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November transformation!

[soulsees]

Come now, don't be such a spoil-spot. It's just a little light tresspassing, after all.

( As usual, there's a gleam of mischied in violet eyes as he unloops his arm from Emet-Selch's and heads towards the low wooden fence. Moving to Primavera has been a breath of fresh air for Hythlodaeus: quite literally, as it happens, what with the clean air and lush scent of nature that permeates every corner of Primavera. He feels a sense of settling here that he never quite experienced in the hustle and bustle of Sumarlok — the similarities to Amaurot became oppressive, they became too much, and Hythlodaeus is pleased to leave it behind.

Emet-Selch visits frequently, of course. Their sleepovers are regular enough that Hythlodaeus has gone so far as to set aisde drawer and wardrobe space for him; has a nightstand on his preferred side of the bed, keeps his slippers on hand for the nights when he shows up in an unannounced swirl of inky shadow. Sometimes these sleepovers lead to next-day activities such as this: Hythlodaeus is still exploring the lands surrounding his new home, and he's always pleased to have the company of his dear friend.

This time, he's on a mission to locate the perfect picnic spot. Important business, or so he'd claimed to Emet-Selch, who is currently being encouraged to join him in the harmless crime of tresspassing across a meadow. The grass is tall, the flowers are beautiful, but the land appears to be private—

And yet Hythlodaeus is certain the small copse of trees beyond will prove the perfect spot to settle with sandwiches in the foreseeable future. Determined, he hikes up the voluminous skirts of his rope to reveal familiar hupodema, but the pants? No-where to be seen; Hythlodaeus's long, bare legs are very much on display as he moves to climb over the fence. )

We'll be on the other side of the meadow before you know it!

[arkitect]

I certainly cannot claim to be concerned for their property, but really, have you no restraint?

[Honestly. Hythlodaeus has set his sights on this, though, and he knows well enough he'll be dragged in one way or another; if he somehow manages to find trouble, then Emet-Selch will be here for it.

...and given the nature of his emerald gembond, he finds himself fonder of Primavera as well, at ease with how natural it feels, how full of life. Normally he would prefer Sumarlok himself, but there is a pleasantness to it that he finds difficult to object to. Today more so than usual; he hasn't quite pinpointed it yet, but he feels even more comfortable out here among the grass and flowers.

That comfort goes out the window when he realizes Hythlodaeus's legs are bare.]

Wh-- Hythlodaeus, what in creation are you wearing?!

[Rather, not wearing.]

[soulsees]

Hm?

( Hythlodaeus glances back over his shoulder, his expression a picture of innocence as he offers an easy grin. )

Why my robes, of course! I thought you preferred me in them — I appreciate that seeing me in anything else is still a bit of a shock to the system.

( Said as though he doesn't know Emet-Selch is talking about the long, bare legs currently on display for all to see. He hasn't hiked up his robe so far that to reveal a flash of underwear — he'll let Emet sweat about that a while longer — although there might be a hint of dark red lace as he swings his leg over to jump down on the other side. )

Come on, your turn!

[arkitect]

Hythlodaeus, you know very well what I mean-!

[That hint of red lace is enough to push him onward, hurrying to catch up. HYTHLODAEUS your fucking PANTS.

He doesn't bother with the fence, himself, simply teleporting himself to the other side just before Hythlodaeus lands-- ready to steady him or keep him from falling, if necessary, and also to keep him from flashing anyone in the process.

Not that there's anyone here, but it's the principle of the thing.]

[soulsees]

( It amuses Hythlodaeus to see that Emet-Selch is as fussy as ever. Grousing on the one hand while wanting to be near him on the other; he complains in the same breath that he holds out an arm to steady him, which Hythlodaeus takes gladly as he finds his feet again.

No-one but Emet-Selch is flashed in the process, and only a little bit at that. )

Do I?

( He teases, taking the opportunity to lean in and press a chaste kiss to Emet's lips. Mischirf touches the corners of his lips: )

All I know is that I can't keep you happy. You're going to have to be more explicit about what you want.