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[quickfingers]

yeah, ok tho
ill chill in your room and like
hopefully we can hang out a bit

[shadowglitter]

Okay! DON'T FUCK IT UP

[ he's not sure what he's threatening peter to not fuck up, but the threat is established nevertheless.

he spends a few hours doing what he's supposed to do - wrap up interviews about the date(s) he's been on, different promo shots for commercials (he knows the value of a good angle, after looking at peter for so long lately, so he gets why they shoot him facing about ninety different directions even when all he's doing is staring forlornly out to sea) - and by early evening he's free for a little spare time. food won't be until later, so he can just pass out in his bedroom if he wants to.

unless peter is there, which he hopes he is. the sun is setting when odin heads back to his suite, and he fires off a message to see if his bro's there. ]

My room? My room? My room. Where are you?

[quickfingers]

can't. ill let u know if that changes

[His reply comes after a beat, but with a shit eating grin because he is in fact in Odin's room - legs crossed and his back against the headboard. He's traded today's business casual for baggy plaid pj pants and a stupid fucking shirt, licking out oreos like it's nobody's business.

Moodily, Rootbeer is lounging on a seat nearby, ready to tail wag when his bestie comes in.] Psyche.

[shadowglitter]

[ he'd made a note to himself to expect stupid fucking oreo eating bullshit if peter had found his way in here, but actually walking into a room and seeing his bro just going hog wild on them makes odin stumble a bit and lean against the door. just. just. just. fucking. stop it. for once.

still, there was a moment where he was fucking heartbroken at the idea that they wouldn't get to hang out. this is. fine. this is good.

he gathers himself and makes a beeline for rootbeer, pressing his face to hers, getting about a second of hey buddy!!! out before his face is all scrunched up while she kisses him. he laughs and cleans the dog kisses off his face and goes to greet lon'qu and lissa, who are both upside down waiting for belly rubs by the foot of the bed. their tails are too big and bang heavily against the floor as they wag.

he climbs into bed when he's done, still in that suit he changed into at peter's whim, tugging off his tie and relaxing. ]

Dick. [ kicks off his shoes. ] Man, I'm tired.

[quickfingers]

You loooove it, don't lie. [Peter says, mouth full of cookie as he shifts over a bit to let Odin slip into bed. For a moment everything is normal, including his crooked smile and how he ruffles Odin's hair with a hand while flopping on a fish to lay next to him. But then with a sidelong glance his eyes skim over Odin's suit, following the pull of his tie from his collar and hrghm. Hands, huh. Fuck.

He sits back up to cough on some cookie, a certain silver bracelet most definitely on his wrist.]

Your dogs are fuc- fucking cool. [Wheeze, he's fine. He gestures that he is, before laying back down and shoving the cookie package away. Peter'd been looking forward to hanging out too but the exhaustion is rather mutual, especially since he's been going on about six hours of sleep in three days. But he didn't really wanna ask Magnus for help and well, didn't feel like he could relax properly until he - funnily enough, got to relax in Odin's room.]

Me too. That suit's cool, by the way. [Even though he knows:] Didn't go with the other one?

[shadowglitter]

[ again, he bats at Peter like a cat with a toy, but he makes no move to smooth his hair back down after it has been well and truly porcupined. he's not watching Peter so much as just staring dead ahead above him, cursing himself for not making the ceilings a better place for bats to hang out on.

he doesn't even look down when peter chokes. whatever, idiot. learn to eat. ]

My dogs are the best. They're named after my sad, dead parents.

[ which peter knows. He slides up on the mattress to rests his back against the headboard, shutting his eyes. there's footsteps through the halls and chatter through the radio system, but the waves on the sand can be heard in the distance and they ground him. ]

Naw. Wrong colour, right? [ he heterosexually swings a blind, gentle punch at peter's shoulder. ] I wanted to wear something you'd like.

[quickfingers]

[Peter lolls his head back against the pillows, looking up at Odin from under gray bangs - blowing them out of his face to better see his idiot best friend. The heterosexual punch lands and he doesn't even flinch. He just feels like a sack of grain or something, happy to lay there feeling weighted down by his own body and finally able to rest peacefully.]

Well, that one's definitely better. [He yawns into the back of his hand.]

