#( * rps: eberhard vennett. )

[diatarachis]

Octodate [September 13, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

Octavio makes his way to the taco place, running his hand through his hair as he checks his reflection in the glass of a shop front he was passing, trying to keep it cool, casual, collected...doing a quick breath check, too, making sure everything was minty fresh...before letting out a breath as he makes his way over to the front of the restaurant, catching sight of Eberhard waiting out front, a little smile peeking onto his lips beneath the mask. “Been waiting long?” He asks, giving Eberhard a quick playful shoulder nudge, hoping he hadn’t been.

[emeryegen]

Something to Think About [June 25, 2020]

COMPLETE

Summary: During a facetime call, Emery and Eberhard discuss the prospect of marriage again in light of the current state of the world and their own reflections, ultimately not settling on an answer together, but keeping the options open, before Emery talks Eberhard to sleep in full Eber style.

- Around 11:30 AM -

A soft warm laugh rumbles out of Eberhard from the pit of his stomach as he listens to his mom's story and sees just how animated and almost theatrically distraught at the retelling of  the debacle with her latest baking-vegan mind you-venture and how Douglas had come and the fiasco he had orchestrated, giving his most sincere apologies on behalf of the reckless and tempestuous soul, oh, and Douglas as well, he supposed hearing the sound of a timer distract his mother from her instinctual defending of Emery's character, a wisp of a smile floating along the leftmost side of his lips as he lets her go about whatever needed her attention at the moment. His own refocusing back onto Ewe, "Could you...take me somewhere private?"

A little chuckle moves from Emery as he listens to Laura retell the story, adding in a few little details of his own, before hearing Eber's question as he watches Laura go to check on the corner of his eye, moving to take the phone with him. "Let's go, tiger," he offers out, leading virtual him to their bedroom as he shuts the door behind them, but not before Douglas, the ever attention-seeking child, slides in just under the wire before the door closes...

Eberhard rests his back against the impromptu “fort” of sorts, of quadruple stacked pillows his head settling against the headboard as his lips curl smoothly upwards for a beat as he sees, and hears Douglas, not respecting the sanctity of Privacy, giving him a little hello and loose finger wag on behalf of his mother....”I suppose you can stay, Dougie....” Eberhard relents, as if it was even a choice, hmph, the smile briefly returning as he gives one final look over to him, his attention naturally gravitating towards Ewe, his lips softly rubbing together. “I just figured we could talk, open the dialogue as it were, without any...” Eberhard pauses, the edges of his eyes crinkling a bit in thought for the Right...”....misunderstandings.” He settles on as he softly rubs his thigh, “I was thinking about a lot of things but one, in particular, I wanted to get your take on, in the general abstract way? Without any stipulations or hidden agendas, or pressure, or anything of that sort...” Eberhard clarifies first and foremost, his leg bending as his hand rest ontop of his knee, “Marriage. Is that something you Want or...Need?”

"You Suppose? Douglas does as he Pleases, Eber," Emery deadpans out as he hears Eber's words, finding that to be an Obvious Fact, moving to shut the door behind him as he sits on the bed with Douglas, taking in the question before him. "Like Douglas Needs his food right when we wake up? Mmm..." Emery deadpan hums out as he does the little so-so gesture, checking with Douglas to see if he Concurred with that sentiment, hearing the little meow of affirmatiton, before moving into the question more seriously. "Need? No, I don't feel like we have anything Less because we don't have it, nor do I feel like we need to be married to be Partners," he offers out, before thinking on the second part of the question. "But in times like this, it's something I could see value in, just because of the value our society by way of the legal system places on it," he muses, his brow momentarily creasing as he thinks of the emergency situations that might crop up given everything where he might be denied access to Eberhard just because they didn't have a Legal Title...before continuing on, thinking more on the Want aspect of the whole thing.  "I think I always did Want it, but Young Ewe the Ass probably saw it as a Security Blanket, to solidify and prove a connection that really transcends the need to be Solidified and Proven. Or so I've heard, last time I spoke to that rapscallion, damn is he hard to get in contact with," he deadpans at the end, moving to snap his fingers and shake his head at Douglas. and the screen in Lamentation for the ass behavior of Young Ewe the Ass, damn him.

A soft crease edges along the outer corner of Eberhard’s eyes as he hears the metaphor, giving a strong, slow, nod in the affirmative feeling like that encapsulated it well...the left most corners of his lips drawing upwards at the mention of their partnership, until it subtly drops as he hears the firm mention and almost collegial waning on the legal and societal factors in such a thing...not having exactly meant it in such a way but...the snap drawing him a bit...back. Giving Emery a small smile to let him know he had been listening, “So, you’re saying you believe we’re capped? No more Next Step(s) for us?”

Emery catches the subtle reaction of Eberhard to the practicalities that he thought...had to be recognized in the current state of the world, their situation, even so maintaining a casual deadpan air as he replies to the question. “Mm, there’s still the 3.5 children, the White Picket Fence house, the retirement parties, the vacation home in Hawaii...” He deadpan muses out...

A soft chuckle makes its way out of Eberhard, in spite of himself, giving a loose shake of his head as he looks at Emery, “I’m being serious...do you actually want that, with me? That, the change of medical power of attorney?”

A faint twitch moves onto Emery’s lips at Eber’s laugh, before looking at him as the conversation returns to the more serious topic at hand. “I want to be able to be there for you, even if the worst were to happen, and for you to be there for me, if you wish, if anything like what happens before,” he pauses as his mind instinctively moves back over the Courthouse Incident, parsing through what may have happened if that had taken a different turn, even as the blur of images, smells, sounds...associated with it flash before his eyes as he...hm, closing his eyes momentarily, before opening them again, “happens again.”

“Of course I want to.” Eberhard softly, yet with an underlying wave of conviction even so. “I’ll talk to Mom. Good thing, I know a lawyer that’s open basically whenever, isn’t it?” He says with a slow spread of a knowing half-smirk. His mind moving back over the past few months, a twinge of guilt resonating through him. “I know I’m all over right now, with the extreme of radio silence and now, heh...” The soft sound passing between the small part of his lips, “I’m talking about Next Steps, and Marriage...and hm. I’m working on it though, And I’m working on finding...the Balance again. So...you don’t have to worry about me, too much, ...Dougie...” Eberhard sincerely speaks forth, before a small wisp of a smile appears at the last minute switch, glancing over at the wily cat, himself...hm, the right side of his lips approaching the middle of his cheek as he thinks through how long and how much they had been through together, causing his attention to wander back to Ewe. “You don’t need to have an answer or any thoughts on it or where, right now, I admittedly just was...I had a realization, I suppose...in the midst of a moment of clarity...?”

“Good thing,” Emery affirms with a wisp of a smile, before taking in Eber’s mention of Next Steps, taking in the explanation, the mention of His thoughts and him being able to take his time, before realizing something they were missing something from the whole equation… “Woah, Tiger, think we’re also missing Your thoughts on everything…what are your thoughts on Marriage, next steps…is there a Miami Vacation Home I should be aware about in the near future?” He adds at the end with an easy deadpan, even as he intently looks at the screen, curious on Eber’s thoughts.

Ewe’s words cause an immediate pause from Eberhard as he…had he not…said how he felt? The realization taking him a bit off…beat. Feeling the remnants of a headache brewing on the horizon as he intently tries to focus himself…on…his fingers rubbing along his temple as…a soft chuckle moves out of him as his brain finally processes the vacation home snarky remark, his attention honing back onto Ewe, “I…love you.” He asseverates, perhaps a few beats off…but that being…the first most thing to come out of his…his…Next Steps, right…bringing his knees up…and back downnn again, as the soles of his feet glide against the soft fabric of the bedsheet. “I Love Me, Too, though. Maybe I’m just scared or was scared…?of Losing Me.” He pieces back together the fragmented thoughts from prior, that had begun to quietly dissipate, “…that it’s why Marriage didn’t feel…like Me. And, even though we live…d together and share(d) a space…a home. It just feels…Different, somehow. Maybe, I’m a little selfish too, with Myself, but…I don’t think that’s inherently wrong. But…I think…that…” He begins to feel his mind drift once again, his right knee clacking against his left, trying to pick It Back Up, “…my perspective changed some…through…Everything, with that in mind. I’m not…I wanted to check In, is all. I’ve been doing it with me and I want to do it with you, and Us, too.” 

Emery intently listens to what Eberhard had to say, taking in his thoughts, his perspectives on everything. “You should love him, I mean I love him, and we know I have good taste,” he muses in deadpan, even as a twinkle of playfulness moves into his eyes, before taking in the part of his perspective changing… “How has it changed, with everything?” He asks, wanting to hear Eber’s thoughts on it, a thought of his own beginning to move through his mind.

Eberhard dryly chuckles, “Right. That’s the first thing everyone says about You…” He loosely agrees, even as he vaguely implies…almost otherwise, hm, trying to restart his thoughts on everything, “Just…life is so much more fragile than that, then my Ego. That…who says I can’t be Me, in whatever life I choose, so…I’m open to talk about it, is all.” Rubbing his hand along the back of his head, just…having felt this Need to talk to Him, laughing a bit at himself, not sure he was making any goddamn sense, his head, his mind…still just figurin….a deep breath passing through him. “Not saying we Have to, just…what do you think, all jokes aside, have we Peaked?”

