[network|text] @prettypinkflowers; oops on second thought have another; Night 189 [open]

[lacecase]

[Hello naughty children it's mania-o-clock. Although Ginger just put up a post earlier in the day, another one goes up fairly late into the night. Because she knows she needs to be quiet anyone trying their best to sleep. Also, emotes make her happy.]

Hi again everyone!!! ~ヾ(＾∇＾)
I realized when I made my announcement earlier that there are a lot of new faces I haven't met!
It got me to thinking that there are probably a bunch of us who have yet to really get to know each other.
So like I thought we could play another game! This time about...us! Ta-dah! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[Some of you might be able to guess where this is going. Ginger might seem like the sort of person who has a limitless supply of game ideas, but even she can only come up with so much that will allow people to talk about their personal lives to some capacity.]

How about 2 truths and a lie? It'll be a lot of fun! (∗❛ัᴗ❛ั∗)
And we can learn a bit more about each other! Team building you know???
Even if someone's already figured out the answer to someone's post you should still talk to them if you have questions! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

[That's how friendships happen!]

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[swatsflies]

Hey, I got through the one on my face fine. [ Though maaaan, if he got a tat on his butt, he would have to have his ass out for all to see. ] Besides, my butt is personal. [ VIP zone only.

He grins as he sees the next spot. Shaking his head. ] That's reserved for boyfriend's to draw on.

[rattlingthestars]

And your hip isn't personal?

[ Jim's poking the other hip now, as if Zell might have forgotten. ]

I may need a hint to get the hint.

[swatsflies]

Not really? It's a hip. [ And swimming shirtless is a thing that happens. Jim, your world needs to shed some layers. ]

A hint for a hint? Hmm. [ Putting on a show of thinking about it before poking his boyfriend. ] You own it.

do you understand the strength it takes me not to make a terrible joke DO YOU

[rattlingthestars]

Mm. [ Jim's not commenting on the hip because he'll incriminate himself. ] I own it? You're getting an ear tattoo?

[ Jim tugs the earring he put in Zell's ear. It's his turn to play dumb. ]

;D

[swatsflies]

[ Leaning in to bump his nose against the side of Jim's face. ]

Nope my ear. [ A pause. ] Guess there's a few places that are yours, huh? [ It does narrow it down some, right? Helping himself to Jim's hands if he'll let him to slide his fingers between each of his own. Just going to hold these captive for a bit. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Hand-theft is allowable.

Jim pokes out his bottom lip, revealing the inside, and raises his eyebrows for approval. ]

Don't you think that would hurt?

[swatsflies]

[ Not the lip thing. He completely forgets what they were talking about for a moment as he pokes his lower lip. ]

What would hurt? [ Then he puts it together! ] Oh! Not there. [ He does duck in to give him a quick peck against the corner of his mouth. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Inside your -

[ Okay, Zell's got it now, and when he kisses it lands on a dimple. ]

Your chest, huh?

[swatsflies]

[ Yeah, he finally got it. Does he get a reward for that?

After he guessed right, Zell put Jim's hand over his heart. ]

Yeah. Right over here. [ He's practically beaming with excitement from the idea he has. ] You'll see after we get home. [ And whenever he gets the chance to duck out and do the thing. ] What about you? Think about getting one?

[rattlingthestars]

You're not gonna tell me what it's going to be?

[ Jim spreads his fingers out over Zell's heart, thinking about it. ]

Might. I am gonna be a spacer.

[swatsflies]

I said I'd give you a hint.

[ This is why Jim shouldn't influence him. He's going to learn the art of being a tease. ]

Is that a requirement for a spacer? Have a tattoo? [ Talking while he traces a circle around Jim's own chest. ]

[rattlingthestars]

It's pretty common.

[ Jim makes a noise that's not quite a laugh. Seriously, no tickling. :| ]

What do you think? Want me to?

[swatsflies]

[ But Jim is cute when he's trying to get away while laughing. ]

I think I'd like to go with you if you do decide to get one. It's up to you, babe. [ Poking Jim in the belly lightly. ] It'll be inspired by you. My next one.

[rattlingthestars]

Is it going to be my face?

[ If Zell gets to tickle, Jim gets to be a shit. Them's the rules. ]

Will I have to sit for a portrait?

[swatsflies]

[ He kind of looks dumbfounded for a moment, but the slowly turned into a look that says he might be considering it. Grinning a bit as he looks over Jim's face. ]

Maybe for the one on the butt.

[ Poking under his belly button. ] You'll just have to wait to see what I get for the other one.

[rattlingthestars]

Something to look forward to.

[ The rest of what Zell was saying sinks in slowly and Jim's face transforms from a dopey smile to a look of alarm. ]

-I was joking about the butt.

[ Just so everyone's on the same page! ]

[swatsflies]

[ He's pulling Jim close as he buries his face against him to try to stifle his laughter. It's not doing a good job as his shoulders shake with mirth and the sounds coming from him being too loud to muffle.

Once he can talk, he lifts his head up to try to respond. ]

Don't. Don't want to see yourself? [ Snickers interrupt the sentence, but he manages to pull it off. ]

What about your name? I can put Hawkins there.

[rattlingthestars]

I'll get a mirror!

[ Zell's getting a smack for that. Two, even! But the econd round of laughter is contagious and Jim has to drop his head to hide it in his hands. ]

Do you want an autograph? J. P. on one side - [ Yeah he can't finish that sentence. ]

[swatsflies]

[ Good news is he didn't have to tickle him to get him to laugh. Pressing a kiss against the top of his head as he hides in his hands. ]

You'd have to write really big to cover it all. [ He tries to sign Jim's name in the air. ] Your last name on another place wouldn't be bad, right?

[rattlingthestars]

Think I could do it with one of those sharpies.

[ A regular pen would just be uncomfortable... though probably not as uncomfortable as a tattoo.

Zell's question doesn't get a direct answer, though Jim does come out of hiding for another kiss. ]

I'm starting to like the idea.

[swatsflies]

If you're out, I'm sure I have one or two left.

[ Yeah, he might seriously let him sign his name on him. Not actually expecting it on his rear though, but if he really wanted to...

Smiling, as he returns the peck. ]

Just starting? [ Bumping his nose with his own. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Had to warm up to the idea of butt tattoos, first.

[ Jim nudges him back. He wasn't talking about the whole idea, silly. ]

What color do you want? Pink?

[swatsflies]

[ He knew that. Maybe. Reaching up to play with Jim's hair. ]

Would pink even show up? [ Tugging lightly. ] Maybe a shade of blue like your eyes. Then I'll match. [ Lifting up his wrist with the bracelet on. ]

[rattlingthestars]

How romantic.

[ Is he being sarcastic or is he just that far gone? Jim's not even sure anymore. He is capturing the hand with the bracelet and playing with the strings, though. ]

Hair's almost long enough to braid again.

[swatsflies]

Can do it by candle light. [ Zell is sure he has the vanilla scented one still.

Measuring the strands with his free hand as he makes a hmm sound. ]

Want me to try? [ Digging his fingers against Jim's scalp. ] Bet the other two have hair ties still. [ From their war of sneaking stuff in the other's bag. ]