Dec 20, 2017
I'm late but Michael and Tieria 1B if possible?? I'm so happy you're still here though
@michael-trinity
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I'm late but Michael and Tieria 1B if possible?? I'm so happy you're still here though
@michael-trinity
🍪 "Fine you can have one of my oreos but only because Tieria told me to be nice to you. They're candy apple flavor." [michael-trinity]
“Works for me.” Neil takes one of the oreos and pulls it apart before eating the cream in the center. “mm, pretty good.”
@michael-trinity
“Two things. One, I didn’t make the game - I don’t know how to. Two, is no one else going to mention that Michael has played the hell out of that game?”
And finally, for our last, but no less important, prize! And it’s for @michael-trinity!!
Yeah, yeah, look at your pretty face. You’re obviously a killing machine, @michael-trinity.
[x] [x]
@michael-trinity: [ x ]
Michael groaned, irritated at being denied the warmth of a body next to him. The previous night was already very slowly piecing itself back together in his half-awake brain, or at least parts of it were. Something about a dispute over the ownership of a potted plant, pink-colored fireworks, a bee shaped cake that he might or might not have lit on fire, and possibly something more important.
Possibly.
Finally cracking his eyes open, he noticed immediately that the man pressed against the opposite wall was not his brother, who he usually shared a bed with. And, impulse control as broken as ever, he said as much.
“You’re not Johann.”
Right. This was…Tieria, or some such name. He’d know that shade of purple hair a mile away even after so little time, not that he’d readily admit it. Waking up next to him wasn’t inherently a problem. The problem was, Michael could not piece the remembered events together in a way that made sense. Sitting up and rubbing his red eyes, he took note of the ring.
“What’s with the cheap-looking ring?” No sooner were the words out of his mouth did he notice the matching one on his own hand. “…Oh. …Oh.”
That, he didn’t remember at all.
“Michael Trinity.” Tieria could never forget that name. If there was one thing he could say for the first impression the blue-haired man made on him, it was that it was memorable.
(He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was something that factored into the logic of the previous night. If it could be called logic at all.)
He stood in place against the wall for a moment, before the room’s spinning became too much and he slumped to the floor, with his head in his hands.
“I don’t suppose you remember any more about last night than I do.”
"Wake up, hun." (You know exactly who this is, don't even try.)
The sunlight filtering through the hotel room window was so painful that at first, Tieria thought he was about to die at the hands of someone with a laser weapon.It was several seconds later that he was able to open his eyes and see that he was in an ordinary room, and it was just the sun.
His head was spinning, and his stomach was turning. He tried to push himself out of bed, only to fall flat on the floor.
‘Right. Gravity. I should have known; this doesn’t look like any ship I’ve ever been on.‘
He sat up and held his head in his hands as he tried to remember where he was and how he got here. He was covered in an alarming amount of glitter, and in a great deal of pain - the last thing he remembered was hanging around the punch bowl at a gathering, trying to get the best evaluation of everyone with minimal questioning - come to think of it, he had drank a lot of that punch, and there was an awfully sharp taste to it--
‘Oh no.’
That explained the sickness, and the memory loss, and it only made him wonder what he’d done.
It was then that he noticed someone else was in that bed. At this point he dreaded to find out who it was.
But he had to look.
And in spite of everything he had already determined, what he saw was a shock. There was a blue haired young adult man wearing a simple ring on his left hand that seemed very out of place from everything in his info file - and upon taking another look, there was a matching one on Tieria’s own hand.
“N-no, this didn’t happen. This is...that’s ridiculous...!” He found himself backing away until he was pressed up against the wall. This was the last thing he expected to happen when he came for a surveillance mission.