Emery takes in what Eberhard has to say, about the fragility of things, choice, and how he was open to talk about it, hearing the caveat at the end, and the question, “So No massive, surprise proposals in Times Square featuring Guest Star Living Legend Corena Murphy?“ He drily offers out, even as a flicker of amusement crosses his lips, before it softens a bit, “though if it’s something that’s part of the life You choose, think E3: Married and Still Raising Hell could be one hell of a story, tiger,” he offers, letting the little half smile rest on his lips as he speaks, before going back to the whole Peaking thing, “Don’t think there is such a thing, always some more hell to raise,” he offers, before his mind moves back over the question, “Though are there other milestones you were thinking about? Besides the house in Miami, obviously, can’t say we’ve peaked until we have That,” he dryly adds at the end.

A soft chuckle burts from Eberhard as he rubs his eye, his fingers smoothly migrating upwards to scratch at his head, “Whose to say…whats in store for the Future…” He teases…just a smidge, letting out another soft chuckle, “Not as it stands right now, though, probably Not…” He admits, quietly swallowing…that grand Hallmark picture perfect overtly “romantic” display feeling so…far off, for more than one reason, the state of the world just merely the most glaring…but they were just talking after all, as his attention veers off of Emery and the screen…not quite of his own volition…yet, drifting aimlessly…or was it focusedly…feeling the weight of the blink. Stretching his neck a bit as his head creaks a bit…left and right, a wisp of affection playing at the edges of his lips at the Tiger. Was that what he was? Nodding a bit as he realizes what Ewe was answering after a bit of a dulled…spark of refreshment, “Peaked. Was…a poor choice of words….” He admits to himself, aloud. His lips curling upwards at the mention of Miami, “Mi…ami. Why Miami? That’s where all the retirees and college kids reside. Which one are you trying to clump us in with?”

“So that’s not a No, meaning I should be ready to boogie down any moment, just in case Queen Corena herself makes an appearance…” He deadpan pontificates back, before he catches Eber’s gaze drifting off, adding, “though I do agree, don’t think Queen Corena would break social distance protocol, nor would I want to, even for me,” before a wisp of a smile momentarily crosses his lips at the question about Miami, “Why not both? We’re old men and hellraisers, we’d fit in just fine with either. Unless you’re implying we couldn’t hang, Eber?” He asks as he raises his eyebrow just a smidge, even as a small spark of playfulness moves into his eyes.

“Speak for yourself.” Eberhard lowly says back, not feeling old at all…exhausted, definitively….but, it was a work in progress. Shaking his head a bit at the thought, the question, “Just want you to admit it’s purely off the nudist beach colonies, is all…” He declares with a knowing and appraising look, it easily melding into one of…“I miss you….” Eberhard murmurs out, not sure if he had said it already, the memory a bit…his lips briefly twitching to the side, it being true in either circumstance. 

“How did you know?” Emery lowly deadpans out, raising his eyebrow just a bit as he lets out a small gasp of faux-shock, the scandal or it all, before taking in Eber’s words, his expression subtly, in a way noticeable only if f you knew subtly, softens as he looks at Eberhard. “I miss you too, Tiger,” he replies, a sincerity gently touching his tone, in those words, before his usual deadpan picks up as he adds, “Though you’re starting to get Competition for best housemate from Laura and now Dougie, who even picked up a Trick to try and take your Title, Tiger.”

“Wild guess, …grandpa.” Eberhard gently jokes with him, settling back as he absentmindedly scratches his forearm. He missed him. A warmth gently fluttering at the corners of his mouth, “…What’s the first thing you want to do when we’re finally reunited, in the flesh?” He curiously wonders aloud, a sense of what He, himself, wanted flirting through his thoughts. The smile making its gentle return at the pivot to His Replacements, “…And, what would that Be?”

“Wrestle, obviously, it’s what Coach would have wanted,” Emery dryly deadpans out, before raising his eyebrow, just a smidge, “and then dinner and a nightcap after?” He posits, before the question turns towards the Trick, “Brace yourself, but Dougie Can now stand…on his Hind Legs,” he delivers, waiting for the Shock of it all to settle into Eber.

“I want to hold you, too…” Eberhard softly admits back, catching a glimpse of his touch a smile sheepishly warming along the edges of his lips out of the corner of his eye as he moves to lie on his side, letting out a faint sigh, a vague mess of a chuckle rising out of him, hearing the “News”, allowing it to soak in a bit, as he presses the side of his face against his pillow. This. This. Was…good. Something he Needed. “Wow…you’re getting much easier to impress in your golden years…”

“You think you can do better…?” Emery dryly muses back, with the slightest cock of his eyebrow, just so, at that Dastardly Diss on Dougie, with no receipts, the gall….

“…Just making a…Observation, is all…” Eberhard lowly replies back, clearing his throat a bit as his brows scrunch towards one another, his fingers rising up to rub along his temple as his eyes close, a throbbing beginning behind them. Mnnh. Slowly settling himself downward, as he takes in a breath, “Fuck.” The words softly dripping out from between his lips in a dull resignation of his predicament, gently blinking his eyes open to look at Emery, wishing…mmm…the release causing a slow…deflation through his body, “…think I’m gonna head off…” His eyes closing again, tightly for a beat, as his lips softly smack together, moving easily onto his side, wrapping his arm under his pillow, and head. “…unless you wanna Talk me to Sleep…?” He offers out a low gravelliness present in his tone. 

“…as in, you want me to pull an Eber?” Emery deadpans out at the mention of Talking, even as a small flicker of a smile crosses the rightmost edge of his lips.

A soft chuckle rises out of Eberhard as a tiny smile twinkles along his face, “…I’m gonna Choose to take that as a Compliment. All things considered, …mmhm…sure, have at It…”

A flicker of something between a smile and a smirk crosses Emery’s lips as he hears the go ahead to Have At It, moving into full Eber-ness for the story, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine, and help put him to sleep.

-COMPLETE-

[arievanburhen]

Covfeve 2: An Education [October 21, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

Arie clutches the bags with the most preeminent thermoses he could by tucked neatly within, leaning outside of the building as he sends Eberhard a text to let him know he was there for the delivery, a bit of anticipation, perhaps, moving through him as he waits outside, it having felt like it had been too long, truly, since he had last seen Eberhard in person, but for good cause absolutely, but still...a momentary dash of a smile crossing his lips beneath the mask as he awaits Eberhard’s arrival.

[zvblum]

Cool Cats Come Out At Night [October 4, 2020]

Zooey makes his way to the park, feeling...fucking tired from being up that late, not remembering the last time he had been up that late, knowing his younger self would laugh at what an Old Man he had somehow become, taking a seat on the bench as he texts Eberhard to let him know that he was there, moving to skim another few texts even as he feels his eyes droop, trying not to...nod off....

[chaeriilus]

Ramen Days [December 5, 2018]

COMPLETE

Adler hears the knock on his door, momentarily excusing himself as he's interrupted in trying to tell Shion the story of how he had come to be Vesper's Cat Dad, moving to check through the peephole to see who was outside, verifying that it was Eberhard Vennett and Eberhard Vennett alone, before opening the door to allow the man entry. "Perfect timing, I was just thinking I'd have to train Vesper to cook ramen in your stead," Adler offers, moving to hang Eberhard's coat as he leads him towards the living room. "Speaking of, this is Vesper," he offers, gesturing to the small kitten seated in Shion's lap. "And Shion, though she needs no introduction," he casually offers, turning to lead the way into the kitchen. "So, are you ready, Eberhard Vennett? There are no half measures when it comes to Ramen in a crash course led by a Hirano, my good man."

A soft smile crosses onto Eberhard's lips as he feels the door open, revealing Adler, raising his hand to offer the bottle of Scotch he had brought as a thank you for the invite, shouldering out of his coat, as Adler takes hold of it. "I hope I wasn't too far off, in my hypothesis?" He offers, his smile remaining as he takes in the apartment, a twitch moving onto his lips as he takes in the small kitten in the lap of a woman he didn't recognize, offering his hand immediately. "Hm. I wouldn't say I wouldn't appreciate one anyway." He counters Adler's words, "Eberhard." He starts, to the woman before a strike of recognition moves through him at the last name, his smile widening. "A pleasure." He affirms to the woman, turning his attention to Adler as well. "I'm more than willing to accept these terms, let's start, shall we?"

Shion offers her hand in return, taking the man's hand in a firm grip. "Shion," she affirms before adding, "Hirano, I don't need to remain like Cher, unlike a certain someone," she adds, throwing a sideways glance at Adler, before turning back to Eberhard, her expression turning deadly serious. "If you tell anyone what I teach you today, I will have to kill you," she says, pacing her words out in a flat, sinister tone, before she lets the facade fall by letting a smile play on her lips. "Or Hayato will just be a tad pissy that I'm disclosing family secrets, but it's for a good cause and I get to pet Vesper, so," she adds, giving Eberhard a wink, before leading the two men into the kitchen, giving them detailed instructions on how to start the dish.

Adler thanks Eberhard for the drink, moving to pour one for everyone, allowing Eberhard and Shion to have their introduction before he gets to work on the ramen, meticulously following Shion's instructions, wanting to ensure he captured the essence of the signature ramen as close as he could. Once they complete their first batch, he offers a bowl to Eberhard.  "Ever been to Mew yourself?"  He offers, pouring a small bowl of for both him and Shion to taste test as well.

