[Sharky's absolutely unphased by the lack of greeting, because obviously he can tell Giles is hungover. It's going to take more than a comb and a nice suit to hide it from him.
He gives it a minute, though. Like, no rush, he's got his coffee and might go back for one of those little tiramisu things later.]
[ It's a good thing Sharky's willing to wait, because it's a good minute or so and half a coffee (that he has to stop himself from downing in one go) later before Giles finally speaks. Turns out forming coherent sentences is far easier to do in writing than actual speech. Oh well, he's here now, it's fine. ]
I must be cursed.
It's the only possible explanation for why it seems I only encounter Deputy Pratt when not in full possession of my faculties. [ He's genuinely not certain if that's an exaggeration or not ]
Oh, shit, what happened? You guys didn't throw down again, did you???
[Sharky immediately squints at Giles like he can somehow x-ray for hidden damage. He doesn't look like he got in a drunken brawl with a recovering cannibalistic psychopath...]
[ Giles winces a bit at the noise, the coffee may be helping him feel a bit more human, but his head's still pounding dreadfully. ]
Quite.
[ If he didn't already have a headache, he'd be getting one from this alone. He's just not built for navigating this sort of thing, there's a reason he didn't follow Oswald into the Spring court. ]
I still don't remember all of it, we talked about... Something, there was some mention of uniforms I believe, and then, well.
Let's just say I'm quite glad I have a second suit now. I doubt the stains will be coming out any time soon. Especially on the knees.
Sorry! [at a loud whisper, because yeah, shit, his B man. But then at a more regular volume:]
Soooooooooooooo, uhhhh, how was it??? Him? He? How was -- oh my god, this is the best day of my life, except the morning you and Ossie double-teamed me via text, and the future date where the two of you double-team me IRL...
[Hey fellas, is it gay to ask your FWB what your bro's dick was like???? Absolutely not, this is Sharky and Pratt we're talking about.]
Fuuuuck. [Tappa-tap-taps the tabletop as he slumps back in his seat.] Good. Good for him! Dude was literally rollin' in tail yesterday. And good for you, man!
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Oh my God, he probably doesn't even remember. Shit, I gotta text him!
[ Giles huffs, somewhere between embarassment and amusement ]
I only hope the cold light of day doesn't leave him with regrets. Deputy Pratt already has reason enough to dislike me without this muddying the waters.
[He fully digs out his phone before he realizes he should... ask... permission??? It's probably visible from the way his face scrunches up that he's having trouble processing that idea. (He didn't even do this when he was magically contracted to secrecy! That's how unusual it is!)]
Is that... cool? I mean, like, obviously I'm gonna text him about it either way but I can like. Wait. [What a weird concept...] But I know gettin' laid ain't gonna make shit worse between you, that's for sure.
[ Giles is more than happy to leave the drama to the people who actually know how to handle it. But he pauses for a moment, and then, quieter, just because he feels it needs stating rather than merely hoping his gratitude comes through in body language alone ]
Thank you. For asking, that is. And for, well, everything else too, I suppose.
[The scrutiny gives him those weird chest-fuzzy feelings, and so he does what he does best and jokes it away.] Where were you back when my P.O. was askin' me for character references?
[Whatever Pratt sends him makes him giggle and then, after a couple moments staring at the screen,] Ossie gave him a cookie?? [Did Pratt get a reward for banging Giles? Why didn't Sharky get one...???]
He's giving them to everyone. A hangover cure that's guaranteed to work, coming from him.
[ Giles hadn't been fully awake and cognizant when Ossie had left on his endeavour to perk everyone up, but he'd pieced together the general gist of it ]
He's trying to keep everyone in good spirits, I believe, embracing his role as a representative of the court of Spring. It's good to see, after how tumultuous the past few months have been.
Oh, that's cool of him. Probably a good idea, too. That salamander rum wiped out half the ship. [Not to mention all the liquor that people brought to the island...] So... okay, Spring's like, good vibes, Autumn's spooky -- Winter's probably supes depressing aaaaand Summer is. Like... going to the beach, soooo... jocks, probably?
[He's literally going off of the various types of SAD.]
That's... Suprisingly accurate, there's more complexity of course, but you've got the basics.
[ He's genuinely impressed, but still absolutely going to elaborate ]
Spring is the court of desire, Summer of wrath, Autumn of fear, and Winter of sorrow. What precisely that means is different for each individual and their relationship to their court and the emotion it centres itself around, though there are roles that the members of particular courts tend towards. Spring, for instance, has healers and diplomats; Summer has warriors and protectors; Autumn, knowledge-keepers and magicians; and Winter, spies and secret-keepers.
[The inner workings of his mind are a mystery, but Sharky gets this shit. Something about seasons, holidays, and vibes all just click together with what Giles is saying.]
Huh. Yeah, alright. [Files it away as "more stuff to know about the dudes you're into."] That all vibes. And he's always handing out stuff, like when everyone was lyin' and truthin' and shit, he gave me some candy. [He's pretty sure it was like, brown sugar or something? Whatever, the point is, it was good.
Also, his phone keeps buzzing. Pratt's having a lowkey freak-out about being a potential side-piece, which, like... wild. Who would he be side-piecing???]
I think Ossie broke Pratt, BTW. He's freaking out about being a side-piece, which, like... hahaha, what?
I don't think Pratt's, like, ever been in a... relationship? Period? [Hold on, that can't be true. Pratt was a huge alpha dickhead cop, but he was still a hot cop in the middle of a red state. He had to have had someone....]
