slightly lost

Toulouse wasn't exactly sure what to call his relationship with Slightly, but he was content for the moment with not having a label. Sometimes that made things more complicated, and although Toulouse wouldn't mind giving it one, he knew deep down that Slightly wasn't one to do that. So... here they were. It was fine, really; he'd always been rather generous with affection toward his friends, so that wasn't the issue. It was fun to have him around, and he enjoyed the other's company regardless of how physical, it could get.

Slightly couldn't help laughing at Toulouse's mostly faux outrage at his fruit dig. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last that Slightly pushed his buttons. Unlike with everyone else, though, he really only did it to see Tou get a little worked up. Sue him! It was cute. "Alright, alright. I concede," he grinned, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Punish me justly for my audacity, your honour. Oh, yeah? That I would like to see... with the proper notice, obvi. This-," he gestured to his sexy and mysterious self, "Doesn't just happen you know."

"Rude or not, it's true, and I really don't want to get into an altercation. It's not my fault you were born pretty, and not tough," Toulouse argued. Sighing, he put his hands on his hips. "I might know that, but people who don't know you aren't as easily swayed." He held his tongue, when asked that question, and paused for a moment. "Okay yes, fine, it might have been a little funny, but there's this lovely thing called 'the right audience', and that was not it."

"You really think I'm pretty?" Slightly couldn't help grinning, half teasing and half entirely serious. He definitely shouldn't have gotten so fucked up tonight, not without a semi-stable chaperone. And now here was Toulouse with his goddamn hands on his hips. "Fine, fine... I'm not everybody's favourite clown at the rodeo, I get it. How long are you planning on keeping me stashed here, Captain America?" Out of sight, out of mind was definitely the best place for him right now. "Not that I'm complaining."

Anna took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down in between sobbing. She had so many thoughts running through her brain and realized all of it was being blurted out at the same time. The man in front of her was clearly confused by her behavior and screaming. "I'm sorry!" she whined. "Um, yeah. Sitting down sounds like a good idea." Anna looked around in the dark and not seeing a seat she plopped down on the floor.

"Look, you're clearly going through something here and I'm not judging-," apart from like, a little bit, he was definitely judging- "I mean, I've spent many years of my life wild and out of control. In a much more fun way than what you've got going on here, obviously, but I feel like the principles are the same. The point is, you need to chill." And of course she was sitting on the floor. Why did everything have to happen to him? He rolled his eyes and found the patience, eventually sitting down beside her and handing over a red solo cup of water. "Did you have a name?"

god, she had really missed him and his catty little attitude. bowie grinned and laughed at him "oh yes, how ever did i cope without your face? the fans of the podcast demanded your return." she happily walked alongside him, arm in arm, it was nice being back when she got to see people she liked "some family business, some friend business...maybe find some new things to do"

"i'm not surprised. the people know quality content when they hear it but even more when they see it. i'm cool with you using my gorgeous face and rockin' bod for clout, btw," he added with a grin. it felt like bow had never been gone, you know? it was so easy to fall back into their banter and bullshit. "mhm... and by 'new things to do', you mean you've been a bad girl and you need to be arrested?"

peter pan was what the kids would call a messy bitch. nothing about the boy was healthy, especially with whatever was going on between slightly and himself. it worked for peter. peter called and slightly followed. boundaries were always blurred in the lost boys but they were erased when it came to this. peter got up from the bed, sheet falling to the floor and stretched, not caring that all could be seen. all was seen anyway.

slightly turned in time for peter to get out of the bed, sheet falling unceremoniously to the floor. slightly took in a breath, looking once again up to the ceiling and wondering what he'd done to deserve this. cool. seriously, though, if he didn't put his pants back on soon they were never going to get anything else done today. "shit, you're right," he laughed, holding it up again. "remind me to blame any brain rot i end up with on tequila... that salty, salty bitch."

Tina was taking the bout of good weather as an opportunity to make some progress on rebuilding the tree house (and looking for a lot of distraction). She somehow had it in her head that she would manage to carry double her body weight and height in supplies all the way into the heart of the woods without help, but the trail of objects that followed her said otherwise.

There was no way Slightly was picking up any of this shit, just BTW. He had caught sight of Tina and her tower of crap about 10 minutes back. No doubt where she was headed so he followed. Clearing his throat, he raised both eyebrows at her and gestured to the scrap on the ground. "Run out of breadcrumbs?"

Alice had stopped in their tracks in the middle of the sidwalk, head tilted as they admired a new, pristine poster on the cafe wall. "A festival? We've never had one of those here before."

"Woah! Hey, some of us are trying to walk here...," Slightly scoffed, dramatically throwing his hands up and making a show of stepping around Alice. Listen, Slightly would never judge (he would) but there was something way freaky about that kid. "What's so important you almost had to murder me over it?"

"and yet you still manage to find hydration to speak. since when have you ever picked up a bill? is that a new thing since i've been away" she asked in amusement knowing damn well what he was like. thank god he was still here. "the plan was to stay out in la but the city life is boring now. i've got some unfinished business here and it made sense to come back and see that through and to see your darling face obviously"

"i have my priorities in check, bow. yeah, you got me there... i'm the same as ever. sexy and annoying," he added, flashing her a bright grin. "boring? well, i guess you were deprived of my presence every other day. i can understand how that might start to weigh on you. my darling face is at your disposal." slightly linked their arms, directing them to the nearest bar. "is it secret unfinished business or do you wanna share your bucket list with the class?"

Misty lifted one of the cups, bringing it up to his sightline. “Oh, those cups are filled with water,” she explained with a smile. “We drink from our own cups, with your choice of drink—it’s a lot more sanitary.” Her grin turned sly as she added, “Let’s win this shit.” Then, with an easy confidence, she introduced herself to the slightly chaotic individual. “I’m Misty.”

"Huh... Okay, well now I don't know what I'm supposed to do without complaining. Just, like, have a good time or something?" Slightly joked. He canted his head at her enthusiasm before breaking out into a grin. "Alright, let's do it. What, like, 'Misty Knight'? Name's Slightly."

Toulouse was nervous about being honest. He hated to think that he was disappointing people in not remembering them. He was trying his best, and some days it was easier than others. Most of all, he was nervous that Slightly was going to yell, or worse, leave. Even Toulouse couldn't fully remember how important their relationship was, he knew that he didn't want to be alone right then, and that the longer he stuck around, the more would come to his mind.

Slightly breathed out a laugh at his promise, opting to ignore the possibility that he wouldn't remember. He had to remember, right? People got bopped on the head all the time and they were totally fine! Yeah, he was going to be alright. Today was blip, tomorrow he'd be skipping down the street and sharing a milkshake with his steady gal (one straw, no further explanation on functionality) and this would be nothin' but a memory. It was all totally fine. "That's very generous of you, thank you. I'll be glad to live in ignorance and my ego will carry on ever upwards."