Eberhard gives a soft chuckle at the mention of Cher, harkening back to the meeting with the man that stood before him, finding it a delightful turn of events given where they were currently. "Noted." He responds back, a smile slowly moving onto his lips, "I appreciate being under the umbrella of such a charity venture, indeed." He affirms back softly, ensuring he respectfully and intently took in the instructions, before he takes hold of the bowl that combined the shared fruits of their labor, "Quite a few times, a beautiful place and sublime food, always." He nods, giving his honest opinion, "It's actually my brother's favorite, without a shadow of a doubt, which I would consider praise worthy, he is rather picky after all." Eberhard states, a warm laugh escaping him as he twirls a few noodles around his chopsticks giving a light blow onto them.

Shion moves to take the bowl, carefully testing the dish as she considers the flavors, cocking her head back and forth a few times as she considers her verdict. "Not too bad," she replies, a bit of a smile twitching on her lips, before looking over at Eberhard, taking in his words. "Did Saint Adler not disclose the nature of this charity venture, then? How unnecessarily humble of you, Adler Reyner," she replies, casting a glance over at Adler as she takes a sip of noodles after her final words.

Eberhard turns his attention back onto Shion at her revelation, before panning it back to Adler, "Not quite, I'd love to hear it though." He muses, moving to take a few more noodles into his mouth, giving them a thoughtful chew as he awaits the clarification.

"Because..." Shion begins, her memory harkening back to the why she had finally gotten from Adler as to why she of all people was to assist with this project after pressing him for an answer, finding it a bit odd after their breakup, and why there had been a necessary third party added to the whole equation when he seemed to be outside of Adler's regular circle. "...Adler Reyner is a secret softie who plans on delivering this ramen incognito as a care package to someone important to the both of you who hasn't been going through the best time lately."

Eberhard takes in the unexpected explanation coming from Shion instead, for a few contemplative moments, before a soft smile begins to form onto his lips as the connection comes to his mind. "Ah, I'm sure he'll love the thoughtfulness of the gesture, Adler." He affirms warmly, his mind moving through a few other ideas, "Have you thought of a dessert yet?"

Adler moves to brew himself a coffee, sparing a side glance over at Shion as he hears her explanation, finding it unnecessary, but harmless, before turning back to the other two individuals as he takes a measured sip of it. "Only one answer, right?" He inquires to Eberhard, giving a swift raise of his brow, a small curiosity moving through him now that their shared interest was unceremoniously spilled into the open air by Shion.

"Perhaps, yet one that yields so many possibilities." He counters back, a soft smile crossing his lips as he settles onto an idea. "Hm, why not try our hand at a pumpkin ice cream roll? Variety is the universal spice of life after all."

"As long as that spice is pumpkin spice in this case," Adler muses, a twitch of a smile momentarily forming on his lips as he moves to get the ingredients for the roll ready, intent on working with Eberhard and Shion to produce the treat to accompany the ramen to help Emerson through finals.

[emeryegen]

Emery returns from the kitchen with the drinks, taking a deep sip before he hears Eberhard’s quedrion, a flit of amusement momentarily passing on his lips. “It’s a Classic, Tiger,” he deadpans back, before letting out a small hum of contemplation. “Not as much of one as the dining room table, but reasonable minds can differ,” he acknowledges in his usual deadpan tone, complete with a casual shrug of his shoulders, taking in another deep sip from his drink, dastardly delicious dare he declare.

Face Down Ass Up, That’s The Way Ewe Likes To F-

October 27th, 2019.

IN PROGRESS

A soft push of air passes through Eberhard’s vaguely flared nostrils as he takes a deep, stabilizing, breath in feeling the sharp slap along his right cheek as he watches Emery’s particularly toned calves begin to walk on past…mmmph…hearing the call or fake call for him to pick his drink of choice until Ewe swiftly answers for him, the ass. A low groan coming out of him as he moves to sit upwards a bit out of sorts if he were honest with himself…the hard wood underneath doing nothing for him in the slightesttttt…bending his arm across his back to give his best try to scratch the Spot that was suddenly assaulting him in the post-haze of the moment until he gives up and relinquishs control to the aforementioned beast of a sensation…focusing instead on the warm…wetness further down. Giving a resigned shake of his head as he consciously tightens his sphincter muscles, almost as though he had Trained for this…mmm…or that’s what it was beginning to feel like…making his way upright and continuing his Olympic worthy, definitely, dedication as he makes his way into the bathroom pushing the handle on the sink upwards with a flick of wrist as he moves to find a washcloth and due his…due dillegence…using the opportunity to relieve himself in kind, a moderately quick hand wash later and he found himself —still in all his natural glory— leaning against the counter as he takes his drink off of it giving a healthy swig from it the familiar, yet smoky, smooth burn coming just as expected, but nonetheless appreciated. “So, tell me Why, of all these beautiful, bountiful, badass even, surfaces we are oh so fortunate to possess…” Eberhard flutters the start of the thought that had been swirling in his mind the past five minutes prior into the air between them as his attention rests onto Ewe, “…do I always find myself ass end up….on the Living Room Floor?” Eberhard finishes off with a light flit of wonder and astonishment in his warm and deep tone, raising the glass to his lips again as he waits for the mysticism to be revealed.

[diatarachis]

A Chef Oct Surprise [November 6, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

Octavio finishes drying himself off from his shower after a long, long shift, moving to...just take a moment to release a breath, running his fingers through his damp hair as he slips on some sweatpants and an old Columbia Med shirt he had laying around, feeling...tired but...also a small spark of energy moving through him as he thinks of Eberhard, and the small idea he had to just...bring a bit of lightness into their lives that night, as he makes his way into the living area, a flit of a smile crossing his lips. “I’ve figured out dinner for tonight, seems like...a Chef Oct surprise is in order, ey,” he offers out to Eberhard, as he moves towards the kitchen, taking in if they had what they needed...good, good, perfect... “But if you’re up for it, maybe we could cook together?” He offers, feeling like it could be a nice little break from all the shit, just to cook some good food and...try to relax for a bit.

[diatarachis]

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

- New Year’s Eve, Close to Midnight -

Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like...it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation...as every new year before it...his mind moving back to...quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to...how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate...even in their own small way...and...Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that...placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of...hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

[diatarachis]

The Big Birthday Spider-Man [March 19, 2021]

In Progress

A warm, airy, almost musical? Huh, hum moves from Octavio as he puts the finishing touches on the Birthday Feast surprise shit he was making for Eberhard, swaying his hips a bit to the music, this shit wasn’t all that bad was it, ay? Moving to put the dishes to simmer as he goes to do the cocktails, giving the mixer a little shake shake shakeeee, about to pour it in and add the little festive umbrellas, hey, it was a birthday party, was it not, before he hears the sound of the door opening, sure it was Eberhard coming back from the little miscellaneous errand he had gotten him to go on to be out of the place for a bitttt....moving to finish up the cocktails and set up the feast, waiting for him to come in so he could reveal the big surprise...

[emeryegen]

Ring My Bell [November 30, 2017]

COMPLETE

Summary: A social media post brings Emery and Eberhard together again for dinner after a long time of being apart. They end up having a passionate moment of sex, but ultimately, Emery ends up kicking Eberhard to the curb and leaving him wondering.

Emery walks to the address that Eberhard had provided, giving the door two knocks before he pulls out his phone to absentmindedly browse through his social media as he waits for Eberhard to open it, a bit curious to what the other man had chosen for their dinner that night, but ready to let the surprise take its course.

Eberhard hears the knocks on the door, having just finished setting the table, he picks up the two tequila & triple sec citrus cocktail's, pulling out his phone turning on the stereo, just as he opens the door, playing the iconic Anita Ward song, a playful grin on his lips, as he takes in the man, "Überraschung!" He exclaims, covering Emery’s eyes and putting the drink to his lips, "Getränk." He laughs, before moving his way back into the apartment, pulling Emery in with him, his hand still over his eyes, "Dessert oder Abendessen?" He questions.

Emery sees the door open revealing Eberhard, holding two cocktails, before he hears the iconic Anita Ward song playing as he walks in, immediately feeling Eberhard cover his eyes, and tasting a tequila-based drink at his lips. "What, that you learned to make a drink other than the whiskey on the rocks you used to make us when we'd sneak the good stuff from your parents' liquor cabinet back in our Charleroi days? Come on, E, you know I'd imply it, but never say it," he deadpans, before he's pulled into the apartment, hearing Eberhard's question. "And, E, you mean and," he faux-chides, waiting for Eberhard to reveal the surprise.

Eberhard's lips curl up into an amused grin as he recalls the memories associated with his dry words, a light laughter rolling from him, "Ah, no need for such psuedo politeness, E², I'll take that as a compliment though, glad to hear some things have improved with age, hm?" He teases, pausing a bit as his grin widens, "Hm, but. do. I?" He punctuates and draws out the words, tapping lightly over Emery's temple, as he continues to cover his eyes, linking his arm with his and leading him to the table, leaning in close to his ear, "Bzzzt. Wrong." he blows, as he moves his hand off his face revealing the spread laid out - including two farro breakfast bowls with blistered tomatoes and kale, seared tofu with sweet chili sauce broccoli and garlic studded rice, and crêpes with blackberry sauce and orange-scented ricotta. "Viola." He winks, sitting down at the table taking a drink of his cocktail, "Go willllllllld, wolf." He declares, finger gunning him, "Although, I really should've left you blindfolded for the incorrect answers, absolutely." He puts his hand under his chin thinking thoughtfully, "Aw, double dog damn." He laughs, fixing his plate.