...Damn, man, I don't know, actually. Wow. Huh. [Another thing that they both have in common, which is wild.] Eh, it'll be fine. He's def not pissed at you for, uhhhhh, [checks notes/phone, grins,] "railing him against a tree."
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He gives it a minute, though. Like, no rush, he's got his coffee and might go back for one of those little tiramisu things later.]
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I must be cursed.
It's the only possible explanation for why it seems I only encounter Deputy Pratt when not in full possession of my faculties.
[ He's genuinely not certain if that's an exaggeration or not ]
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[Sharky immediately squints at Giles like he can somehow x-ray for hidden damage. He doesn't look like he got in a drunken brawl with a recovering cannibalistic psychopath...]
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[ There goes the rest of his coffee. Time for another one. Or five. Or how about making it an Irish this time. ]
I have either managed to sway him somewhere into the vicinity of actually liking me, or I have made things a lot worse.
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Oh my God!!!!
[That's probably too loud for any one hangover in the joint but OH MY GOD!!!!]
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Quite.
[ If he didn't already have a headache, he'd be getting one from this alone. He's just not built for navigating this sort of thing, there's a reason he didn't follow Oswald into the Spring court. ]
I still don't remember all of it, we talked about... Something, there was some mention of uniforms I believe, and then, well.
Let's just say I'm quite glad I have a second suit now. I doubt the stains will be coming out any time soon. Especially on the knees.
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Soooooooooooooo, uhhhh, how was it??? Him? He? How was -- oh my god, this is the best day of my life, except the morning you and Ossie double-teamed me via text, and the future date where the two of you double-team me IRL...
[Hey fellas, is it gay to ask your FWB what your bro's dick was like???? Absolutely not, this is Sharky and Pratt we're talking about.]
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It's very gay Sharky, you know it in your heart to be true]I'm glad my drunk and ill-advised decisions bring you such joy [ Said without a hint of irony. ]
He pauses, deliberating on how much to divulge, or whether to just ignore the question entirely. ]
Well, I certainly wouldn't be against a repeat whilst entirely sober.
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[...]
Oh my God, he probably doesn't even remember. Shit, I gotta text him!
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I only hope the cold light of day doesn't leave him with regrets. Deputy Pratt already has reason enough to dislike me without this muddying the waters.
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Is that... cool? I mean, like, obviously I'm gonna text him about it either way but I can like. Wait. [What a weird concept...] But I know gettin' laid ain't gonna make shit worse between you, that's for sure.
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[ Giles is more than happy to leave the drama to the people who actually know how to handle it. But he pauses for a moment, and then, quieter, just because he feels it needs stating rather than merely hoping his gratitude comes through in body language alone ]
Thank you.
For asking, that is. And for, well, everything else too, I suppose.
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I dunno what else I've done other than, like, be mostly chill??? But, uhhh, no problem.
[He sends the text and only glances at his phone once to do so, because he texts fucking constantly.]
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Sometimes that is precisely what one needs, I don't think you realise just how much good you do simply from being precisely who you are.
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[Whatever Pratt sends him makes him giggle and then, after a couple moments staring at the screen,] Ossie gave him a cookie?? [Did Pratt get a reward for banging Giles? Why didn't Sharky get one...???]
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[ Giles hadn't been fully awake and cognizant when Ossie had left on his endeavour to perk everyone up, but he'd pieced together the general gist of it ]
He's trying to keep everyone in good spirits, I believe, embracing his role as a representative of the court of Spring. It's good to see, after how tumultuous the past few months have been.
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[He's literally going off of the various types of SAD.]
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[ He's genuinely impressed, but still absolutely going to elaborate ]
Spring is the court of desire, Summer of wrath, Autumn of fear, and Winter of sorrow. What precisely that means is different for each individual and their relationship to their court and the emotion it centres itself around, though there are roles that the members of particular courts tend towards. Spring, for instance, has healers and diplomats; Summer has warriors and protectors; Autumn, knowledge-keepers and magicians; and Winter, spies and secret-keepers.
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Huh. Yeah, alright. [Files it away as "more stuff to know about the dudes you're into."] That all vibes. And he's always handing out stuff, like when everyone was lyin' and truthin' and shit, he gave me some candy. [He's pretty sure it was like, brown sugar or something? Whatever, the point is, it was good.
Also, his phone keeps buzzing. Pratt's having a lowkey freak-out about being a potential side-piece, which, like... wild. Who would he be side-piecing???]
I think Ossie broke Pratt, BTW. He's freaking out about being a side-piece, which, like... hahaha, what?
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Although... I can see where the anxiety would come from, especially if he isn't used to relationships that aren't strictly monogamous in nature.
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...Damn, man, I don't know, actually. Wow. Huh. [Another thing that they both have in common, which is wild.] Eh, it'll be fine. He's def not pissed at you for, uhhhhh, [checks notes/phone, grins,] "railing him against a tree."
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I suppose I did do that, yes. [ clears his throat ] That is good, though. I'm glad it won't cause further problems.
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Hopefully the next time will be somewhere a little more private.
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[Wait.]
Just... how far into the jungle did you get....???? [The exhibitionist in him desperately needs to know.]
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[Not that he would have like, watched or anything -- well, not if they said not to!!!!]
...Was Ossie there???
[Son of a bitch if Pratt beat him to a threesome...........]
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