While Aris should've known what would happen, he honestly hadn't seen it coming. Curiosity had pushed him to hold his journal out over the edge of the cloud, dangling it as far down as he could reach into the open air, and is now pushing him to release it. Just to see what will happen. He does and he expects a safety net or a friendly flying whirligig or Pocket to come to the rescue, but nothing happens apart from the book plummeting down and out of sight. For a moment, he just stares, lying on his stomach near the cloud's edge and blinking dumbly at the results of his actions.
It's gone? Just like that?
"Wait...! Hey, c'mon...!" he protests, leaning dangerously close to the edge himself as he looks down in disbelief.
Tybalt, having no idea what just transpired, comes up from behind, all set to pretend he's pushing his roommate off a cloud. But he doesn't, because it seems like maybe someone already fell. The straw connected to his iced coffee (it's not, it's dark beer through a straw and it's weirdly delightful,) rolls to the corner of his mouth.
"Hey shit, who fell?"
He hovers behind Aris on his wings a little, peering from behind, but making no real rescue attempts til he hears if he likes them, at least.
Aris remains shocked by the fact that his poor decisions have consequences, but some of the panic seems to go out of him when he turns and sees his roommate. Tybalt will definitely know what to do! "Nobody," he admits quickly, "I dropped my journal. And it just..." He makes a sweeping downward gesture with his hands that's pretty meaningless, but it's not necessary to explain the situation anyway.
A shocker: Tybalt does not now nor does he ever actually know what to do. He hovers on his wings a little above the cloud, and for Aris' sake does a deep dive off it. There's nothing but sky, no sign of hovering book anywhere. "I don't see it!"
He calls from a hundred feet out, completely bewildered by the motivation behind this in the first place, "Did you drop it on purpose?"
It probably speaks to how much Aris has had to drink that using his borrowed wings to fly down and try to catch or find his journal hadn't even occurred to him and he watches Tybalt dive nimbly over the edge with a sense of awe. He's so cool. Even if the effort proves fruitless. Pulling himself up, he sits back on the cloud and tries to think. The question, however, cuts off this effort.
"I...wanted to see what would happen?" he returns, attempting to articulate the thoughts that had brought him to letting go of the book and falling short, "I didn't think that'd happen. Everything else floats!"
Tybalt treads air and looks downward, putting the straw back between his lips so he can drink and think. But it's probably lost to time and clouds. "Sorry, man." He really is, and he really sounds it, even as he begins a slow journey upward. It was a valid effort. Everything else did float.
He lands near Aris in a few moments, patting him on the back. "Maybe we'll find it on the way out? And at least it's just a journal, you can get a new one of those in a second, right?"
He isn't actually sure about that, but he makes a point to sound confident.
Still seated on the clouds, Aristotle looks up at Tybalt and his features gradually brighten. If his roommate thought there was a resolution to this, he was confident that there would be. He nods, finally responding with a big smile and taking hold of the other boy's arm to pull himself up.
"Yeah...! Yeah, you're right," he chirps, "It'll turn up. And if it doesn't, I already discussed all my notes with Vi so...no harm, no foul, right?"
This causes more questions, but first Tybalt does his part to drag Aris off the ground. He seems better. Not disappointed. Which is good, because Aris is the kind who is so sunny that he should never be disappointed. "Of course I'm right." He gloats, easy, "...Why're you giving Vi notes?"
There's probably about a million reasons Viola would ask for them, but he's curious now, as to which ones.
Always quick to bounce back with even the smallest reassurance, Aris grins and nods with knowing agreement, "What's it like, Tyb? To never be wrong?" He's about to hook his arm through the other boy's and pull him off to get drinks or rejoin the rest of the party or something but the question stops him in his tracks. He almost speaks, pauses to consider with his mouth still open, then shuts it.
Is the investigation a secret? He's honestly not sure.
If it were someone else, he might try to lie. Say it's about the band or something. But not to his roommate. Smiling sheepishly, he tilts back his head and admits, "It's...a secret? Maybe. But I have to be sure, you know?"