"Well then," Emery muses, "quite impressed that you've learned to become more than a one trick pony who can jostle open his parents' liquor cabinet. Brava, E, perhaps there is hope for us all." He then allows Eberhard to lead him, hearing the buzzing in his ear before he reveals the spread, causing a small smile to twitch in Emery's face. "Incorrect, E? I'd argue that you offered me a choice and that you failed to deliver on either point. Should I blindfold you and put you in the corner for not being a proper host? For shame." He then sits down at the table, taking a sip of the cocktail before putting some of the food on its plate. "How are you going to make up for this transgression, E? Please, do tell me, I'm waiting with bated breath."

Eberhard lets out a breathy chuckle at Emery's words, "I am wholly humbled that I could inspire you so, E². Some things never change, hm?" He teases, revealing the spread, a widespread smile tugging at his lips as he hears Emery's response, "Come now, learn to think past the available choices, you must think for yourself, despite what is placed before you. I figured you would remember that." He faux chides, before he lets out another laugh at the threat, "Perhaps, if you believe you could accomplish such a feat, you are of course, free to try and exercise your will." He muses, moving to chew a tomato, a smile pulling at his lips as he takes a refreshing drink of his cocktail, "Try the food first, before you move to the punishment phase, partner. Put some perspective on it, please." He grins, tipping his faux cowboy hat, taking another bite of his food.

"And yet some things do," Emery muses, before listening to Eberhard's response. "Hm, and now that I've seen the choices, I still want both dessert and dinner. Don't give the power of choice when you aren't prepared to deliver, E." He then moves to chew some of his food, a twitch of a smile coming to his lips at the flavors in it. "Nothing like anything Lunchlady Dolores would cook of course, bless her soul and her Meatloaf Mondays, but it'll do, E, it'll do. Punishment still pending, of course." He then works at finishing his food, savoring the flavors of it all and enjoying the refreshing cocktail.

"Well, where have I fallen short?" He muses, his brow quirking as he looks over at Emery, noting the twitch of a smile, one of his own developing at the sight, letting out a boisterous laugh and turning up his nose at the mention of Meatloaf Mondays, "What a blow!" He feigns being shot, clutching his chest, "I believe you exercised your punishment with that statement alone, I don't believe I'll be able to cook again, that shook my confidence completely." He wails, "Although, now logic follows the punishment is back on you, then. For such improper table manners-" He moves to stand up, "Which is truly tragic seeing as how I had an additional dessert on the table to celebrate but now, I'm honor bound to withhold it from you." He teases leaning over Emery as he moves towards him, moving to grab and pinch his cheek, "What's a guy to do, when faced with the infallible Charleroi code of conduct." He laments dramatically, moving to the fridge pulling out the homemade caramel peanut butter truffles, biting one in half as he finishes off his drink, promptly refreshing it as he leans against the island, taking another bite of the treat, "So, what brings you to these parts, pal?" He muses thoughtfully.

"Just a general statement," Emery muses. "I'm certain you could say the same thing about me." He then hears Eberhard's boisterous laughter, and he raises his eyebrows, even as a twitch of a smile develops oh his lips at the sound. "Oh, no, E, Lunchlady Dolores was an icon. You should strive to be like her. Who else could think of such interpretive uses for spam?" He asks, before he feels the pinch of his cheek and raises his eyebrow slightly, hearing Eberhard's lamentation. "Drink whiskey and smoke on the rooftop and pray Headmaster Franklin doesn't find you," Emery offers, finishing off his drink before moving over to where Eberhard was at the island, taking one of the truffles and placing it in his mouth. "Terrible job of withholding, E. About as useful a confinement as having a prison out in an open field." He finishes the truffle, enjoying the flavor, before looking at Eberhard. "I think the real question is what brings you here? Last I heard from you, you were in Belgium."

Eberhard holds his hand up the mention of Dolores being an icon, another laugh falling from him, "Ah, you are correct. I take it back, despite our immeasurable differences and tumultuous relationship, I must give credit where credit is do, she was certainly a woman ahead of her time, able to frankenmesh such uniquely and utterly unappetizing unholy concoctions. That could only be done with the upmost sense of self and creativity. Kudos, Dolores." He says, raising his glass in cheers, a devious smirk playing on his lips as he recalls the memory, "Solid plan, don't recall that ever biting me in the ass." He retorts, before his grin widens at the thought of the youthful folly they had gotten up to in that particular spot, "-Well." He shrugs, popping the rest of the truffle into his mouth and chewing purposefully. His grin returning as he sees Emery take one of the truffles, his fist resting under his chin as he hums thoughtfully, "Wow, well, wouldn't you know it, that's always been a weakness of mine." He flashes a devilish smirk, thinking onto the origin of a particular formative nickname, quickly clicking his tongue a few times, giving him a casual shrug. "I am who I am." He smiles, at the turning of the question, "Shifty, shifty. Belgium, mmm." He muses on his time and the cumulative experiences he garnered there, "Well, that is certainly a huge chunk of the tale you need to be caught up on then, as always, time in Belgium came to an end, needed to stretch my feet some, did a lot of traveling, as you should, really racked up the experiences, for about a year or so, best times, truly. I got accepted to Berkeley, accomplished about a semester of that cool Cali cruisin' vibe, before dad fell ill, thought it best to transfer to Columbia, to be closer to everyone, reign myself back into the circle, he, uh, died a bit after that, and well, I've been here ever since, so around....three years." He summarizes, giving a small smile despite the sad memory, popping another truffle into his mouth, his gaze focused on Emery, "Boom. Spark notes of one Eberhard, Everhard, if you're nasty, or Charleroi class 2010, Vennett. You're up next, now." He smiles, shooting him with a playful one handed finger gun.

"As you should. Show some respect, E," Emery states, shaking his head, clicking his tongue a bit, before raising his glass in cheers. "Ah, and here I do. Don't tell me your memory has faded over the years, E? And here you were supposed to be the youthful one between us, shame." He lets out a small, almost chuckle. "As am I." He takes another drink of his cocktail, before listening to the story, hearing the bit about Dwight Vennett, the story having gone through the Charleroi grapevine, before he sets his drink down to tell his own story. "Here for a JSD. Been working as an attorney up in Boston after graduating from Yale Law because what better place for a disloyal Yale man to go than to Harvard territory? This all comes after finishing up my tenure on the track team during undergrad at Stanford. Published a few papers, co-authored a book, and the Emerson thing, but that's neither here nor there, Everhard" Emery shrugs, casually slipping in the nickname. "You know I'm nasty, no surprise there." He deadpans, giving another quick shrug.

A delighted grin pulls at Eberhard's lips, "Ah, do not tell me, you of all people subscribe to such a woefully archaic social construct such as that now, my, time has certainly changed things, indeed." He teases, "I have quite a few reminders of such audacious irreverent folly of youth, no need to fret, old man." He continues on, amusement lighting his eyes, prior to listening intently to Emery's story in turn, noting the professional tone he chose to use for such a thing, a flash of hurt flashing through him at the mention of Emerson, he reaches his hand out, placing it and gently rubbing along the top of Emery's hand, throwing him a knowing and soft apologetic look, he mindfully steers the conversation away from the topic, sensing it was not something he wished to delve further into, "Wow, such a beautifully broad bio, so superbly accomplished absolutely, mister. My, I am particularly positively proud of ewe." He admits honestly, extending the last word and making a playful 'baaa' sound, taking another truffle, chewing a warm laugh falling from him as he hears his response and the dead pan delivery of it, raising his brow, "Do I?" He muses thoughtfully, studying his faith, amusement and a hint of arousal playing within his eyes.

"I suppose it has," Emery has, giving Eberhard a shrug, before a smirk tugs at his lips at his mentions of their follies of youth. "Good to hear," he states, lifting up his drink in the air before taking another sip, then listening to Eberhard's story and telling his own, before he feels the gentle rubbing on the top of his hand, causing him to retract his hand, a strike of discomfort in his stomach at the apologetic look that comes across Eberhard's face, before he uses the same hand to run his fingers through his hair, brushing off the gesture. "Don't start the name jokes, you make it far too easy, Everhard," he states with a shrug, before he hears the question and sees the amusement and arousal flash through Eberhard's eyes. "Do you?" He muses in return, studying Eberhard closely.

Eberhard is caught a bit off-guard by the quickness of which Emery takes his hand back, watching Emery closely as he runs his hand through his hair, pulling back a bit, taking the opportunity to refresh his drink, taking a deep drink of it. A laugh escaping him as he hears Emery's words despite the bit of awkwardness that lingered because of his earlier gesture, "Damn, there are only so many ways to call me easy, you would think no?" He gives another amused laugh, as he takes another drink, a devilish smirk tugging on his lips as he hears the question thrown back to him, and notes the close gaze the other man was watching him, letting a casual shrug roll from him as he keeps eye contact with him, "It's all a matter of perspective, of course." He answers, taking another slow drink, "All about the context, little ewe." He winks, before he melodically and deeply hums the beat of little bo peep, a warmness coming over him as he moves from his position, and dances  along to the beat of it and over to close the distance between them and moving his hand into his hair softly and leaning in for a kiss.

"I don't know, do you want me to keep trying?" Emery states, giving Eberhard another quick shrug as he takes a long sip of his drink, before he watches Eberhard dance closer to him until the distance between them is closed. He then feels the hand in his hair and sees Eberhard lean in for a kiss, from which he momentarily pulls back. "So tell me. What's the context of all this?" He says, raising his eyebrows at Eberhard as he waits for his answer.

