#sorry Chell Preferences are still new enough I forget about them sometimes

[victorluvsalice]

Day 4 of our time with Chell, Wheatley, and Geeker, and, as usual, the summer weather in Newcrest was absolutely miserable. I swear, this neighborhood must get more thunderstorms in the middle of summer. . .anyway, I wasn’t about having all my Sims trapped inside all day, and after two days at work for Wheatley and Chell respectively, I wanted to do something new. Fortunately, the game provided me with the perfect activity to get them out of the house -- GeekCon! AKA arguably the City Living festival I go to the least simply because it takes place during normal working hours for most of my Sims. But Wheatley had vacation time, Chell decides her own hours, and Geeker wasn’t going to work until that afternoon, so when an invite came in from his friend Faith Land, the gang gathered up Geeker’s boyfriend Dario and headed out!

. . .Naturally, it was raining over in San Myshuno as well. *grumbles* Fortunately, it cleared up rather quickly, and everyone started plunging into GeekCon activities. Namely, Wheatley and Chell spent some time working on the rocket with Faith as the festival “goal” (with me once again realizing too late I’d made Chell do something that she doesn’t like -- right, girl was nearly dragged into space, so she dislikes Rocket Science), while Geeker caught up with his boyfriend, entered the Hackathon, got a bite to eat --

[mermawisdo]

Opposites Attract Ch.3(pt.2)

Lutz hardly slept that previous night. His frustration, anger, confusion, and a bunch of other emotions were filling the man’s mind making him restless. Only 5 hours of sleep – which, in a different situation, the Sanythian man could easily run on and sometimes even less. But this time, he felt groggy as he got up to prepare for the day. Some food and maybe a nap later and Lutz knew he’ll be fine; but first thing’s first, he needed to talk to the king. Walking out towards the king’s study, the man was trying to figure out how to approach the situation without sounding like he’s complaining. Knocking on the door, the thick voice of ‘enter’ came and he opened the door, “Good morning, Your Majesty. I would like to speak to you about something that is concerning me…”

“Ohh, Lutz! Of course. What seems to be the problem?” Allister asked, setting down some documents he was reading.

The mountain man cleared his throat, “Well, you probably heard about my sparring match with Oliver a couple days ago…”

The king smiled, “Yes, I have. I heard it was quite the match… a shame I couldn’t see it…”

“It would have been good to watch and you should be proud of your son. He’s a worthy and skilled fighter… anyways, some of your men have seen my lost as an excuse to drop all respect for my men and myself. I can tolerate their silly childish teasing but these men have threatened my friends and I don’t take kindly to people who disrespect my family or friends.” Lutz slightly growled but kept his tone steady, “I held back last night but I’m afraid that if I see this happen again, I won’t hold back my tongue or my fists.”  

Allister’s smile turned to frown as he hummed, “This is definitely a problem…” 

Meanwhile, Oliver came to speak to his father but stopped when he overheard the conversation. Hearing that some of his men were treating their guests badly appalled the prince. “I command my men to give the highest respect to every guest and hearing this news shows me that a few of them need to learn more discipline.” The king stood up, “Come walk with me and show me the ones who were causing these concerns, Lutz. I do not want to punish all of my men for what a few have done.”

Lutz eased his tensions and slightly bowed, “Of course, and thank you, Your Majesty.”

“My pleasure, Lutz. You’re going to be part of my family and I shall do what I can to help you.” Allister replied, heading for the door. Oliver swore under his breath and took off running, not to get caught for eavesdropping on the men. Once safe, he sighed, “I didn’t know that was happening…Lutz maybe intimidating but he didn’t deserve to be treated that way!” He exclaimed to him jumping when a messenger said his name, “I’m sorry, your highness! You have visitors waiting for you in the gardens.” I wasn’t expecting anyone today…, the prince thought, smiling, “Thank you.”  

Heading to the gardens, Oliver was curious to see who came. Sitting at a table being served tea, were his friend – Marianne, a tall blonde woman who was friends with him before meeting Arthur and became his fiancee, and Chell, a young woman with tanned skin and an accented voice who came to Yirin for schooling. The prince was good friends with the two women since they all shared common interests and attending school as teens. “Oliver!” The two women chimed, standing up to give him hugs and cheek kisses, making the young man blush. “What are you two doing here? The party isn’t until tomorrow!”

Marianne smiled more, “True, but we know you’re going to be busy talking to everyone during it so we wanted to get our own conversation in first.”

“Mhmm…and to see how you’re doing! When we heard the news, I told Marianne that you must be frustrated since this happened so fast.” Chell replied, sitting back down and sipping her tea. “So, really, we want to know if you’re doing okay.”

Oliver chuckled and sat down with them, “Honestly? I’m doing great! Everything is actually turning out pretty well for all of us.”

Marianne raised an eyebrow, “You sure? The way Arthur put it, you were suffering from having to see those Sanyth men everywhere.” That made the prince pout, “You shouldn’t always listen to Arthur when it comes to me. I avoided Lutz for some time but we’ve gotten better since we’ve been talking. Dottie loves him and you know how picky she is with other males.” His friends looked at him funny, glancing at each other then back at him. Chell then spoke again, “You’re not scared of him?”

