PSL Musebox - OTA (wip)

[sandinmyhair]

A place where I dump all my off-game RP ideas! Warnings for... well, just about everything.


ENCANTO-BASED
A Place To Write Stuff In The Canon Setting
Got an Encanto character? Got someone else you can AU into the setting? Try some:

A1. Fluff!
Bruno's back and it's everyone's chance to love on him, now! He needs fed and washed and all manner of happy things, after all. Just be warned, he will wibble and tear up. A lot. He has a lot of catching up to do and a lot of hugging to do....

A2. Angst!
Bruno's back and he's not re-integrating very well. Ten years in the walls has not been kind to him, after all. Maybe he has it out with the others, or he tries to hide again, or starts some unhealthy coping or other. Maybe his Gift finally destroyed his health.

A3. H/C!
Bruno's back and other people are not happy about this fact. There may be, for example, an increasing belief that he's demonic and clearly in need of an exorcism.

MULTIVERSAL MISCELLANY
A Place To Write Stuff In Any Other Kind Of Place, Including Settings Of Current Games

B1. Gives New Meaning To 'Lab Rat'
Someone somewhere decided a person who could do what he does is very much worth studying. Maybe they wanted him to only see the future for them. Maybe they saw him as a way to manipulate time or travel through it or simply tap the immense energy that courses through him.

B2. Wibbly Wobbly.
Maybe the Time Lords sent you to investigate. Maybe you discovered it on your own. Whatever the reason, here you are in 1950s Colombia. Something has been poking at time. And there may or may not be an unregistered TARDIS in the area....

NSFW
Because I Can't Not Have The Occasional Smut Thread

C1. Buried Desire
Somehow you can tell that an incredibly powerful sex drive lurks under that shy, awkward exterior that's just begging to be seduced out. Granted, it won't take much to do this.

C2. Married Bliss
Welcome to the Family Madrigal! Somehow Doña Alma managed to finally marry off her son. But it's not her you have to worry about, it's his sisters and his brothers-in-law and all their wink-wink-nudge-nudge.

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[sciencesquid]

[The feeling is nice, really. Otto doesn't know whether the warmth comes from the alcohol, Bruno's shade identity or something else entirely. Whatever it is, he likes it. He smiles wistfully, ducking his head a bit.]

Is that so? God, I can't imagine something like that at all. I came from a city that's so big, it's the size of a small country. Millions of people, all stacked on top of each other in the hustle and bustle. [He pauses for a moment, then grins and takes another sip from his drink.] ... I don't miss it one bit.

[sandinmyhair]

That's... wow, that's a lot of people.... [He tries to imagine it. Like multiple Bavans all crammed together? He starts laughing.] Buildings all crammed in there, like 'we'll make them fit,' 'But this man's bathtub is in this other guy's kitchen!''It still fits!' [He giggles and snickers and leans companionably against Otto.] 'But where's he gonna make his soup?''In his other neighbour's tub--the first one's taking a bath!'

[sciencesquid]

[Otto laughs along, not because Bruno's joke is too wild but because it's eerily accurate. New York City is a hellhole and mocking it is just too easy.]

You know, I'm sure I've heard someone mention this tub soup once. He said it was... Souperb. [And with that terrible pun out in the open, he laughs again.]

[sandinmyhair]

[This makes Bruno sporfle and laugh harder.] Bet the other guy stewed over that for a while!

[He's not even all that drunk and he's giggling like a loon.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto was just about to raise his glass to his mouth again, but ends up snorting very loudly. That likely wasn't flattering at all. And he can't stop himself from firing back, either.]

Well, it certainly took his broth away. [Someone stop him.]

[sandinmyhair]

[It doesn't bother Bruno in the slightest. In fact, he prefers it when people laugh genuinely.

He's also not going to stop any of this. Him? Stop a pun volley? NEVER. He catches his breath from laughing and manages to squeak out,]

He needs to step back and take stock of things....

[sciencesquid]

[Congratulations Bruno, you broke him. In a good way. He ends up slamming a hand down on the table (or bar surface? Where are they sitting, idek), his guffaws teetering close to a gasping wheeze that causes his throat to hurt even more than the bourbon did.]

Aaahhh no, that one's too much...!

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno's a lot more merciful about puns with his friends than with his family--his sister has been known to throw things to get him to stop. He's content, now, to try to stop his chortling long enough to take another drink. It takes a little bit.]

I haven't laughed like that in a while. [He can't help his gaze going warm, again.] It feels good.

[sciencesquid]

[Otto can't even remember the last time he laughed like that. It may have been years. He was always a bit more sober around Rosie- a bit more tender. But those days are gone. He sits back in his chair, taking a few deep heaves of air.]

It does, doesn't it? [With that, he raises the glass to his lips and drains the rest of it in one go. Ooh, that's a lot of alcohol entering his system at once.] ... 'S just nice.

[sandinmyhair]

[They're both gonna be really buzzed, aren't they? Granted, usually Bruno goes out and gets himself absolutely plastered, but tonight he's just not in the mood for it. He's not sure what he's in the mood for, but a lot of drink just doesn't seem to be what'll fit.

He can't help looking at Otto over the rim of his glass. A little part of him is always a bit jealous at other folks who aren't becoming Shades, who get to at least keep their body, no matter what it actually turns into. A sudden keen longing hits him and, again, he has no idea what it is.

It informs his every movement, though, making everything languid and warm, and he gives a sigh that sounds more like a low hum, his fingers toying slowly with the glass. His smile hasn't left, though.]

Yeah... can't take things too seriously, y'know?

