#𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔥. ⸻ ft. juniper liao

[demidevildiva]

Location: The Pearl Closed Starter: @stigmvtas

"Shit, shit, shit." Bash called out, having had dropped his drink throughout their collision. "I'm so sorry." his apology that always came rushing easily, and often whenever being confronted with an unsettling situation. "Are you alright?" he asked, his arm around her waist as he had done his best to ensure she didn't fall in their stumble. Had he not had enough to drink as it was he probably would have let go of them by this point, but for some reason while glancing down at her he couldn't help but just stare. "You're so pretty."

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Bash wasn't sure what to do or even what to say. He stared for a moment pondering every possible outcome of his words and the reaction that they would raise, "I'm sorry." he urged out, hands out in case she chose to attack him as per usual but her watering eyes made his stomach flip. Sebastian had a hard time dealing with emotions, his own more often than not, but seeing her so close to tears was sort of... terrifying? "You can - punch me if that makes you feel better. Don't cry." He swallowed hard, then reached to grab her arm and pull her away from the middle of the walk way. There hadn't been much people in the place in general, but who knows what'll happen to him - what she'd do to him - for causing her to cry in the middle of the market. "I really didn't see you. I was kind of deep in my head and then I turned and you're just so tiny, Juniper. God, you're puny! I just didn't see you, and I stumbled - and then you were there, and I don't know why it keeps happening. The running into one another, I just don't know. You're just kind of - there? And I don't really know but I thought it was sort of exciting that it kept happening. Not! that. this. was. an - on purpose or intentional, I really didn't see you there at all. Are you going to cry? Please, don't cry. I don't know what I'm supposed to do here. Did I hurt you?" Sebastian looked around her trying to see where she'd been hurt, his speech all but running it's own marathon of how many words he could spill out before she verbally or physically attacked him. "I'm sorry." And then he hugged her. Because that's what you do when people are upset you comfort them, so he put his arms around her miniscule figure and held her in place knowing well she wouldn't be strong enough to pull herself away. He could bribe himself a forgiveness.

Nothing had felt the same since Daniela died; it felt like swallowing hot coals just thinking of it - a constant thought that June hadn't been able to shake, hadn't been able to stop thinking of. Even as others stopped talking about it - even as others joked about it, like it'd been nothing; like Daniela'd been nothing. More hot coals, turning throat to lava - fueling the engine inside her body; more anger than person, more machine than biology - all wrapped in a blanket of exhaustion. June was so tired. Even with her all bark, all bite - forever stanced up like a guard dog at the end of the driveway - it'd become exhausting. Everything around her - everyone; all exhausting. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Slipped through gritted teeth as their bodies collided for what'd felt like the thousandth time - it must've been; they always ran into one another - literally, endlessly - tiresomely. "How many fucking - times, Bash? All the fucking time - fucking, constant -" Her words were less brute force than tired plead, limp shove following, " - Do you want to get fucking - punched again? Do you want to die, Holm?" To her horror - tears had sprung; sudden and quick - hastily wiping them away with the back of her hand. "Can't you just - watch where you're fucking - going for once?"

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"I'm not a Scooby Doo villain. I'm Spiderman." he clarified once his face was revealed then laughed at the ironic similarities to the old murder mystery show. "Don't you know your superheroes?" It took a second for him to fully catch his breath, but he remained sheltered in case they felt the need to attack him once more. He honestly wouldn't put it past her, specially with his light teasing. "Breath." he said, as she continued on her rant but Sebastian highly doubted she'd even heard him speak. "No, no. I'm fine." he said, finally getting back up to his feet and brushing away some of the dirt from the field. "But perhaps don't go around throwing hands at every corner you turn. It is a Halloween event you know." he motioned towards their costumes, "being frightened is supposed to be part of the attraction... or so I hear... you look good... secured." It took only too long for him to really realize what was happening on their body.