Everything gone good though? Shoots, dates, whatever? You fall in love yet?

[shadowglitter]

[ he chances a look back to Peter and catches him looking back up at him, and his heart skips a beat. he remembers, suddenly, something that Poe said - either you're blind to it or he is - and he scrubs away at his cheeks. puts it out of his mind, along with all the other baggage that conversation came with.

he brushes some hair back from peter's eyes, gets nervous about it, then flicks him on the forehead. ]

Actually, yeah. Starting to. Already got a winner in mind, if she'll have me.

[quickfingers]

Ow, fuck. [He lifts his hand to rub at his eye, smacking blindly back at Odin.]

But go on, tell your host about this newfound love of your life. [Considering the ratio of chicks to - dudes - around here is much smaller, he has a feeling he may know where this is going. Which is why it doesn't make him feel weird, which in turn... makes him feel weird. What the fuck, Peter. Just be chill, you stupid son of a bitch.]

[shadowglitter]

[ just when you think this bitch is gonna zig, he swerves on ya. goes right for that zag. ]

Harley Quinn? Have you met her yet?

[quickfingers]

[Huh.] I... haven't really had a hot minute to talk to her.

What's she like?

[shadowglitter]

Uh.

[ fuck he doesn't know her well enough to answer that question. the joke's already dead. the joke's died. he flounders. he looks at peter and tries to think of an answer, fails, reaches over him to grab an oreo from the box he set aside, then just shoves it in peter's mouth. yum yum yum yu myu m ]

I don't know. [ crumbles that cookie all over those shitty fucking teeth. ] No, I'm not falling in love, c'mon.

[quickfingers]

[Peter gargles like a guy with bologna in his face, but takes the cookie like a champ and inches it past his lips with a roll of his tongue and chews it. Laying down makes him wary not to choke, the last thing he needs is to gag up oreo creme filling.]

Y'know, you're forgetting the winner is like. In this room? Like.

[He stretches for the night stand,] Right in front of you?

[Sup, it's fucking Paulina, bitch.]

[shadowglitter]

[ yeah, ungh, take that fUCk iNG c O oKIE. odin's fingertip gets the briefest of brushes against the end of peter's tongue and he panics, wiping it dry on peter's shirt. hegnr. he slumps all the way down on the mattress until he's laying flat on his back, his arm curved back under his neck for support.

he knows where the joke is going, so. he just watches, waiting. ]

Paulina's a queen. She needs a harem, not a lover. My well-honed body and perfect dong wouldn't be nearly enough for this insatiable lust-scavenger. Am I right, Paulina?

[ he pats paulina on the beak. this wild woman and her frenzied sexual freedoms. no one man can compare. ]

[quickfingers]

[Peter snickers, wiggling his hand up Paulina's ass to animate her with a glee that really shouldn't radiate out of a 28 year old with a toucan puppet. But he turns over onto his side to face Odin, holding her up like the worlds most proud father of a toucan slut.]

True. She's a wild thing? A wild wing, really. ['That's right' Peter pantomimes in a slightly higher voice.]

If I punched you in the dick right now would that count as her giving you a blowie? It's tempting.

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin laughs, then goes quiet. ]

Did I put cameras in the bedroom?

[quickfingers]

Good question. [Peter says with a pause, lowering Paulina before just shrugging. He feels like somewhere in the back of his mind he knows it isn't, so he's not too concerned - but at the same time he's not doing anything necessarily that feels unnatural. Things he wouldn't do back home, nothing secret or stupid.]

If you do, we're already in the mix. You want the toucan blowjob or not? It could boost your ratings. [He nudges Odin in the chest with a stupid smirk, waggling his brows to pursue the joke.] And then you can declare her your winner, give me her cash prize and then live happily ever after with the fuzziest fleshlight around.

Plus I know some deets on Debra that would make her less likely to air anything I don't want to see on air.

[shadowglitter]

I mean... I appreciate the offer. What man doesn't want to get beaked? But. I just don't think a punch to the dick is really... I mean, you'd have to jerk me off, if you really wanted to sell it. Unless you get, like, really bad blowjobs. I just don't think a punch quite cuts it.