"I wouldn't be opposed to such a juke, perhaps, even admittedly a bit curious to see if it was merely a fluke? Lay it on me, you kook." He retorts, dancing his way over to the man and moving to kiss him, feeling him pull back and hearing his question, meeting his gaze, "Ein herzliches willkommen?" He answers.

"Ah, here we go. Everhard, did you know that you're easy like Sunday morning?" He asks, before Eberhard moves closer, meeting his gaze as he hears the other man's answer. "Ist das alles?" He questions further, raising his eyebrow slightly as he studies Eberhard.

A twitch of a smirk develops onto his lips as he hears Emery's question, "That's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning, why in the world would anybody put chains on me?" He sings deeply and melodically, a smile twitching onto his lips at remembering the song, moving his thumb gently across Emery's lips, "Ist das alles, was du willst?" He questions back, studying the man he had been close to for so many years, and apart from for almost as much. "Ich habe dich vermisst."

"Ah, maybe because I've paid my dues to make it, everybody wants me to be, what they want me to be?" Emery muses, chucking a bit before he looks back up at Eberhard, before he feels the movement of his thumb across his lips. "Mhm," Emery says, a tiny smirk flitting across his lips. "Hat mich auf welche Art verpasst, Eberhard? In the Eberhard way, or the Everhard if you're nasty kind of way?"

Eberhard holds his grin as he hears the next lines of the song, "I'm not happy when I try to fake it! No!" He sing counters, hearing his response to his question, nodding in confirmation at the one asked back to him, "Vielleicht sind sie ein bisschen einig?" His gaze flitting down to his lips, noting the small smirk, causing him to repetitively click his tongue a few times, "Nun, Letzteres ist sicher. Sie haben das früher bequemerweise aus Ihrem mündlichen Lebenslauf gestrichen, was für eine Schande." He says, moving his grasp along his neck as he pulls him into a deep, explorative kiss.

Emery chuckles a bit more at the sung line, before he hears the question, and raises his eyebrows a bit, closely studying Eberhard as he listens to Eberhard's statement. "Well, Eberhard Everhard if you're nasty Vennett, let's just say that I missed you in the latter way, too," he says, before moving into the deep, explorative kiss.

A toothy smile graces Eberhard's lips as he lets out a little chuckle at Emery's words, reveling in the sensations of the kiss feeling a sense of familiarity laced with a freshness, he notes before quickly turning the kiss more passionate, wanting more he swiftly works on removing his shirt, throwing it carelessly onto the floor, breaking the heated kiss. His blue-green eyes almost electric, "Oh, did eweee?" He ponders aloud, throwing his shirt off, "I do believe I'm going to have to withhold you from using that name, until you produce the particular evidence that you fit such a prerequisite and can rightfully reclaim." He declares, wrapping his arms around Emery's neck, leaving hot kisses along it, and down his chest, "Rules are rules, after all young man." He deepens his voice further, wagging his finger at the man, indulging in another fervent kiss, "The backbone of our civilized society, a man that can not adhere to such principled disciplines is most certainly an eternally damned soul." He continues the words, pulling them from the impassioned speech he heard from Headmaster Franklin, one too many times, moving his hands to undo his pants, continuing the kiss, relishing in it and deeply craving more from the man.

Emery indulges in the heated kiss before they break apart, as an almost smile tugs at his lips at Eberhard's comment. "Ah, don't boar me, E," he says flatly, even as a small spark of amusement dances in his eyes. "Oh, yeah, Everhard?" He breathes, in between heated kisses exchanged with the other man, hearing the impassioned Headmaster Franklin speech, a wider smirk tugging at his lips. "What are you going to do about it, Eberhard, when I've already eternally damned my soul many times over?" He moves to work at assisting Eberhard in removing his pants before undoing his own, leaving heated kisses along Eberhard's body as he sinks down to his knees to begin his practiced motions.

"How else can I impress ewe?" He makes a subtle exaggerated boar noise, in between heated kisses, pushing the man against the island at the use of the name again, and giving him a playful slap along his face and a harder one along his backside, wagging his finger disapprovingly at the man, despite the gleam of amusement playing in his gaze, going into the speech as he kisses along his body, hearing his question and amused smirked pulling at his lips, "Ah, well, what's one more for ewe." He agrees, his voice low and seductive along his ear, "Genießen Sie die Fahrt." He lowly groans, as he leans back, bracing himself as he feels the expert sensations washing over him, carressing his hand along Emery's face, and running his hand through his hair as he enjoys the motions, pulling on his hair once he feels the sensations become especially overpowering not intent on reaching such a peak any time soon, he lifts the other man up from his knees, pulling him into a ravenous kiss, his hand working skillfully along him, before pushing him onto the dining room table, swiftly falling to his knees to continue his prior motions with much more zest, his blue-green eyes meeting Emery's own as he does so.

"Mm," Emery muses, in between heated kisses, feeling the sharp slap along his backside, "surprise me." He then gives Eberhard a sharp smack along his backside before moving to turn the tables and push Eberhard against the island, bringing him into a fervent kiss once again. "Das werde ich," he growls back, before getting down on his knees to begin his motions before he's pulled up and pushed onto the dining room table, pleasure coursing through him at the sensations, but finding something...unsettling about the eye contact, and so he pushes Eberhard up from him, moving to then push Eberhard against the table, roughly kissing him as he begins to once again work skillfully against him, picking up from what he had begun earlier.

Eberhard lets out a light laugh as he's pushed onto the table, letting out a low groan at Emery's motions, before a grin develops onto his lips as he hears the song playing softly in the background, recognizing as the Primal Scream song, letting out another amused laugh, "Willst du immer noch, dass ich singe?" He hums, in between groans of pleasure, as he winks at Emery before pushing himself off the table and Emery roughly back against the island as he bends to grab his phone, moving to turn the the volume up, and loop the song, turning back to Emery with a devious smirk on his lips, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him with a ferocity, ""I'm trippin' on your love, I'm trippin' on your love." He sings deeply, humming the tune of the song, moving his hips along to the beat and along Emery, pulling him along, back to the table as he continues his hungry kisses along his body, moving to push Emery hard against the table again, pushing the dishes from the dinner off carelessly, climbing on-top of him, moving along to the beat and against Emery, "Bond so strong between us, bridge between our souls, lifts me like a bird of prey, heals the wounded boy." He seductively sings along Emery's ear as he continues to skillfully move along him, pulling him into a consuming kiss.

Emery continues his motions until he he hears the song begin to play in the background softly, causing a half smile to play at his lips in spite of himself as a chuckle rolls from his lips. "Miss a free performance from the shining star of Charleroi? Come on, Eberhard, my mind has not gone so much that I'd pass up an opportunity like that," he muses, his half smile widening a bit as Eberhard turns the volume up, his own smile taking on a devious glint as he sees Eberhard's, moving to furiously kiss Eberhard as he's aroused by both his motions and his singing, assisting in carelessly pushing the dishes as he gets caught up in the moment, joining in with Eberhard in spite of himself to sing, bridge between our souls, lifts me like a bird of prey, heals the wounded boy," along with him, their voices joining together melodically as they did when they were in their choir classes Chareleroi, moving in to the consuming kiss, feeling a fire within him as he indulges in it.

A bright grin plays on Eberhard's lips as he hears Emery join in with him, the sound of their voices melding and harmonizing causing a strong shiver to course through him, as he bites his lip, his brilliant blue-green eyes shimmering as they meets Emery's alluring blue eyes, gazing deeply into them, as he continues his energized and hungry expert motions against the man meeting his pace perfectly, reveling in the immense pleasure from the sensation of being connected to him once again. The realization and sensations flooding his body, mind, and soul, not focused on anything in the heated exchange but Emery and the way their body's were so intoxicatingly in tune. An amused laugh rolling from him as he feels the roll, changing their positions, his back hitting the table hard, but not minding the sensation at all, as he wrapped himself tightly around Emery, pulling him into a fiery wild famished kiss, craving to have more of him, all of him.

Emery allows himself to get caught up in the melodic intertwining of their voices, the deep way Eberhard was looking into his eyes causing something to strike once again inside him, though this time, it is dulled by the burning fire and pleasure inside of him as he feels the connection between him and the other man and just how in tune they were, and he moves hungrily into the firey, wild kiss, feeling completely ignited by it before he ensures that Eberhard is ready for what is to come next before he expertly and intensely moves his body against Eberhard, the entire experience utterly euphoric, continuing with intoxicating synchronism until they reach a mutually gratifying destination, the experience unlike anything quite like anything...since the last time he and Eberhard were together, he realizes, with that same strike of a feeling returning to him as he pulls apart from Eberhard, studying the other man for a brief moment, truly taking in seeing the lamb tattoo in full view for the first time after all those years, and in the moment, it all just becomes too much. He moves to throw his clothes back on quickly, running his fingers through his hair, before turning to look back at Eberhard, a part of him wanting to stay longer, to fully indulge in their reunion, but too much of him in the moment wished to go, and so he gives Eberhard a quick two fingered salute before turning towards the door. "Got somewhere I have to be. See ya, E. Don't you forget about me." He sings the last part to the tune of the song by the same name, before putting his jacket back on him and closing the door behind him, lighting a cigarette once he's outside and taking a deep drag of it before walking out into the night.

