#clopinxflotsam

[orleans-jester]

Game Night.

They all had their reasons for wanting to drink tonight. The Esmeralda situation. The River and Summer situation. Either way, it was time to leave that shit behind because it was Game Night in Clopin and Kuzco’s room.

Candyland themed of course. Sweet shots, sweet cocktails, lotsa candy, it was lit in there, disco ball going, turning everything bright and sparkly in that bedroom. Twister mat on the ground, Truth or Dare Jenga all set up on an end-table, card deck, UNO card deck, and a game of Headbandz where Clopin had made all the cards because who wanted to pretend to be a cat when they could be the three-titted woman from Total Recall.

Literally as soon as the unmarried couple came in, Clopin was up to them with the first shots. Tequila. “Think we all need this to start the night off, what do you think?”

[orleans-jester]

Clopin @ Flo/Val

Clopin: Went into the house for like the tenth time and then remembered you ragamuffins left me.

Clopin: I hope New Zealand is worth it.

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@cryptid-killjoy​

With every step that Clopin took, he squeaked. And he was absolutely loving it.

It was the only thing in New Orleans that he could get that looked like a snowsuit. And it was sweltering inside - he could feel every pore on his body opening up, ready to fill the thing with sweat. It might as well be a hot tub suit with how much he was going to stew in it. And yeah, he could have put it in his luggage right away, and wore a normal outfit over to the Laveaus, but where was the fun in that? He wanted to show it off to the boys who weren’t coming.

He let himself into the house, knowing that he was expected. He would have even if he hadn’t been - just as Flotsam could at his own place with Kuzco. There was a risk of seeing some bare ass and maybe something dirtier, but that was just a risk that both of them took either way.

“Is it just me, or do I look like I double as anal beads?” He asked, striking a pose in the kitchen.

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Clopin @ Flotsam

Clopin: Just a heads up

Clopin: Miiiiight have erased the last almost twenty years from Esmeralda's memory

Clopin: So the last thing she remembers is coming out of the netherworld

Clopin: 🤷‍♂️

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Clopin @ Flo

Clopin: Ugh this is so GROSS

Clopin: But I think I'm pretty close

Clopin: To meeting this prick as a dad

Clopin: Cause even I just can't stay mad

Clopin: At a kid who helped out our family

Clopin: During that whole chaotic calamity

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Clopin & Flotsam

Clopin just strolled into the livingroom like he owned the place. He wasn’t one for boundaries usually, especially when it came to Flotsam, since they really were like brothers. Maybe not in the way that Flotsam and Jetsam were brothers, but nonetheless, that was one relationship that was unlike any other. He wasn’t in some elaborate costume this time, but the clothes that he was wearing would put Flotsam in mind of the old panhandling days. Purple shirt. Gold shorts. Even a dark purple hat sat atop of his head with a golden feather in the cap. Just the usual old Clopin from the street.

“How ya feeling, ya lookin appealing, look at that body, dressed to impress somebody?” He asked, making himself comfortable on one of the chairs and stretched his feet out. There was a hole in one of his socks and his big toe peeked out, but it wasn’t much of a bother. Socks were socks, and he was wearing them with sandals anyway, so he could feel the breeze. It was a trend that Kuzco rarely let him wear, but the Laveaus wouldn’t care. “Didn’t have to pull out the stops for little ol’ me.”

Course, he would say that no matter what Flotsam was wearing. The ageless features of the guy still made Clopin give him a double look. He loved his husband more than life and goats, but hey, Flotsam was a good looking guy. He crossed one ankle over the other, and hoped that the happiness and giddiness in his face came across as mischief  rather than smugness.

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Clopin to Flotsam

Clopin: Ayyyyy (That's what the kids say these days)

Clopin: Ready for some company?