“Well, no, not really.” The prince replied, shaking his head.

After his meeting with the king, Lutz was walking nearby and stopped when he heard his name in the conversation. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping on Oliver’s conversation, but oh, the curiosity to see how the smaller man talked about the Sanythian when he wasn’t around being too strong got him. Hiding behind a wall close enough to hear, Lutz leaned against it, folded his arms, and listened. “Wait, wait, wait! Oliver, you don’t need to pretend to like this guy around us. Is he making you say all this with threats?” Marianne sounded puzzle and the mountainous man rolled his eyes, “As if I would threat someone like that…”

The prince raised an eyebrow, “What? No! I’m being honest! Lutz isn’t really all that bad as I thought he would be. He’s snarky, hot headed, a bit of an ass hole and sometimes he frustrates me beyond belief, “That little brat…, Lutz thought, “but he’s also kind, gentle with animals, and well, very easy to talk to when we’re alone…” Oliver smiled brightly at his friends, “I’m finding myself enjoying Lutz’ company more than when I did when he arrived. I haven’t talked about his family or his life before here, but we’re working on that since being friends take time.”

Lutz was blushing again. Does he really think that of me? I thought he hated me…, he thought, but his surprise was cut when he heard, “But he’s a Sanythian. They’re awful men, Oliver!” Oh lovely…

“Chell, that was a misconception. I’ve seen Lutz and his men alongside our own people and they’re intimidating men who do have different customs but they’re opened to learning innovative ideas. All 5 men treat each other like brothers and I find that highly respectable – as a matter of fact, I think our own soldiers can learn more of that idea of brotherhood.” Oliver was speaking highly of Lutz, but by the confused forces of his friends, they weren’t buying it. “Look, if you want, I can introduce him to you and you see for yourself how different the Sanythian lord is from what we’ve been told.” The Sanythian man blinked at that – not expecting any of this coming from Oliver of all people. Oliver…

Chell shook her head, “No way! Sanythians scare me!”

“You haven’t even been to Sanyth! How can you say that about a group of people you’ve never met!” The prince snapped, making the women perk up.

Marianne waved a hand, “Nonsense, Oliver. How can you say that when they’ve proven how animal like and unpleasant they are!” The prince had enough as he stood up and snapped more viciously, “The only unpleasant ones I see here are you two for being blatantly unaware of other people! Lutz is my fiancé and I will marry him because you know what? I like to see and try new things! So you guys are either going to respect the man and treat him nicely, or you can forget about coming tomorrow and maybe even our friendship. I am tired of going around and hearing side comments about the man when none of you guys have even talked to him!” He pulled away from the table, “This conversation is over. Good day to you both!” The prince stormed off, leaving the two women shocked as well as Lutz.

His heart nearly skipped a beat at what he heard, “Oliver…” Lutz sat up and looked down the path Oliver went, and then followed it.  Lutz never thought that Oliver of all people will defend him in such away – it made him feel…happy. The Sanythian felt happy with a person instead of having to be around the animals – he wanted to hug the prince for the first time too. Finding Oliver as a challenge since that man was like an over energetic rabbit running around.  He spotted that pink hair and followed it to find Oliver standing by the wall, looking out at the vast ocean. “Not now, Lutz…I’m not in the mood to talk…”

Lutz sighed, still smiling as he stood next to him, “Alright, then just listen…I overheard you talking to your friends just now…” Oliver blushed and looked embarrassed, “A-Are you serious? I-I’m sorry if I said anything that annoyed you and for what my friends said!”

“Hehe…easy, Oliver, easy! I’m actually here to thank you.”

“For what?”

Lutz looked at Oliver was caring, purple eyes, “For sticking up for me like that…I grew up to defend myself and not let anyone tear me down. I learned to ignore it but hearing such things like what your friends said still ticks me off and it’s makes me glad I have a fiery partner to snap for me.” Oliver blinked at Lutz, listening to his word, “I…just didn’t like hearing those things anymore…they may be my friends, but so are you. I guess you can say I’m just like you when it comes to defending my friends and family.” For a second, Lutz perked up and realized those were his same words to the king, making him smirk, “I guess I’m not the only eavesdropper around here.”

Oliver’s shrugged, “I never said I was perfect. You’re going to have to get used to me being quieter than a mouse around everyone.”

“I think I can adjust to that.” Lutz nudged the prince and winked, “but hey, thanks again, Oliver. It means a lot to this ‘hot headed brute’ of a man.” He teased but it really did and the man found himself liking the prince more than he ever did before. Even as the pink prince genuinely smiled at him, it sent the Sanythian’s heart beating faster.

“You’re very welcome, Lutz…and, if you want, you can call me Ollie. I prefer being called that by people close to me.” The prince replied, waving a hand like it’s nothing but to Lutz; it meant a lot and he was repeating the cute nickname in his mind.