Eberhard indulges deeply into the euphorically intoxicating synchronism, not holding back whatsoever, yearning to give himself wholly to the heated experience, to Emery, freely letting his ecstatic sounds of pleasure flow from him, until he feels himself reaching his peak, intensely holding Emery's gaze, expertly moving against him so they would arrive together. His efforts soon paying off as they reach a mutual release, the experience causing a euphoric unparalleled transcendence over him. He lies back onto the table, spent, his breathes heavy as he works to overcome the weakness he was feeling, in the moment, watching Emery's gaze fall onto his tattoo, a smile twitches onto his lips, as he eyes flit to it's match, tracing over it, "Du hast es behalten." The sight causing an immense warmth to flow through him, he leans in and kisses over the tattoo gently, pulling Emery into a deep kiss, moving his hand over his heart, allowing Emery to feel the beat of it, as he moves to caress his tattoo, reveling in the moment and sensation before he's caught off guard by the unexpected breaking of it. Another shiver striking through him as he watches Emery quickly scramble off of him and redress, a hurt coursing through him at how he seemed not able to stand to be around him any further, he swallows harshly a lump developing in his throat in the moment, yearning to grab him, for him to stay a bit longer, but not having the will to do so in the moment, not when that wasn't what he wanted, again. He places a smile onto his lips, nodding his head, giving a small laugh as he clears his throat, "Yeah, right, of course. In a while, crocodile. D-Don't be a stranger, ewe," He says back, watching him leave, moving off the table with a huff and moving to fix himself a strong drink, before he even thinks on beginning to clean up.

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[emeryegen]

E3 + Ems the Intern [December 7, 2017]

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Summary: Eberhard arrives in the library to talk to Emery while Emery is working with Emory, who is working as an intern for him. Emery and Eberhard discuss the reunion sex that they had, before having a more deep discussion about their past with one another, and Emery ultimately admits that he does, in fact, still love Eberhard, and they officially kick off their E3 Reunion Tour.

Emery sits at the table he set out for him and Emory at the library, the coffee that he got the both of them that morning still sitting on the table as he references a book that he had Emory pull earlier, typing out some notes as his eyes flicker over to the other man. "Tell me, did you find anything on Indigent Defense Systems in your search last night, hm?" He casually notes before turning his attention back to his research, curious if Emory had done the assignment that he had texted him the night prior.

Emory sits opposite of Emery taking an appreciative drink from his black coffee, enjoying the quality of it, the simple question causing a strike of annoyance to swirl within him, although, he smiles brightly in return. "I did yes, I pulled all the information that I found on the topic and categorized and marked it for added efficiency and ease." He hums, handing Emory the notes he hand printed out and marked accordingly in direct reference to the overarching project at hand. "I also sent you the original document, just in case, that was more suited to your taste." He adds, his eyes scanning over the room briefly, his brow arching as he takes sight of the man coming towards him, a stroke of amusement moving through him as he comes closer, wondering just what was in store.

Eberhard arrives to library, having taken a chance on this being where to find Emery after seeing the tweets

from earlier of Emory and the man in question, having made a quick stop on the way there to Boba Guys. He strides over to the two men, noting the many books open, a smile graces his lips as he greets the two men warmly, "Emory. Ewe. Looks like you're hard at work, perhaps, it's time for a well-timed tea break, hm?" He suggests handing the premium iced bubble tea out to both Emory and Emery - noting the strike of confusion quickly flash through Emory's eyes as he takes inspection of the beverage - leaving behind only his own Horchata, he takes his eyes from Emory, his gaze intense .on Emery, "Wouldn't wish to burn out. Take a ten?"

Emery nods his head appreciatively at Emory, work, admittedly impressed, but it still being just the beginning of what he needed Emory to do. "Check the accuracy of footnotes 1-30 and ensure I'm properly capturing the author's intent for my citations?" He asks, a tiny twitch of a smile crossing his lips at how Emory categorized his research, before he noticed Eberhard there. "Come now, E, don't call this poor boy a sheep, he's quite a trailblazer, honestly, look," he deadpans, before he hands Eberhard Emory's excellent research, before he pats the seat next to him. "Research stops for no man, E. I'll work and talk." He then takes the tea from Eberhard, thanking him before taking a deeply appreciative sip.

"Absolutely, consider it done." Emory confirms confidently, prior to Eberhard's arrival, taking hold of the drink, a quick strike of confusion moving through him as he subtly inspects the odd drink, but quickly repurposes that into an appreciatively bright grin, "Ah, thank you. How kind of you Eberhard." He gives, subtly noting the body language between the two men with interest despite taking care to make it appear he was focusing on the task at hand, his gaze temporarily flitting to the men upon hearing mention of his research, humming appreciatively in response, turning his attention back to the footnotes intently reading them, not letting his amusement and play on his face as he hears Emery offer to work as well as have the conversation Eberhard so intently seemed to want, an inaudible chuckle silently going through him as he notes the tactical practicality and assurance his plan would go accordingly. He takes a drink of the mysterious beverage, a flash of surprise flowing through his blue eyes as he tastes all the flavors at once, not expecting the coffee, or the round unknown orbs.

"Of course, no problem." He responds warmly to Emory, his attention turned briefly to the notes Emery presented to him, letting out a nod, "Ah, so he is." He gives, his jaw clenching as he hears his offer to speak with Emory present and how he rather do that then speak to him privately, he gives him a shrug in response, moving to sit beside him. "Fine." He casually replies, despite a hint of edge present in the word. "I wish to talk further about your adverse reaction to me after we had sex, last week. I also do not appreciate the way you're acting as if it didn't happen, and would greatly appreciate your candid honesty regarding your feelings and thoughts on this, instead of being a coward and trying to circumvent anything that may have resurfaced because of such an orgasmic reunion." He plainly and unabashedly says, taking a deep drink of his horchata, appreciating the flavors, his gaze focused on Emery. "Thoughts?"

Emory continues to read over Emery's work, intently listening and drinking more of the coffee tea oddity. He moves to testingly chew on the ball, curious on the flavor, instead of swallowing it whole this time, just as he hears Eberhard's brazen and candid words, the burst of flavor floods his mouth, causing him to choke a bit unexpectedly, coughing a bit, taking another drink to try and clear his throat. He holds his hand up, "Apologies."

Emery nods affirmatively at Emory's confident confirmation, returning to his research until Eberhard arrives. Emery raises his eyebrow slightly at the unabashed way that Eberhard begins speaking, his eyes briefly drifting over to Emory as he hears the unexpected choking, before they drift back to Eberhard as he takes a sip of his bubble tea, savoring the flavors momentarily. "Oh, my mistake, I suppose I should have ordered a cake in celebration? Coconut is still your favorite, E?" He muses casually, pulling up the Lady M website and showing Eberhard the option. "And here I thought sex was just sex. My mistake. Though it was rather incredible and I commend you for that. Kudos, E," he states, as he continues typing his research, giving Eberhard a pat on the shoulder with his free hand.

Eberhard's gaze quickly flits over to Emory at the sound of the choking, a stroke of concern darkening his features, "Are you all right?" He questions, until he sees the hand and sees Emory settle down, moving back to Emery, his eyes narrowing as he sees the Lady M website, hearing his words, "Ah, absolutely it is. Perhaps, you should see if you can have it custom designed with a perfectly apt 'asshole' adorned on it?" He muses, taking a drink from his horchata, hearing the kudos, and feeling the dismissive pat. "Hm, pleased as punch, you were able to enjoy yourself. You know it's almost ironic how much more expressive you are in ecstasy, than here, ewe. Incredibly intriguing." He notes, humming as he takes in the man, "So, that's all it was to you then? Simply self satisfying, completely clinical sex between strangers?" He asks, intently watching him.

"Hm, anything for you, E. I'll see if they can do that," Emery muses, before he slides his phone to Emory from across the table. "Give them a call for me, would you? We can have it delivered and all enjoy it together, mm?" He casually states, taking another sip of his bubble tea, waiting for Emory to go leave to take the call before meeting Eberhard's eyes. "Maybe what's even more interesting is the fact that you are here, dear?" He muses, punctuating the last word added for the purpose of rhyming with a light click of his tongue. "I don't believe you ever told me the true intent behind your own actions, E. Let's begin there. Was it just sex or something more, boar?"

Emory hears the request as he finishes making a note on the work, another strike of annoyance rolling through him as he takes the phone, "Certainly, excuse me." He politely says, making his way from the table to accomplish the task, intending on ordering his own cake, not liking the taste of coconut and certainly not adhering to the other asinine request they had made for such a cake, moving so he was obscured from view but also had one from his own line of sight, intently reading the social cues and body language of the two men as he hears the line ring.

Eberhard raises his brow as he hears Emery have Emory leave, watching as he does before turning back to Emery, "Ah, you don't require your captive audience for this particular answer? Astonishing. How absolutely altruistic of you, ewe." He retorts, taking a deep drink as he hears the the rhyme, holding the man's gaze, not moving to answer him, as he takes his time, to truly savor the flavors. "So you can place the responsibility on me to be transparent, once again, while you continue to play games?" He muses, giving a laugh, taking another drink, "Beautiful." He adds, "I don't believe it could ever be 'just sex', especially with you, Emery. My intentions were exactly what I said they were, that night, I missed you. It was incredible sex, nothing surprising, surely. I felt something strong, are you saying you didn't? That you honestly didn't feel that connection that is still there between us?" He asks, searching the man's face, "If you didn't, then you didn't. Don't bullshit me, if you're scared, say that. If you don't wish to reopen this chapter or make a new one, then...say that. We've been through too much for you to lie to me. Just...say it." He furrows his brow a bit, his gaze softening significantly as he looks away from Emery, his lip twitching, his hand finding Emery's, before he turns his attention fully back onto Emery.

