri’Ganu nar—well, it’s not important. I’m a busy guy. What do you want?

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

    ( What? )

        Sal was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that they were under a fairly bright light until he glanced at Eri, taking notice of it reflecting off of his mask, and then noticing the brightness of the spot they were in entirely.

             ( Oh. Oops. )           He didn’t really sound like he cared, he sounded more amused than anything, scooting over into the shade, fighting off a grin.

                  ( Better? )

   Eri grimaces and looks away.           “Do you always blind every person you look at?”

  “No. I have a headache.” Yes, it’s better.

[eriganu]

   “Hey, Sal, I—”

   Looks over his shoulder and—         Eugh.             Lifts a hand over his face.

“—Keelah.” Ow. “Can you just—step out of the light. You’re giving me a headache.”

[shirleytemplar-blog]

I may seem like an asshole

but deep down I’m a good person

and even deeper down I’m a bigger asshole

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

   Sure——       [He pauses for a second, narrowing his eyes. That answer was just reflex, but now he’s actually thinking about it. Because food.

           Not that Sal has much time to think about it before Eri is opening the door and he is backing up, clearing his throat.]

        So… About dinner.

   You just--           [ Eri shakes his head, muffling a laugh. ]   You and food. Are you ever sated, or do you get hungry every five minutes without eating? 

     [ He stretches out a little, leaning up on his toes as he does so. ]              So?

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

   [Sal almost rolls his eyes at the protest, smiling a little.       But he doesn’t say anything for that second, but then raises a brow when Eri speaks again, that small smile fading temporarily before he chuckles.]

            Okay, okay. No making it weird.     You uh… gonna come out or do you want to stay in there for a while?

          I don't know. [ Eri hesitates for a moment, opening his mouth to reply again, then closing it. What does he want to say?   'Don't do that again', sort of. ]         Look-- [ He said not to make it weird. ] Next time you do that, at least buy me dinner first, or something. 

       [ He turns, letting his fist 'thunk' against the door before he sighs and opens it, folding his arms over his chest a little and glancing off to the side. ]

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

   [Suddenly — at the sound of Eri’s voice — he finds himself feeling quite nervous. Salaais stays quiet, pressing his tongue up against the roof of his mouth.           He sighs suddenly, dropping his hand to his side again and furrowing his brow.]

             Eri, I——                        Shit. If you’re really that bugged, then…

      [He draws in a breath.]

                                        I’m sorry.

    I-I’m not bugged. [ He protests, sliding down against the door until he ‘thumps’ against the floor and stares out at his legs. He folds his arms again. ]

      Don’t. [ He says after a second, resting the side of his head against the door with a clunk. ] Don’t say sorry. [ He lightens up after a moment, voice more joking than snappy. ] Don’t make it weird, Sal.  

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

      [Salaais was expecting the squeak. Sort of. He was certainly expecting some kind of noise, which made the squeak all the more amusing.              He let his attention be drawn when Eri’Ganu spoke his name, expecting to be told to stop, which he would have agreed to and actually stopped, but before he can grasp an idea of what his friend might do, Sal gasps as Eri suddenly wrenches himself free from his arms and bolts.

              Sal just stares after him, eyes widened in momentary surprise before he actually has to hold back a laugh. But he does feel badly for Eri, moving to the door and putting a hand against it, thinning his lips when he can feel an apology on his tongue.]

[ Eri leans up against the door once it closes shut behind him and locks, taking in a deep, unsteady breath as his hands rise to the sides of his head. He knows better than to take this seriously, but so much touching makes him feel-- fidgety. Uncomfortable? Not unbearably so, if only because he knows Salaais, but still...

He takes in a deep, filtered breath and slumps a little against the door, shuddering at the almost phantom feeling of arms around his waist or hands down his arms. 

He blinks at the noise of a hand against the door, and looks over his shoulder, his voice grumpy. ]

          What?

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

        Yes you areee.   [Sal watches him close, as much as he can, allowing him to draw his hands away. He contemplates on what he is about to do next, wondering what it is he should do.

           An idea sparks, and he grins again, straightening up a little and slipping his arms around Eri’s waist, holding him closer.]

        Nnn--

  [ Eri'Ganu, for one, is not a huge fan of being touched, let alone held in any way, shape, or form, so when Sal snakes his arms around his waist and pulls him closer, he digs his feet into the ground and his fingers into his arms, eyes widening. As well as makes an embarrassing noise, much like a squeak, voice cracking. ]

        Sal--

   [ Instead of politely asking him to stop, Eri wrenches himself away and immediately flees into the next room, whatever 'cool' he had for the situation abruptly lost.           He locks the door. ] 

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

        [He is definitely doing this on purpose, for his own amusement. The fact that Eri was not very good at dealing with this only made it better.      Though admittedly, Salaais did feel a little bad about it, but he kept going anyway, the grin settled on his features fading into nothing more than a seductive smirk.]

                You are completely blind to the obvious, then. [He mutters as he slides his hands back down Eri’s arms, all the way to his hands, which he takes and holds firmly in his own, fingers laced.]              Because you are so, so cute.

