"Well, this is a nightmare," says Presley as he watches the bright red kiss balloon go up with its latest two victims. He flexes his (ridiculous, over the top) wings experimentally, then looks back down at the bottle. Worst case scenario, he could always escape, right?
Uriah punches the air in victory when the bottle comes to a stop in front of him. "YES!"
Before Presley can reject him again, Uriah's on his feet and pulling his unfortunate victim towards the balloon like an impatient child. They're both a bit drunker this spin, and Uriah wants to make it count. "It's fate! C'mon, El—Presley!"
Presley could probably pull himself away from this if he wanted to. And of course he wants to; it's just, well, they're already on their way to the balloon and it would require effort to shove Uriah off of him and he'd have to deal with Uriah's pouting for hours afterwards, so. He'll tolerate this. For now.
"It seems like a recipe for disaster, letting someone as drunk as you into a shaky hot air balloon," Presley observes.
"I hate all of you," Presley responds. He makes no move yet to get up from the circle, only squinting up at Wyatt's approaching form with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. Which is Presley's usual facial expression when it comes to Wyatt, really.
He sighs. "I reserve the right to push you out of the balloon at any time."
"You don't," Wyatt insists with a crooked grin. This is just garden variety Presley grumpery.
His threat doesn't strike the feat Presley may have intended. Wyatt just screws up his face, mildly confused. "You know I got like... wings, right?" He points over his shoulder at them. They're kinda small and his shoulders are broad, so maybe Presley didn't see them. "Anywho, c'mon," he says, then holds out a hand to help the other boy up if he wants.
Presley rolls his eyes. "Exactly, so you'll be fine." Despite his cranky attitude, he accepts Wyatt's offered hand and lets himself be pulled to his feet. He sat down in this circle for a reason. Admittedly, that reason wasn't to kiss any of his abominable roommates, but his life is just an endless procession of horrors.
"Do you ever get tired of kissing random people?" he asks once they're both trapped in the basket.
Wyatt grabs Presley's hand and yanks him to his feet easily enough, though he's heavier than you might guess at a glance. "So you ain't trying to kill or even injure me!" Wyatt accuses, as if Presley has just said something exceptionally soft.
This question makes Wyatt wrinkle his nose. "No? Why, am I supposed to?" He tilts his head, "You did put yourself in that circle right? Blink twice if someone's blackmailing you."
Presley stares levelly at Wyatt, which he intends to seem intimidating and unimpressed... but on second thought, might actually come across as an overeager response to being in the kissing circle, so he makes himself blink. Once. Then look up and away with a loud, exasperated sigh.
"Maybe I'm just not any good at having fun," he mutters. "All of you are going wild out here in the clouds with no problem and all I feel is this vague sense of... I don't know. Ugh, forget that. I had a bit too much."
"How can you be bad at having fun? That's like... Instinct?" Wyatt says, scrunching up his face in thought. "You just think of what seems nice to do, then do that thing." It seems simple enough to him. Of course, there are people like his mom, who always assume everything good will eventually end in disaster. Maybe that's Presley's problem too. "Maybe it's not instinct. Maybe it's more like walking, and most people learn real young, so they don't remember learning. But that means you can learn now!" Wyatt announces cheerfully.
Presley just watches Wyatt with a quiet, careful look on his face like he's... listening. Probably not a familiar look to any of Presley's roommates. After two-plus years, Presley has perfected the art of ignoring everything that comes out of their mouths.
But maybe Wyatt has a point. Who would know better about the elusive nature of fun? "It must be so peaceful in that brain of yours," Presley muses. "Alright, fine. Let's... learn." He reaches for the front of Wyatt's shirt, and pulls him closer.
"I mean—" Wyatt begins, then makes a surprised sound when Presley hoists him in by his shirt. They fairly collide, teeth hitting teeth, but it's easy to adjust because they're nearly the same height (Presley's a little taller, and Wyatt's pretty sure the distinction matters to him). Wyatt takes a half step closer, wrapping one arm around Presley, but not the other, so he doesn't feel trapped. As much as he does love to wrassle, this isn't the moment for it. This is a lesson on fun, on walking before you run, and apparently drunk Wyatt thinks that means Presley doesn't know how to kiss either, so he's taking it slow.
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Before Presley can reject him again, Uriah's on his feet and pulling his unfortunate victim towards the balloon like an impatient child. They're both a bit drunker this spin, and Uriah wants to make it count. "It's fate! C'mon, El—Presley!"
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"It seems like a recipe for disaster, letting someone as drunk as you into a shaky hot air balloon," Presley observes.
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He sighs. "I reserve the right to push you out of the balloon at any time."
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His threat doesn't strike the feat Presley may have intended. Wyatt just screws up his face, mildly confused. "You know I got like... wings, right?" He points over his shoulder at them. They're kinda small and his shoulders are broad, so maybe Presley didn't see them. "Anywho, c'mon," he says, then holds out a hand to help the other boy up if he wants.
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"Do you ever get tired of kissing random people?" he asks once they're both trapped in the basket.
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This question makes Wyatt wrinkle his nose. "No? Why, am I supposed to?" He tilts his head, "You did put yourself in that circle right? Blink twice if someone's blackmailing you."
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"Maybe I'm just not any good at having fun," he mutters. "All of you are going wild out here in the clouds with no problem and all I feel is this vague sense of... I don't know. Ugh, forget that. I had a bit too much."
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But maybe Wyatt has a point. Who would know better about the elusive nature of fun? "It must be so peaceful in that brain of yours," Presley muses. "Alright, fine. Let's... learn." He reaches for the front of Wyatt's shirt, and pulls him closer.
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