"Figured the kid could use a break after nearly choking to death," Emery states casually, taking another sip of his tea before he listens to what Eberhard has to say, savoring the flavors as he steels himself with a casual expression of nonchalance, even as feelings threaten to rise within them once again, before he catches the softening of Eberhard's expression as he looks away, a strike of something rising within him as he bites down hard on his lower lip momentarily before letting out a deep sigh, placing his own hand on top of Eberhard's. "That's exactly the problem, E," he says flatly, looking directly into Eberhard's eyes, his expression momentarily softening. "I still love you, you dumbass. Always will, I'm sure. Du bist die Liebe meines Lebens, mein Eber." He sighs once again, letting his eyes flutter shut before letting a chuckle in spite of himself in the situation. "Goddamn, would have been better to have said that in English to have it rhyme," he muses, shaking his head a bit again before bringing his eyes back to meet Eberhard's. "It fucking hurt, you know? Us growing apart, us ending things, not seeing you for all those damn years...I thought it was always going to be you and me, E, so forgive me if I hesitated at not wanting to reopen all of that when it might all fall through my fingers again." He takes another deep sip of his tea, savoring the flavors before looking down for a moment, before returning his gaze to Eberhard's, beginning to hum lightly the part of the Primal Scream song corresponding to the lyrics, "bond so strong between us, bridge between our souls," before he pauses. "Does that answer your question about the connection that I still feel between us, E, hm, or must I get that on the cake, too? Maybe I can grab Emory before it's ordered and get 'Ich wünschte, wir hätten uns nie getrennt, Ich vermisse dich mehr als alles andere,' written on it, hm?" He muses, attempting to keep his tone casual but the German taking on a slight sharpness to it in spite of his intentions, before he takes another long sip of his tea and flits his eyes back to his work as he waits to hear Eberhard's response.

A warmness moves through Eberhard as he doesn't feel Emery pull away this time, instead feeling the weight of his hand moving over-top on his own, the sensation bringing a smile to his lips, as he meets Emery's gaze again, noting the softness present. A shiver shooting through him as he hears him confess he still loved him, moving his free hand to softly hold his face, letting out a chuckle at his assessment, "I'll say. Perhaps, a bit too quick with that prior title, hm?" He teases, his warm smile growing, prior to it falling as he recalls the painful memories and feelings associated between them, moving his hand to caress Emery's features, "You weren't the only person it hurt, ewe." He reminds, his blue-green eyes becoming wet, as he slowly blinks, a few tears falling from his brilliant eyes, "I didn't want to hold you back, and...I-I didn't, you've accomplished so much, I am so proud of you, Ewe. Truly, it's phenomenal work. Aber dich nicht in meinem Leben zu haben? Es brach mir das Herz. Ich habe dich jeden Tag vermisst." He admits, wiping his eyes, another shiver coursing through him as he hears the hum, his soft gaze swirling with love and affection, he pulls Emery into him, kissing him deeply and passionately. His moist eyes lighting up in amusement as he hears mention of the cake, a chuckle rolling from his lips, "Only if you preface it with: 'I'm sorry for being such an asshole.'" He counters, raising his brow, "Then, perhaps, I'll get one to go along with it that says 'Ich liebe dich sowieso, du unerträglicher Arsch. Nennen Sie es sogar?" He muses, a playful grin pulling at his lips, as he moves from his seat onto Emery's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, his gaze matching Emery's, "Ich liebe dich, Ewe." He reaffirms again, grazing his thumb along his lips, "Bleibe in meinem Leben." He requests softly, pulling him in for another kiss.

Emery feels Eberhard's free hand move to his face after he confesses that he still loves him, and a twitch of a smile forms on his lips at Eberhard's teasing. "Perhaps," he muses, before he bites his lip again at the painful memories, feeling a strike of guilt course through him as he sees the tears fall from Eberhard's eyes. "You too, you know, E. You know that, right? How proud of you I am? Ich vermisste dich auch jeden Tag, und als wir die Dinge beendeten, tötete es mich, ehrlich gesagt." Emery admits in turn, looking down for a second before looking back up at Eberhard, before he lets out his hum, and he feels Eberhard pull him in for a deep and passionate kiss, the sensation causing a strong strike of dormant love and affection to course through him, but instead of trying to suppress it, he lets himself feel it in its entirety, and finally revel in their reuinion and the love they had for each other, before he hears the chuckle and Eberhard's words, causing a small chuckle of his own to escape from his lips. "Hm, depends on how much more the 'I'm sorry for being such an' is going to cost me, since I only budgeted for 'asshole' initially," he counters back, before he lets a genuine smile cross his lips as he hears the other cake's message. "Fair's fair. I'd say we're even there," he states, before feeling Eberhard take a seat in his lap. "Ich liebe dich, Wildschwein," he says in return, looking deep into Eberhard's eyes before pulling him into a gentle kiss to reaffirm his words, a subtle deep affection coursing through his eyes. "Nur wenn du in meinem bleibst," he says softly in return, leaning in to the other kiss, before he pulls back, his eyes softening as he traces Eberhard's cheek gently with his thumb. "Will you try things again with me? The second coming of E3?" He requests softly, leaning his head in so that it touches Eberhard's, closing his eyes as he continues his gentle motions before whispering, "Ich liebe dich," once again.

Eberhard gives a sputtered laugh hearing the counter about the price, "Really? Here you would think you have a slush fund for such a reoccurring thing, no? Disappointing, dude. " He retorts, drawing out the last word, his face breaking into a delighted smile as he moves into Emery's lap, as he hears the soft words returned to him, moving into the gentle kiss, the sensation warming him, the soft tracing igniting the sensation further. He closes his eyes as he feels the gentle press along his forehead, letting out a hum, a smile crossing his face as he hears the request, a small chuckle escaping at the phrasing of it, his soft whisper causing another shiver to strike through him, he leans his head to place a soft kiss on his lips, and a few peppered along his neck, "You wanna bring the band back together, hm?" He croons, placing a kiss along his skin, "I'm open to negotiations. You think you can bend your rule from earlier and discuss the details with me, back at your place, perhaps?" He breathes along his ear.

"Oh, no," Emery says, shaking his head with a small chuckle. "My whole budget outside of the free bit of change I have to put 'asshole' on the cake is going to pay this kid here," he says, gesturing to where Emory was taking the phone call. "You want him to starve so you can have your apology cake? Shame, E, shame," he chides, shaking his head a bit, even as a smile twitches on the corner of his lips. He then makes his gentle request to Eberhard, feeling the soft kisses and listening to his words, before nodding his head a bit. "E3, the reunion tour. Sure to sell out in arenas everywhere, no?" He purrs in return, placing kisses along Eberhard's neck. "I think it's quite possible, care to come back and see? I should be able to wrap up my research ASAP," he whispers along Eberhard's ear, before doing a quick nip along it, letting Eberhard get off of his lap so that he could fish out his wallet, pulling out five one hundred dollar bills and walking over to hand them to Emory. "Turns out today is a holiday, so you get off early, plus a holiday bonus for your troubles. And you can have the cake, too. Glücklich ... was auch immer dieser Urlaub ist, ja? Keep up the excellent work, Emory," he states, before turning to go back to the table and pack up his stuff, before wrapping his arm around Eberhard's waist and pulling him in close, bringing him in to place a few kisses along his neck, whispering one more, "Ich liebe dich, Wildschwein" as he grabs his bag and makes his way out of the library with Eberhard.

- COMPLETE -

[arievanburhen]

SURPRISE BITCH [March 19, 2019]

IN PROGRESS

Eberhard moves to bring his interwoven hand along with Arie's, moving the latter side up to his lips as he plants a soft kiss onto his fingers, thanking him for the welcome night out alongside him, feeling a warm bubbly sensation rising from him at the excellent libations and energy of the night. Moving to retrieve his keys from his pocket, focusing a few moments longer than usual to find the exact key, as he turns it inside the door, expecting the pattering sound of Barbara's feet, yet to no avail, cocking his head a bit at the realization before brushing it off as most likely some quality Emery and Barbara time, which was of course, always par for the course. "I did promise you a drink, did I not?" Eberhard recalls, turning to Arie a content grin moving onto his lips as he moves to take his coat off, tossing it onto the couch as he walks by it, intending to make his way over to the bar to make one, for the both of them.

A smile crosses Arie's lips as he moves with his parter towards the door to his condo, moving to plant a soft kiss on his cheek in return, wanting Eberhard to think nothing of it, the celebration being something he was more than happy to do, before he hears Eberhard's offer. "You did indeed, Eberhard, and who would I be if I didn't hold you to it, truly?" He offers, moving over to the record player as he sifts through a few of Emery's odds and ends, before pulling out the record he was looking for. "We do have one more dance we must indulge in on your birthday, though, Eberhard, to make it truly proper," he offers, moving to put the Cameo record on as he hears the familiar beat move through the room, slowly dancing his way over to Eberhard as he offers his hand as he recites the iconic introductory line as he locks eyes with his partner.

