Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy and Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. (Qualin and Lalnah, you know where this is going)
Qualin frowned uneasily at the frog he held in the little butterfly net. The amphibian was kicking wildly, trying to escape the net’s confines, but the Seer had retracted the lip of the net to keep the frog in.
"Are you sure this is the right one?" Qualin asked, holding the frog away from him. Of all the tasks he could have been assigned for this game, he just had get the one involving animals directly. The bottom of his Seer robes fluttered softly in the breeze as he quickly tipped the frog into his captchalogue system.
"Yes, of course," said Vivani’s voice in his ear. It was a bit too loud for comfort, so Qualin reached up and fiddled with the volume controls. "It showed up properly on the screen, and it was yellow and pink, right?"
"Mmm," Qualin said, shifting his net to the right hand. "I don’t see why you aren’t out here collecting these frogs. It would be going a lot faster if we switched places, you know I don’t do well with animals breaking things."
"Yes but you’re an ascended Seer of Space, doing the legwork fits your classpect better," Vivani replied. Qualin grumbled something about how it didn’t matter, both of them could fly. Vivani either didn’t hear or chose to ignore the statement. "I’m searching the next frog now. Maybe you should clean up that glass before your consorts get hurt."
"Let me know," was all Qualin said before muting his mic. He turned to the pile of shattered glass, awash with glitter and soaked in water. He sighed heavily before reaching out with his hand, closing his eyes. He concentrated a moment, but it was no use; when he opened his eyes again the glass was still in its shattered state on the ground.
"So much for that," he muttered. You’d have figured god tier powers manifested right away; besides being able to get wicked accurate estimations on weight, speed, height, etc., the only other thing Qualin could do right now was fly, magically change his outfit, and teleport maybe five feet away if he didn’t mind passing out for an hour or so. He supposed it would all come with practice and experience.
With a shake of his head Qualin made a move to gather up the shattered glass. However, before he could grab the first shard the ground rumbled, and then began to shake violently. Qualin yelped, and before he could send himself into the air a particularly rough shake sent him sprawling into the glass. He yelped in discomfort as glass shards scraped at his skin, and waited as slowly the earthquake stopped. The ceruleanblood sat up amongst the shards. Amazingly no skin was broken, so he just brushed away the shards on his person and moved the stand back up.
"Here," came a voice, and Qualin looked up to see Lalnah standing there. He, too, was decked out in god tier robes, but his were of a Mage of Void, and he had his wings softly glowing burgundy behind him. The rustblood had his hand outstretched, and Qualin took it, hoisting himself up and out of the pile of glass. He brushed himself free from any other shards that had decided to come along for the ride.
"You are alive again," Qualin said, smiling at the burgundy blood. Lalnah nodded, holding up his hand to examine and fluttering his wings. He gently swayed on his feet.
"I just tiered a little while ago," Lalnah said, pulling at the collar of his hood. "As my normal body was dead and gone I had to pull some strings on Derse to get myself god tiered. But it worked, and here I am. Sorry I didn’t come sooner." Qualin frowned at him. Lalnah was slurring his words; not a lot, but just enough to be noticeable.
"Why did you need to come here? Are you drunk?"
"Because of our deal, silly," Lalnah laughed. He snatched up Qualin’s hand and pulled him away from the broken glass and into the grass off the trail. "And I’m not drunk, I’m just a little tipsy. I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since before I died Qualin, much less alcohol, so before you say it, just let me live a little. Seriously. Besides, we have more important matters like our deal to think of right now."
"Deal? I do not remember a deal." Qualin asked as he allowed himself to be moved away. Lalnah just smiled down at him. Qualin was just about to open his mouth to prompt Lalnah again when the burgundyblood closed the space between them. Before Qualin could compensate by stepping back, Lalnah had one arm looped around Qualin’s waist and immediately tipped backwards. Qualin yelped as the went down into the grass. Qualin landed on top of Lalnah rather ungracefully, and flailed about a bit.
"What are yo-?!" Qualin began, but was cut off as Lalnah grabbed the back of the Seer’s head, pulled his head closer, and kissed him. Qualin immediately froze up in shock.
It was not entirely unpleasant. Whatever alcohol Lalnah had been drinking didn’t have a bad flavor to it. Lalnah’s lips were rather soft, and Qualin wagered it was because he had just resurrected with a body that was probably restored to new. However, Qualin found he could not stop staring wide eyed at the tinted glasses Lalnah wore; they no longer had the burgundy X’s through them. He remained still for a few more moments, and finally snapped out of his trance when he felt Lalnah poking his tongue into his mouth. Qualin flushed blue and immediately pulled his head back from Lalnah’s face. Lalnah opened his eyes and stared at Qualin in confusion.
“Is something the matter, Qualin?” Qualin sputtered a bit. “Oh. Is it my wings? I can take them off if they scare y-”
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Qualin interrupted him as he attempted to stand up. Lalnah released his grip and Qualin tipped to his side. He rolled a little and scrambled to stand, brushing himself off. He pulled his headband back into proper alignment. “I am trying to fulfill our deal,” Lalnah said, standing up as well. “Don’t you remember? Back when you were moving furniture and I got upset with you for being so nice to everything? And I begged for forgiveness and wanted to make it up to you and you finally suggested sloppy make outs? And I told you you’d have to wait until I got a physical form back?” Lalnah grinned. “Well, our time is now.” Qualin stared at him open mouthed for a few moments, trying to process what he had just heard, until finally he said, “…You remember that?”
“Of course!” Lalnah beamed, grabbing Qualin’s hands. Qualin smiled uneasily and tried to twist them out of his grip.
“Lalnah, I just said that to get you to drop it,” Qualin said, holding his hands out of Lalnah’s grip. “I figured that you would forget about it and that would be that.”
“Oh no, no,” Lalnah said. “I couldn’t simply forget about that. I owed you. Though I must admit if it was to just drop it then I understand why it was such an odd request.” Lalnah rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, since that’s not an option, what else can I do for you then?”
“You seriously just cannot let it go?” Qualin pouted. “Seriously Lalnah, it is all righ-”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” Lalnah whined, staring down at Qualin with puppy dog eyes.
“Ahem, Qualin?”
Qualin nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Vivani’s voice in his ear, and he reached to fiddle with the microphone switch on the ear piece. To his surprise and horror, the microphone was already unmuted. Well crap. The microphone must have turned on when Lalnah knocked them over. How much did Vivani hear?
“Yes, Vivani?” Qualin squeaked, his face even darker than it was before, holding his hand over his right ear, where the communicator was. Lalnah continued staring at him with a pouty face.
“I just wanted to inform you I seem to have located the next frog and I am texting you a description and location now.”
“Thank you, Vivani,” Qualin muttered, before muting his earpiece and looking to Lalnah. He pulled out his phone, where a notification from Vivani was waiting, and opened Trollian. He forwarded the message to Lalnah.
“Here is how you can make it up to me,” Qualin said. “Take that information, find the frog, and captchalogue it. Then bring it back to my hive so we can put it with the others, okay?” Lalnah beamed.
“Of course, I‘m on it!” Lalnah said, and was off in a flash. Qualin sighed quietly and rubbed at his eyes.
“Qualin,” came Vivani’s voice again, and Qualin sighed as he reached up to unmute the microphone.
“Yes, Vivani?”
“Could you please explain to me what you just did with my former moirail?”"…Well…"
