over_clocked

[cute

i don't actually understand your preoccupation with sleep tho

now seems like a good time to try to focus my mental facilities to trying to remember shit]

[you do that, I'll be here. hope your various limbs don't fall asleep]

[they probably will but i will manfully manage

for a while anyway

how long u gonna sleep dude]

[until you start moving around and/or fucking with me]

[well i'm eventually going to try to gently roll you off me without waking you up]

[you are successful!

for now]

[sweet,

sneaking out like ninja. over to nails]

[how long you planning on being gone]

[it won't be too long, he comes back in less than 20]

[he has dragged his ass back onto the hammock but he's only half dozing now]

[sitting on edge of hammock]

[you can't sit on the edge of hammock without tilting the whole damn thing so I am just going to roll indolently into your back]

Yo.

Hey.

[well ok, flops backward into the hammock and half on top of you]

[grunts]

God. This hammock really is a piece of shit.

Yeah.

[shiftshift, eventually flops next to him, more or less in a comfortable position]

Maybe we can get Babs to hook us up with a proper damn bed.

Sure. She'll probably give it to us for free as long as she can put in an incest-cam.

Might not even take that. She got me a bridle.

...

What.

Like, an honest to god horse thing, with a bit and everything?

... Is it leather?

Yep. It's got blinders too.

...

Yeah, searched my inventory of responses and came up empty. Fuck yeah go us?

Basically. But you strike me as someone who wants to take a somewhat mellow gradation in up the atypical sex kinks incline so we can leave the bridle and bit where they are for a while.

Anyway you remember anything yet?

You know me. I like to keep things chill.

Jack shit. You?

While you were asleep.

So spill.

[Hmmm quiet for a long moment and busies self getting an arm more comfortably around Dave, distractedly pulling at his shirt a little]

The stripped down facts are that I had a dead body I didn't know what to do with since there was no convenient way to do away with the corpse of a relatively high officiary who had been presumably sent to specifically kill me. So since laying low wasn't an option I made a big stink and stuck his head on a pike in front of most of the populace of a purple city where I am or was some sort of royalty. As a Don't Fuck With Me message I think it was pretty poignant, if not likely to be effective.

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