Eberhard goes to pour the liquids inside the shaker making sure to be a bit more heavy-handed than usual due to Arie's aversion to cocktails, figuring he'd slowly build his tolerance to them eventually, about to start shaking it before he hears the iconic beat begin to move throughout the room, a warm chuckle bubbling from Eberhard's lips as he takes in Arie's moves towards him. Closing his eyes as he moves his head back, taking in the song, "This is suuuuuuuuuuuuch a...mmm, I love this songggg." He happily declares, taking hold of Arie's and moving freely to the beat as he begins to deeply sing along with it before his motions become slower as he falls into Arie, taking hold of his face in his hands "Annnnnd, I love you, you know." He murmurs softly, planting a kiss along the corner of Arie's mouth, continuing to sway along to the song, moving his hands down along Arie's back, keeping him close, as they continue to dance, about to lean in for another kiss, until his attention is drawn over to the door, a strike of surprise moving through him at the sight.

Fitz shoulders pasts Emery - having bumped into him on the street - as he moves to open the door twirling his sparklers around as he hops in between whatever was happening between his brother and Arie, moving to plant a few kisses onto his brother's temple, "Ebskiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie, happy hippoty burfday slooooooot muffin!" He loudly broadcasts, waving the sparklers around as he presents Ellery to come through with the red velvet and coconut cupcakes he had picked up from some fruity tooty bakery, sticking the two candles in the two middlemost cupcakes, chanting for Eberhard to blow them out, letting out a raucous cheer as he obliges, "C'mon, we gotta turnipppppppppppppppppppp!"

"And I love you," Arie responds as he wraps his arms around Eberhard, momentarily swaying to the beat with him as a twitch of a smile forms on his lips, enjoying the moment with Eberhard and the delightful song until...."Fitz?" Arie offers, a strike of confusion moving through him as he takes in Fitz entering with...the Egen girl, for some reason, that element making it all the more confusing, casting a glance at Eberhard, uncertain if this was planned.

"-Wha..." Eberhard begins as he bears witness to the cacophony of sounds and lights and sensations all barreling at him at once, looking over to Emery for some sort of preamble, before he regains some semblance of reality to the moment, moving to blow the sparklers out, drawing his brother into a tight embrace. "I didn't expect to see you. I missssed you." He softly and genuinely says to his brother, lingering in the embrace, before he hears the words and feels him take hold of his arm, leading him away, letting out a laugh, "Wait, where are we going?" He attempts to ask, still feeling a bit off balance in the particular moment, "Ellery, goooood to see you." He softly smiles, realizing she was there as well, as he leans over a bit looking on the other side of Fitz.

Emery gives a simple shrug, not knowing anything more about the alleged celebration than his partner did, but figuring like Gatsby said, a little party never killed nobody, and even if it did, he already had a suit picked out for Eber's funeral, though it would be damn unfortunate of him not making it to the flight for the birthday trip he had booked the following morning. "You heard her, Eber. Follow them."

Arie leans in close to Eberhard, taking in the enthusiasm of Ellery and Fitz, finding it wouldn't be the worst thing, truly, to go out again, leaning in to give Eberhard a kiss of affirmation. "I suppose we can follow them, but you cannot forget that you still owe me a drink wherever we go. Do not forget, Eberhard," he lowly reminds, the faintest hint of playfulness crossing into his tone.

"Alllll rightttt..." He caves at the chorus of voices insisting he follow along, a gentle smile forming onto his lips as he feels Arie's fall onto them, "I'm sure you'll remind meeee, of course. HmmmmMmmmm?" He lowly and easily offers back, pressing another warm kiss onto Arie's lips, turning to reach out for Ewe as he takes Ellery's hand, even before he hears Fitz' insistence on him joining, too, echoing his words and distinct tone, "You Heard The Mannnnnnnn..."

"As a wise woman once said," Arie agrees, the particular tone of Eberhard's hm reminding him of Jelena, wherever she was, it not being of terribly much concern to him, truly, pressing his lips against Eberhard's, before waiting for Fitz and Ellery to take them to wherever they were heading, prepared to expect the unexpected, as was the usual course from the two of them.

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Aunt Jas Knows Best [December 6, 2019]

IN PROGRESS

Emery hears the sound of the door open, waiting in the dark near the light switch as he hears Eber come in from his shift, giving a glance towards where he thought that Katrina was before flipping the switch, moving to reveal his makeshift Tropical Getaway, and his own Hawaiian Shirt and Sunglasses attire, Katrina's perfect mix to set the mood for the occasion kicking in as Jaslyn, clad in a bikini, moves to drape a Lei over both Eberhard and Emery's neck. "Damn, that was a short flight," Emery deadpans, before looking Eberhard up and down. "Interesting Beach Attire there, Eber, good thing you have me to pack for you, can't leave this kind of thing in your hands," he offers, moving to hand Eberhard the suitcase, giving a knock on the bathroom door  as they pass by some of the cutout palm trees he had managed to get for the occasion. "Cabana's open, and in my opinion? It's a Red Swim Trunks kind of feeling today," he offers, before pulling his parter into a loving welcome home kiss, before giving him a quick slap on the ass. "Chop chop, before someone steals our beach chairs, this resort is so damn popular, look at all these peopleeee....." He offers, taking on the tone of that Chicken video Arie posted as he waits for Eberhard to change.

[emeryegen]

Tofurkey Adventures [November 28, 2019]

IN PROGRESS

Emery feels the brisk cold hit as he makes his way outside with Eberhard, waving goodbye to Laura as their brothers ignore him, as per usual on these holidays, it being their choice, of course, as he fishes his key out of the pocket of his pea coat, spinning it on his finger as he looks at Eberhard. “Should we go pick up the Tofurkey we’re going to wow Laura with or should we make a hell-raising pit stop first?” Emery inquires, raising his eyebrow a bit even as a glint of mischief moves into his eyes.

Eberbard rapidly blinks his eyes, shaking his body somewhat, in attempt to Rouse it back, the unexpected nap he had succumbed to casting a haze over him as he hears Emery speak, tuning back in to hear the question, "You phrase it as though....it's a question?" He muses a bit cheekily, leaning forward to look at him, as he hooks his arm, with Ewe's. "Lead ooooOooon."

A flit of a slow smirk forms on Emery's lips as he hooks his arm with Eber's as they set forth on the walk into town. "Let's do this groovy thang," he remarks, moving to reach into his pocket to play Candy from his phone, strutting down the streets of Charleroi in time to the beat, before unhooking arms briefly to turn around and walk backwards, dancing a bit to the beat as he mouths the words, pointing his finger at Eberhard at the You, before moving to offer his hand out to Eberhard even as he sees Old Lady Wellington give them both a Look as she passes them on the street, it just encouraging him to get even more into the Groove.

[emeryegen]

So We Meet Again... [January 28, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

Eberhard continues to move along to the pulsing beat of the song...feeling like he had heard it before, once, on the radio...perhaps? his hands migrating along the musculature of Emery’s arms up to either side of his face, a blissfully happy smile organically developing as he laughs a bit, pressing a warm smooooooch onto his lips until he vaguely recognizes the song was no Longer the song he realized, when had that happened? Hmmm...softly drawing back as a innate thirst clutches him, growing by the moment...swallowing a bit as he presses a final kiss to Ewe’s cheek. “I’ll be back...heading to the juice caboose, you want anything?”

A little smile peeks onto Emery's lips as he dances beside Eber, before dropping his expression back to his natural state as he busts out a few funky moves in pure stoic form, a little half-smile curling upwards as he hears Eber's laugh, pressing his lips against his, lingering in the moment before hearing Eber's remark about the bar. "Surprise me, Tiger," he offers with a quick wink, before firing a little finger gun at him. "Just don't forget to keep it Groovy," he reminds in deadpan as he blows the Smoke off the top of his finger from the fired Shot.

[emeryegen]

Blame It On The Juice [August 4, 2019]

IN PROGRESS

Emery grooves together with Eber as they enjoy a Special Sinful Sunday together and the little break from both of their respective workloads, moving to playfully twirl Eber as Earth, Wind, and Fire reverberates throughout the retro diner that he had picked out after seeing they hosted a Groovy Dance Night, the name, not the most creative, but the sentiment was right, he acknowledges as he moves to the beat with Eber, a small smile slowly drawing onto his lips, before he sees the badly-replicated Elvis knockoff step onto the dance floor, announcing a Dance Off, an amusement moving through him as he picks Eber as the first contender, letting out a small clap and a quick “woo,” before looking to see who the Poor sap would be who would have to take on his bad mama jama.

Artemis moves to playfully twirl Lacey, looking snazzy as ever in the suit she had worn just for the occasion to amuse him, letting out a laugh as she busts out a few moves of her own, having missed this while they had both been away, but a reunion of the Dynamic Duo, of course, always started at Sallie's on their Swingin' Sundays dance nights, giving Lacey a light wink to signal he was about to bust out a few moves of his own, until he sees Not Elvis come over to him, announcing that he had been chosen for a dance off, one of the Highest Honors a Fake Elvis speaking on behalf of her Swingin' Sallie Self could ever bestow upon a person, a playful twinkle moving into his eyes as he takes in his competitor, giving him a small playful bow with an exaggerated hand movement as he descends downward, transforming it into a curtsey, his ballet training lending well into a smooth transition of the playful gesture. "An honor, to take part in one of the highest art forms conducted by Definitely The Real Elvis this side of the Brooklyn Bridge," he offers to the man as he moves upwards, before hearing the tune of Juice begin to kick in, offering the other man the first go. "Floor is yours," he offers, curious to see what grooves this other man had.