[sciencesquid]

[From the corner of his eye, he sees Bruno's long fingers sliding along the glass. It's hypnotizing, in a way. Alluring, even. He doesn't know why that is. ...No, maybe he does know, but is too apprehensive to acknowledge it. What would even come of that?

He sets his own glass down and gestures for a refill. Still, as he does so, an idle thought hits him and he glances Bruno's way.]

Do you think they have snacks here?

[sandinmyhair]

Hm? [He blinks a couple times, and even that is kinda cute.] Oh--yeah, they've got some peanuts and pretzels and things in bowls over there. [He gestures with his head toward them.] Come to think of it, I'm kinda hungry, too.

[Though what he's hungry for is another question, entirely.]

[sciencesquid]

[Bruno's clearly hungry for snacks, because what else would it be? And you know what? Otto's not going to ask for permission. He gets up from his chair, slides himself along the table and grabs one of the nearest bowls. Pretzels. Perfect. It's set back down in front of Bruno as Otto takes his seat again.]

Voila. Dig in.

[sandinmyhair]

[Even if he's not hungry for food he should probably eat, anyway. He's tiny.

He's also so used to people just placing food in front of him that he doesn't even think about whether it's what he wants or not, he just sticks his hand into the bowl, fingers curling around a handful of the salty little things.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto wasn't expecting Bruno to go straight for a whole fistful, but you know what? He'll allow it. There's more than enough pretzels, probably. He'll wait for Bruno's hand to retract before going for three of the tiny pretzels of his own.]

Why do they make these things so small, anyway? If they were bigger, we wouldn't have to take so many. [Is he being serious? ...Maybe.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno apparently never does anything simply. The handful is then popped into his left hand, so he can pluck them out one by one with his right and eat them that way. Sure sign of someone really accustomed to sharing food with a large group of people. At least he didn't cram them all into his face at once. He's not that hungry. He grins.]

Gotta balance the total amount of pretzel, I guess.

[The next time he reaches into the bowl he's not really paying attention.]

[sciencesquid]

[In a magnificent stroke of coincidence, Otto's not watching the bowl either. One of the bartenders almost dropped an entire bottle of something and a rather impressive fumble followed. He reaches for the pretzels without really thinking about it and as a result, his fingers touch down on the back of Bruno's hand. That's enough to get him to look the bowl's way, just for a split second, then upwards towards Bruno's face.]

Oh! Sorry. [... He's not exactly moving his fingers, though. Just lifting them about an inch.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno's hand is oddly soft in an almost indescribable manner--smooth and somehow tender without being squishy or delicate. He doesn't move it out of the way. He has an odd smile on his face, the thoughtful smile of someone who'd been surprised with something pleasant.]

It's okay, [he says, as though realising this, himself. That was... that was nice. Really nice. A touch almost always is, for him. He grins and touches Otto's fingers.] I don't mind.

[sciencesquid]

[That was... Odd. Not because of how Bruno's hand felt, because a monster feeling unexpected to the touch is actually not odd at all, when one thinks about it. It's because of the smile being sent Otto's way and the touch returning, and the strange way it causes his chest to clench.

Still, he's feeling reckless and curious tonight, which is why his fingers end up curling around Bruno's hands entirely, the tips settling against his palm. It's not a squeeze by any means, but there's a bit of pressure to it all the same.]

... How about this?

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno's smile widens a little. The idea that someone wants to touch him sends a flutter of warmth through him. More than that, though, it stirs that hunger again, and he realises no, he's not hungry for food or drink, and his cheeks flush. He swallows. It's clear that even a simple touch is enough to remind Bruno just how skin-hungry he is.]

I like it... [he says, not really noticing that he's running the fingers of his other hand along the other man's knuckles.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto's gaze sails from Bruno's pleasant, smiling face to their hands. It's his left hand, the one that would've usually donned his wedding ring. Trouble is, ever since the webbing developed between his fingers, he hasn't been able to wear it anymore. It's locked up tight in a box in his room now, still a treasured item but no longer something he carries around with him. And maybe that's a sign.

He shifts his position in his chair to lean in closer; close enough that Bruno can probably smell the bourbon on him.]

I'm sorry if this is out of line, but... Would you like to go somewhere more private?

[sandinmyhair]

[It isn't terribly different to the smell on Bruno's own breath. The slight buzz from the alcohol slowly turns round in on itself and comes out the other end as an anticipatory tightening in his middle. He trusts this man, and he suddenly yearns to be touched. Getting the fact that they were in public out of the way sounds like the perfect idea.]

Yeah... yeah, I think I would.

[sciencesquid]

[Something washes over him at the confirmation. It's a mixture of exhilaration and anxiety. He's never done something like this before and he wasn't expecting it to work. Only now does he realize he's driven himself into a bit of a corner, because he has an actual roommate who Otto's fairly certain won't enjoy their room being used for something like this.

He shifts a little uncomfortably, breaking eye contact for a moment.]

Ah... Do you know of a good place? My home is... not an option.

[sandinmyhair]

My place isn't far. Everyone's out or asleep and... nobody'd hear anyway. It's a big place.

[It's two small things that put Solsikke over Casita--The castle isn't sapient and it hasn't got anyone with super hearing in it.]

Heh. I had to soundproof a couple rooms, anyway, the noise from my typewriter was driving everybody crazy.

[sciencesquid]

[He'd ask about the typewriter, but the indirect implication that they might need soundproofing is enough to derail that curiosity, leading straight into a bit of flustered embarrassment. He tries not to let it show, though, instead giving Bruno's hand one final squeeze before breaking the touch so he can rise to his feet.]

Let's go.