"Fucking - Holm!?" Heart still beating too fast - cartoonishly thumping out of her chest; June clasped onto his shoulder - not to steady him as he practically curled up into himself, but to steady him as she reached over and tugged the fabric concealing his face down. "Why the fuck are you a fucking - Scooby Doo villain? What is this? The fucking - invisible man? Fucking - inverted Slenderman? Thought you were going to fucking - murder me, Christ - Christ," She let go of his shoulder - hands waving wildly as she spoke; frowning down at him. "Why the fuck would I flirt with you? I don't flirt with anyone. Christ - you're lucky I didn't carry my fucking - knuckles on me - could've fucking - decked you in the head - Jesus." After a moment - June paused, taking a real chance to glance at him. "Do I need to get a fucking - doctor, or some shit?"

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Bash chuckled, leaning down as far as he could without making it too obvious that he was trying to help her reach. He did however unbutton his jacket before she could pull it off and end up choking him in the process. "Okay, okay." he said, "That's a little rude, Juniper. What if I like being this tall? I won't have to get on my tippy toes or climb a step stool to reach the cereal at the top of the fridge." Bash pressed his lips to keep from smiling as he teased her. "Henry's got a great personality. Do you not like my farm-boy?" Sebastian didn't really know much about the guy's personal life despite how long the two have been working together. He did his best to keep all conversations farm related.

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"Give me your jacket - it's fucking freezing in here, can't they fucking - supply blankets, or some shit?" With a small, drunken stumble of their words - June rose onto their toes, reaching up in an attempt to wrangle the jacket from Bash's shoulders, brows a concentrated furrow. "Christ - you've got fucking - Ford shoulders. Like trying to undress a fucking - truck's bumper. You should get your fucking - shins removed. Donate them to a short king who weeps fucking, nightly - like Henry, or some fucker -"

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Sebastian burst into laughter at the confusion on her face before being brutally ridiculed making him cover himself with his hands. "Hey!" he furrowed his brows and pouted his face, "That wasn't very nice." He couldn't understand how someone so small and so adorable looking could have such a slick tongue and attitude to match. It was a bit perplexing to witness, but for some reason he really liked it. Practically knew nothing about her, if anything at all, but somehow Bash was always looking forward to whenever he'd be seeing her next. His eyes widened at having been caught staring for perhaps a second too long while his mind was elsewhere. "Their great!" he blurred out before he could stop himself then recanted, "No, that's not what I mean." but that wasn't any better, "I mean they are- no doubt- what I mean is to say is-" Sebastian stopped talking all together after the push feeling extremely drunk, and a little like an idiot as he stands back with his hands out. She was so fierce that he was continuously stunted and left searching for words. Now he really needed to focus his eyes anywhere but at the singular layer that hugged her breasts. He was a man after all, no? Damn. He glanced to the side to see if anyone else was looking at this when he noticed the bouncer heading their way. "I think maybe we should get out of here." he said, slightly alarmed.

Christ - how was she always getting herself into situations like these? She didn't even talk to people at clubs, or bars - or anywhere, just wanted to get a drink in; wanted to unload, relax - not die of embarrassment, a giant towering over her. Who was she - fucking, Jack Beanstalk? June was too drunk for this shit. "Your - your nipples are what?" Brows furrowing then - both confused, and angry - her eyes catching on them, practically eye level, and cheeks reddening as a result of it. "Put those things away, Jesus Christ - fucking weapons. Going to fucking - stab me in the eye. Are you going to pay my fucking - medical bills? 'Cos I'll claim fucking - damaged cornea." She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen someone shirtless outside of the beach - her eyes lifted up to Bash's face, just as his gaze fell to her chest. "Oh my god - yeah, I have tits! I know - fucking, shocking. Revolutionary. They're not fucking - much, I'm not out here - boobing, boobily - Christ." June brought their arm out - forearm pushing into Bash's chest to give them a little more room, lest they suffocate - their breath felt shallow enough already, sharp glare tossed at him before her eyes dropped again. "Is that what you're fucking - concerned about? I don't give a shit if my bra shows -" As if to prove their point - June wormed out of her shirt, joining the crumble that was Bash's shirt in her hands. "See? They're just fucking boobs! I'm still fucking, covered - unlike you - where's your fucking, decorum?"

