Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

Comments

cw: mention of suicidal intent

[rubikscomplex]

You just want me for my money. That's all the kids ever want. A sugar daddy. Sorry to tell you, but I don't pay out unless it's a by-the-hour kinda deal.

[This is another nonsense conversation and they both should probably be tending to other people, but it's a breath between dealing with others. Even with the space afforded, House hasn't had much time alone with anyone since Hannibal, Wilson, and Ecks had joined up with them.]

And I already accessorized with the mittens. [Also pink when he has them on, thank you.] But you're right... maybe if I get an earring it'll really bring the whole thing together. What're you thinking? Left, right, or both ears? [Totally going to be hep to the cap with those boyband earrings.]

cw: mention of PTDS

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Did you miss the conversation we had about the enormous payout the government coughed up to keep me silent about false imprisonment and torture?

[ He says it easily, with barely a flick of his eyelids but there is a tiredness that moves through his eyes. In the next breath, Will forces it away because there isn't time for much more than this and he knows House needs the humor and the sass win as an aid to keep moving.

To keep the PTSD at bay. ]

I want you for your mind and then your body, you're a little scrawny but what can I say, I have a thing for the whole size difference we've got going here. And the scruff.

And definitely both ears. [ Will said with a pointed wink, that was utterly ridiculous and set House up for a cutting put down. ]

cw: mention of PTSD

[rubikscomplex]

[House purses his lips, trying not to smile. They're going to need to move on soon, but one last playful barb.]

Maybe I want you for your money, then. This whole acting coy shtick is just to get in your pants so I could get to the pockets. Of course... with the size difference thing, I think your pants are gonna come up to my thigh and stop, Half-pint.

[He puts his hand up near Will's head and closes one eye, like he's trying to gauge the other man's height.]

cw: mention of PTSD

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ At the pursed lips, Will couldn't quite keep his lips from twitching into a smile. House really was impossible, but he'd take a joking House; at least for the moment.

Then House went for a short joke and Will's good intention of letting the older man win the exchange went right out the window. He could not allow the challenge of gay chicken to go unanswered!

It was a moral imperative.

He swayed towards House, just enough to make a theatrical show of it and whispered. ]

Maybe I have a thing for size difference?

[ Doubling down on his most innocentyetnotinnocent expression, his eyebrows arched in a cheeky manner, but he turned to move off. Time to get back to work. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[As with most of their exchanges where Will flirts back in that manner, House is left momentarily silenced, uncertain what to actually say as his brain hits a wall of 'is he joking, or...?'

Thus ends another game of gay chicken. House reluctantly adds another tally to Will's side of the board in his mind. There are far too many there compared to his meager few. All things considered, though, it does leave him smirking and rolling his eyes, which is far preferable to the misery he'll be returning to.]