The idea of someone keeping secrets without him, especially two people he considers friends, makes a cloud pass over his face, almost visibly. He rolls it off, best he can. "Sure." It's not a snap so much as a soft dismissal. Let them have their dumb secrets. "They'll be in the journal when you get it back. No problem."
Aris isn't the most observant guy even when he's sober, so this subtle change in Tybalt's mood and features seems to go over his head. He nods, clearly relieved to be understood. Once he knows for sure, he'll tell his roommate everything! Unless he can't. Promises are promises and he can't break this one unless Viola tells him it's okay.
Putting the matter aside, he reaches for Tybalt's hand and cheerfully throws both of their arms up into the air. "Hey! Shots?" More drinking sounds better than more thinking in his opinion.
The good news is, he's not sure any person in the world can stay even a little upset in the presence of Aristotle Ahn for more than like, three seconds. And he isn't even upset. As far as stabs go, this was a little one. He wriggles away from the grip in order to jump on Aris's back all of a sudden. It's fine. His wings can probably take them both. "Oh, shots!" He points a finger in the direction he thinks shots are, and starts flying. His grip is tight. It's fine.
The unexpected weight on his back sends Aris stumbling forward, but he's laughing as he struggles to stay upright and seems more than happy to run across the clouds with his friend perched on top of him. Who doesn't like a good piggyback ride? But when they start to lift into the air instead, he tilts his head back to look at Tybalt and grabs onto his friend's arms with a delighted cheer.
Why can't they have wings all the time?
"Shots! Shots! Shots!" he chants as they continue on, seeming to trust Tybalt's plan without hesitation.
Okay. It wasn't the brightest plan, maybe. Tybalt's arms feel the weight of his friend as soon as they're airborne, but he clings on gamely, letting the wings take them away. "You're buying." He staggers out, although of course, no one is buying actually. He's tempted to drop Aris, but settles for ruffling his hair for three seconds instead. "No more dropping your journal."
"You got it!" Aris calls back cheerfully, not bothering to specify if he's agreeing to buy the (definitely free) shots or if he's agreeing not to go throwing his journal into oblivion anymore. Probably, he's willing to go along with all of it and anything else his friend might suggest. When they touch down again, he's quick to lead them to the drinks.
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Open
It's gone? Just like that?
"Wait...! Hey, c'mon...!" he protests, leaning dangerously close to the edge himself as he looks down in disbelief.
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
"Hey shit, who fell?"
He hovers behind Aris on his wings a little, peering from behind, but making no real rescue attempts til he hears if he likes them, at least.
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
He calls from a hundred feet out, completely bewildered by the motivation behind this in the first place, "Did you drop it on purpose?"
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
"I...wanted to see what would happen?" he returns, attempting to articulate the thoughts that had brought him to letting go of the book and falling short, "I didn't think that'd happen. Everything else floats!"
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
He lands near Aris in a few moments, patting him on the back. "Maybe we'll find it on the way out? And at least it's just a journal, you can get a new one of those in a second, right?"
He isn't actually sure about that, but he makes a point to sound confident.
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
"Yeah...! Yeah, you're right," he chirps, "It'll turn up. And if it doesn't, I already discussed all my notes with Vi so...no harm, no foul, right?"
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
There's probably about a million reasons Viola would ask for them, but he's curious now, as to which ones.
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
Is the investigation a secret? He's honestly not sure.
If it were someone else, he might try to lie. Say it's about the band or something. But not to his roommate. Smiling sheepishly, he tilts back his head and admits, "It's...a secret? Maybe. But I have to be sure, you know?"
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
Putting the matter aside, he reaches for Tybalt's hand and cheerfully throws both of their arms up into the air. "Hey! Shots?" More drinking sounds better than more thinking in his opinion.
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
Why can't they have wings all the time?
"Shots! Shots! Shots!" he chants as they continue on, seeming to trust Tybalt's plan without hesitation.
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt
THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Aristotle + Tybalt