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"Ouch." he said, holding his hand to his chest at her words, but he was too happy to actually find anything she said as mean. Which made it even funnier to him in that moment, since half the things that had come from her since the first time they met had been somewhat mean or rude in nature. It had been long enough though, where he knew - or thought he knew - that her reactions were more out of impulse than annoyance... but that could just be his wishful thinking. "No, it's okay!" Bash said loudly as he spoke over the music and he went back to take the shirt off completely before she could protest once more, "My nipple's are fine, it's girly uh-" he coughed, and glanced down briefly trying to find the correct word, "I just mean that I don't want you're uh-" he couldn't quite figure out how to mention her own breasts in this situation and possibly get away with it, so it left him glancing down her chest as he figured out the proper word to use. Bash didn't even have much time to say anything before someone pushed past him forcing him to once again bump into her but this time squeeze her into the corner she'd brought them into. "Boobs."

The sensation of sweat against her brow - body heat surrounding her, room stuffy from the amount of people practically heaving together, and the clamminess that came with liquor soaking into her shirt, sticking to her stomach - frankly made June feel a little sick; like fever accompanying chills. "Obviously it's a fucking - accident, you're - a fucking giant!" Their voice came off - shrill, for once, hands gesturing towards his height. "Like one of those fucking - obnoxious, hitched up pick-up trucks men get 'cos their dicks are fucking micro - you run into me and I'm practically dead on the fucking ground, vital organs fucking shot out to hell!" June watched Bash wrestle the shirt off of him with abject horror - eyes wide, hands grappling shirt and pushing it back into his chest, "No, no - no no no, what the fuck, Bash? This isn't Magic Mike! Stay clothed!" Feeling - like she needed bathing salts and a good slap to the face, June grasped his wrist and pulled him aside to a side corridor nearing the bathrooms. "They're going to make you fucking - hop on stage and hump a fucking - pitchfork, if you don't put that shirt on right fucking now - Christ - this is so fucking - embarrassing."

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He'd chosen to take some time away from all the noise and the crowd to check out the competition. Sebastian was too busy thinking of the farmer's compose bins when he turned the corner. The entire thing happened way to quick for his brain to process and before he knew it he was hunched over cussing. "Are you fucking mad?" he groaned while holding onto his stomach. Bash glanced up to find a fist wielding Juniper staring back. "This better not be your idea of flirting, cause I might have to renew my health insurance." he chuckled onto to end up coughing from the pain in his stomach. "What the hell do you got in your fists?" How could a tiny person cause him so much pain?

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Taking a shortcut between two of the haunted attractions - their personal mission to weasel up and pluck a bottle from the open - bar situation without being noticed - June turned the corner from besides a wall of corn and screamed at the person who'd just popped up in front of her, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Her hand swung forward automatically to make a firm connection with the masked figure's stomach.

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Bash wanted to laugh at how angry she sounded. Almost like an angry chihuahua. It had been nothing but an accident, but the way she was cussing made it feel different. His entire demeaner changed as his eyes and brain finally clicked together. He's been looking at her face, but he hadn't really put two and two together in the commotion of it all. "It was an accident, I swear." he let out, swallowing hard and letting his arms fall to his side. Empty, and slightly lonely. He almost let himself smile at her comment and the coloration it brought to her cheeks, but he knew the moment he did it was game over. "No, iso - itso kay. Here." he staggered out and pulled off his own shirt before they could deny him. "You'll look great, I swear!" he led out chuckling to himself slightly because with her height difference the shirt had to look like a dress on her. But at least she'll be covered.

"Fucker," June hissed out - a displeased cat, even in all their drunken stupor - leaning away from him, her shirt soaked through, only to catch against the arm swept around her waist. Her hands laid firm against his arms - resisting the urge to dig her nails into them - head tilting up to glare at Bash; only to furrow their brows in confusion. "Fucker -" she repeated, a deep flush coming to her cheeks as she wriggled out of his grasp, " - you got me wet -" June paused just long enough for the implications to break through to her surface thoughts, cheeks hot enough to leave a scorch mark. " - not - in that fucking... way - Christ." Their eyes fell to their chest - to where the liquor seeped into her shirt, the color of her bralette starting to poke through the white fabric. "This - Christ - I'm going to kill you - Holm. I am."