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[He squints at Giles a liiiiittle longer, this time trying to suss out his whole cagey attitude -- and then he fucking gets it, like, nat 20, baby!]

Oh my God!!!!

[That's probably too loud for any one hangover in the joint but OH MY GOD!!!!]

[ 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.]

[ ~~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.

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!

[...]

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.

[ He nods ] Yes, yes of course.

[ 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.

[Aw, man. The beard only sorta hides it when his face starts to go a little red.]

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.]

[ Giles sips his coffee, and watches Sharky with curious eyes, like he's just found another place for another piece in the Boshaw puzzle ]

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.

[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?

To be someone's mistress there would have to be something secret and underhand going on, which there most certainly is not.

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.

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."

[ Giles puts in a valiant effort not to choke on his coffee, but it only somewhat succeeds ]

I suppose I did do that, yes. [ clears his throat ] That is good, though. I'm glad it won't cause further problems.

[...]

Hopefully the next time will be somewhere a little more private.

Hehehe.

[Wait.]

Just... how far into the jungle did you get....???? [The exhibitionist in him desperately needs to know.]

Not far enough.

[A melodramatic groan:] UGGGHHHH, I miss everythinnnnng!!!

[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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[ Giles can't help but laugh a little at the melodrama ]

No he wasn't. Not for the, hmm, 'main event' as it were. Oswald was far more content to remain part of the crowd.

[Sharky's jaw drops along with his heart. Just what the fuck did he miss!!!]

There was a CROWD?!

Yes..?

[ Giles frowns deeply, tilts his head to one side as he tries to run back through the conversation to work out how what seemed obvious to him was apparently new information to Sharky.

Oh. Right, he hasn't been especially clear has he ]

Not like that.

I simply meant the group of people playing 'never have I ever', nothing more than that.

And by "not far enough", I meant for my comfort now. I'm fairly certain we were well and truly away from any risk of casual observers.

[SIGHS with relief.] Oh my God, dude. You cannot do that to me! I was gonna cry, do you see these tears? [He points at his eyes. They aren't even damp, but okay, sure.] I guess I should'a figured someone woulda come got me if there was a goddamn sex-expo happenin' on the beach. [...] Sex-po. You know what I mean. Thank Christ.

[He's never almost regretted sitting around with a fire more.]

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