[ he shrugs, yawning against the back of his hand. he's not embarrassed either, really. peter's just... peter. fluzzy fleshlights or no.

still. something eats at him. the thought of peter winning the prize, maybe. the mutual recognition that debra is a hot fucking mess. he gently pokes peter in the ribs to grab his attention again. ]

Think you would've been a contestant if I were a girl?

[quickfingers]

[Peter laughs, smile wider than before - that's funny, he's gonna used the beaked euphemism later on. Laughing makes it easier, skimming past the subject of handies like it's all some big joke. It is. And it's a funny one? He flops his hand down next to him after swatting at Odin's prodding finger, which nearly mutilates his Hansens.

But then his smile diminishes, fading at the question that's pretty unexpected. He feels his laughter still stuck at the back of his throat but there it sits.] Well, to start... can we just appreciate how you'd look as a chick? You'd already be out of my league, but we do know that's my type. But like, I dunno?

Would it be fair to be on my best friend's show? Talk about home team advantage. Or someone crying that it's rigged.

[shadowglitter]

Kaneki's put me in drag a couple of times. Did you know that? I'm pretty good at pulling it off. I asked him for huuuuuuuuuuge boobs until he was red in the face and yelling at me to stop asking for huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge boobs. And then I got them. It was a glorious day for the both of us.

[ he laughs, so much easier than peter apparently can. he draws his legs up as he lays there so he can cross his leg over his other knee, bouncing his foot lazily in the air. oh, they could listen to cisco's mix tape... he looks for his phone, fails to find it within three seconds and drops his head back down on his arm. later, maybe.

curiously, though, he asks. ]

That's a no, then?

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[quickfingers]

[How is he supposed to answer this? There's two avenues of doing so, starting with the somber truth of digging into "wouldn't that be weird, though?" because... they're friends. And friends cross a lot of boundaries sometime but this feels like a stiff one, one that Peter needs drawn in the sand. Only... the more he dwells on it the more he worries that maybe he's freaking himself out here and is shutting down his natural responses out of a fear that doesn't need to be there, doesn't need defining - just. Doesn't? Anything.]

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[quickfingers]

Of course I'd fucking be on your show, though I'd still probably be hosting it? Assuming we'd still be blow for blow friends here, but... even not? I'd probably tap that. Like I said, things out of my league? Totally my thing.

[Smiling, even if it feels strange, just for a second.] The real question though? Would I get to be a hot chick too? In this hypothetical mirror world.

[shadowglitter]

[ It's obvious - too obvious, maybe - that he's hanging on every word, every thought. Watching Peter with eyes slightly wider than can be played off as natural, his lips just slightly, barely apart. He swallows when he gets an answer and something changes, something imperceptible, a hard to read reaction as something in his expression slips and the bounce of his foot stops.

And then he just, laughs. As he always does. ]

Sure.

You wanna be my hot lesbian mirror-world girlfriend, then? We should come up with names. What's the opposite of Odin? O... Ophelia, maybe...

[quickfingers]

[Peter's smile returns full force when he hears Odin laugh, when things don't hitch on Peter's stupid responses and how he's making this strange. Odin's been nothing but the best thing in his life lately and Peter can't afford to ruin it by hesitating due to his own messed up feelings. Not here, when Odin finally has a chance to shine? He can't make this about him. Stupid Peter Maximoff. Enough Maximoff drama already.]

Hell yeah? I mean, Ophelia's a cute name. But like, you're - named after Odin, the Allfather or whatever? Alldaddy? [Snerk.] Isn't uh, uh... he married to someone? Would you be her, technically? Or just like, girl Odin. Girl, um...

Girl Owain, actually? Hah. Owaina.

[shadowglitter]

[ oh, fuck! odin laughs, sitting up a little now, shuffling over to lean on peter's side and use his chest as his pillow instead of his own arm. he totally forgot about the alldaddy thing. ]

Fuck, remind me to do a shout out to Woden at some point. Call him out for being Wodenlly good.

[ he does a chef kiss to an imaginary burger, and then slows down a bit. to focus on, you know, the heterosexual fanfiction. ]

I wouldn't really wanna mess with Owain as a name, even in, like, fantasy lesbian world. It's too, like. Special. I'd probably still just be called Owain? I dunno. Girls can have boys names sometimes, right?