       For fuck’s sake, [ he mutters, mostly to himself, further resisting the urge to yank his hands away and run into the next room. He does not try to lace his fingers back. ] I hate you. No I’m not.

     [ Although, the moment he feels his embarrassment spike, he pulls his hands away and crosses his arms, tilting his head up and away. ] 

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

   [Salaais’ grin doesn’t fade at all just yet, moving around to Eri’s back and sliding his hands up along his arms, until they rest upon his shoulders. He grips them, gently, leaning down into his friend’s personal space.]

           Yes you are.

  [ He's doing this on purpose, Eri knows he is. Yet he still scrunches his shoulders together, just a little, hiking them up once Sal moves around to his back and slides his hands up his arms.    His head tilts down, staring seemingly intently at his hands, nervously fidgeting.       This really isn't fair. Eri'Ganu is not adept to dealing with his own confusion and embarrassment. ]

     No, I'm not. [ He says a little louder, lips twisted down into a frown. ] 

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

   [The way Eri struggles with his words makes Salaais grin about a mile wide, feeling greatly pleased. And then he is suddenly shoved away, but that only makes him laugh once his balance is caught.]

            Me? An asshole?          Well, you aren’t wrong there.          But you, Eri — the king of all the bitchy dickhole quarians — are surprisingly adorable when you’re embarrassed.

        [Adorable enough to tempt Sal to just trip Eri and catch him just so he can make an attempt to embarrass him further. It’s all joking, of course, but he’s still tempted despite his apparent lack of interest.]

[ Eri takes a step away. ]

    Yes! Keelah!   You are worse than I am!

[ It almost sounds like he's whining. Angrily and defiantly, Eri knits his brows together when Sal continues, arms folding across his chest, turning his head and mumbling his next reply. ]

            No 'm not. 

[fromrakhanaidepart]

|| what is this…….. what… ||

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

    [That quiet noise amuses him, and Sal wants to purr at him. However, the synthetic voice would make him sound like a broken radio(in his opinion), so he doesn’t bother to try.         But he can see that face, and his smile brightens, watching as Eri’s head is turned away.]

              Oh, absolutely.     [Salaais does so a little reluctantly, staring at Eri for a long, long moment.]

    [ Hands and legs a little bit shaky, Eri breathes in deeply and immediately brushes himself off once his feet touch solid ground again, averting his gaze to stare down at the ground. ]

       I--  [ Eri pauses, pupils flicking up to catch sight of that wide, smug smile, and his brows knit together irritably. ]            Fuckin'--  [ Then, annoyed and slightly angry with himself for getting so embarrassed, he reaches out and shoves Sal away. ]                   You fucking asshole. 

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

    [Salaais watches with great pride as Eri reacts so… adorably. It wasn’t often he thought that of the man but he certainly did now, and it almost replaced his mischievous grin with a soft smile.         His own silence is broken by a chuckle, unable to hold it back. Though one thing he is trying to hold back is the images he put running through his own head, and definitely Eri’s.]

             Then I shall accept your answer, but I’m still going to hold you for a little while, because you are too cute to resist.

    [ He really wants to ask Salaais to put him down now, and he would if he didn't think he'd trip a thousand times over the words before they even left his mouth, so he just stays quiet and continues to sort of shrink in on himself, making a quiet noise in the back of his throat as an answer. ]

      Nnuh-- [ He struggles a but, reluctantly pulling his hands away from his mask; Sal is close enough to him to see the better half of his face reflected through purple glass, and especially the darkened cheeks. He keeps his fists tucked tight to his chest, head turning away. ] C-can you put me down-- n-not on y-- O-on-- on the ground?

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

    [Admittedly he’s a little disappointed by the failed attempt, but he doesn’t let it show. He just continues as he is, bringing Eri up a little more and muttering to him his reply.]            You can, but if you say yes…       [Sal trails off into a whisper with a smirk, and when he is finished, he pulls his head back and stares, looking awfully proud of himself for his horribly dirty joke.]

          I-I'm-- 

     [ Eri attempts to interrupt, but dwindles off into silence when Sal finishes speaking, eyes widening further and the blush on his face immediately intensifying, enough to bring him to raise his hands to hold over his face-- as if to hide it, in spite of the mask already there.     He really wishes what Sal has said didn't immediately bring those mental images to mind, but they appear nonetheless, and all Eri'Ganu can really do is attempt to shrink in on himself, even bringing his legs and his feet together tighter, toes curling and fingers clutching at the mask over his face defensively, voice still a mutter, timid and quiet. ]

                    'M saying no. 

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

   [Grins at him before leaning down, bumping their foreheads, eyes going partially lidded as he continues to stare, attempting eye contact.]          Can I put you down in my lap?

   [ It doesn't work, because Eri just looks away, frowning heavily behind his mask and trying to fight off the blush still creeping up his neck. It feels like it takes every ounce of his very being not to reply loudly and defensively to that, but instead he just folds his arms over his chest and looks away and mumbles a; ]              Can I say no? 

[eriganu]

fromrakhanaidepart:

   [SNICKERS.]         There isn’t a word in the dictionary for how good you look.

   [ Drags his hands down his face. Well. Mask. ]

        Is it called 'disgruntled and annoyed'?