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ax_mainAfter the Halloween Dance leads to romance for Jester and Piotr, Nott catches up with her roommate.
[Nott] 8:14 pm: GO GET IT GURL
[Nott] 8:21 pm: does this mean ur type is
[Nott] 8:22 pm: big ol shyguy melodramatic lunk who cant dress himself
[Nott] 8:22 pm: like on a regular day
[Nott] 8:23 pm: but also for a party???
[Nott] 8:26 pm: hey i'm okay with u getting ur freak on but
[Nott] 8:26 pm: plz don't let me find gold body prints smushed into my bed
[Nott] 8:27 pm: or on the walls or floor or ceiling or any shared surface
[Nott] 8:27 pm: make him shower first
[Nott] 8:38 pm: hey is he gonna stay the night
[Nott] 8:38 pm: USE PROTECTION
[Nott] 8:39 pm: oh fuck i should of said that first!!!
[Nott] 8:39 pm: do u need condoms???
[Nott] 8:40 pm: i will bring you condoms rn i'm seriously
[Nott] 8:41 pm: i can leave them outside so it won't be wired
[Nott] 8:41 pm: if you want them all you have to do it reply to this message
[Nott] 8:52 pm: condoms outside the door now ur welcom
Eventually, Jester had read her texts. It had taken a while, that was all! She had been otherwise occupied for a little while there. Who would have thought kissing would be so much fun?
But now she'd read all of Nott's texts, safely brought the condoms inside their room, had a conversation with Piotr about them (she totally wanted to have sex! just, maybe not right now, and fortunately, he felt the exact same way), gone to retrieve some pants from his room since he'd suddenly grown modest, and then sent him on his way. There was gold paint all over her at this stage, pink all over him, and gold and pink all over her bed, but she only sighed happily as she texted Nott back.
We're done! Coast is clear. You're a really good friend Nott, you know? There is no gold on your bed. Come back when you want!
That done, she jumped into a shower to get all the body paint off. She'd deal with her bedsheets better.
Half an hour after Jester's text, Nott wobbled into their room and shoved the door closed behind her, taking stock of things. "...Whereishe," the question ran together. "Jester! Did he do the walk of shame already?! Did I - did I miss it?"
"I hope he didn't feel ashamed!" came Jester's reply from inside the bathroom. She walked out in her pajamas, rubbing a towel through her hair. She'd long since figured out how to work around her horns, and didn't even really need to think about it. "How was the rest of the party?" she asked, teasingly, as if she wasn't dying to give Nott all the details already.
"Who cares about the party?" Nott realized then that she was still in her ridiculous costume, so she reached up and pulled off her headdress, somewhat clumsily shaking out her flattened hair from under it with her other hand as she crookedly smiled up at Jester. "Jester and Petey, sittin' in a tree..."
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Jester oh so enthusiastically finished, and clapped her hands happily. "Oh, Nott! It was so much better than it would have been in a tree."
"Well, sure," Nott tossed the headdress onto her bed and started unknotting her bandages. "A tree doesn't sound very comfortable. The bark, and the - you could fall out," she pulled the bandages loose and set to untangling herself, still smirk-smiling. "You had to do all the work though, right? I bet he's never kissed a girl, and he's so quiet! Did he just sit there?"
"He kissed me first, actually!" Jester stated, and climbed onto her bed, settling down with a happy sigh. Yes, yes, it had been Piotr's first kiss, but it had also been hers, so she wasn't sure she wanted to broach the topic. Not when Nott was making it sound like a bad thing. She just hadn't had many opportunities at the Château! And it was the same for Piotr, only tragic, given where he had been sequestered. "It was so perfect, Nott. He was telling me what pastries he wanted to try, and then he said he wanted to try my lips!"
"He compared your lips to pastries?!" Nott giggled, almost tripping as she shook and hopped and stepped her way out of the wrappings and flung off the fake jewels into gaudy little piles on the carpet. "Boy, he really knows who he's sweet-talkin'."
"It was so perfect!" Jester agreed, her voice going so high-pitched on the last couple of words they were barely audible. "So then we got some chairs, and we sat and kissed for a while, and it made me feel all tingly all over! Like, down to my toes a little! And I guess it made him feel tingly too, 'cause there was a tent in his sash. And he got all embarrassed so we sneaked out of there. Honestly I'm amazed he managed to walk at all with that thing. Dicks are really funny."
"They're hilarious," Nott agreed, launching herself onto the bed beside Jester with a little bounce. "And that's twice now that you've said it was perfect," she pointed out brightly. "So I guess it was pretty okay, huh? ...Was there tongue? Was it kind of sloppy and enthusiastic at first, and then you had to be like, 'slow down a little, fix your lips, like close them just a bit,' and then it was way better?"
"At first it was kind of smooshing up my nose? But then it was better?" Jester offered, although there was a little frown of worry as she went over Nott's words. "But I... I put tongue in first. Do you think it was sloppy? I don't want to give sloppy kisses! Oh my God, Nott!"
"No, no! It's good! Tongue first is good! That's a real power move," Nott rushed to try and correct said frown, wriggling around to sit up. "It's just that boys can be clumsy sometimes when their hilarious dicks are driving. You know what - if you liked it, and he liked it, and you both want to do it again... That's all that matters. I'm sure you did great."
"I mean, we got better at it the more we did it?" Jester offered. "I think we did, anyway. He said he liked it. He looked like he liked it. His dick felt like he really liked it." So clearly it had been fine! Yes. Sloppy or not, it had worked for both of them.
His dick felt...? The more they...?
Nott gave Jester a look. "When you say you the more you did it, do you mean... Making out, or...???"
"Oh my God, Nott, no!" Jester exclaimed, and laughed. "I mean, he let me touch him a little," and the warmth that rose to her cheeks had more to do with how kind of fun it had been than any embarrassment, "but we didn't have sex! We're not ready for that. Here!" She stood, walked over to her desk, and grabbed the string of condoms from where she had dropped them. "You can have your condoms back! It was really sweet of you to drop them off." She lifted the string of them curiously as she rejoined Nott on the bed. "Do you really think we could've gotten through them all in one evening?"
"I think if you're using that many condoms in one night, his dick's gonna fall off." Nott didn't reach for them, giving the series of little square packages the side-eye. "I don't really- They're from the nurse's office. You should keep them! For later. Just in case."
Jester wondered, for a moment, if she could manage to Draw him a new one if it fell off. "Oh! Okay. Thank you, Nott!" Jester told her, and dropped them on her bedside table, not bothering to put them away where they couldn't be seen. She eyed her friend with a small, knowing smile. "Did you steal them for me?" (You could steal something even if asking would have been enough to get it, sure.)
"Of course I did," Nott admitted straight away. "You told me you had your special friend over here for a make-out session, and that's fine! And, and it's healthy, at our age, to want to experiment and, you know... I support your doing all the foolin' around you want to do, I just want you to be safe about it. And to not get gold ass-prints on...my..." She looked down at the pink and gold mess of the sheets that were, technically, on Jester's bed. She hadn't even noticed them before. Which seemed entirely unrelated to her drinking. "I'm sitting on them right now, aren't I?"
Jester looked down at the sheets, and then burst out laughing. "I completely forgot about that," she stated as she examined her pink-golden-hued palms. Now that the damage was gone, though, she was in no hurry to rectify things. She dropped her hands and smiled at Nott again, instead. "You're a very good friend, Nott. Thank you."
Nott couldn't help smiling back, makeup smeared on her clothes and all. "I'm glad you had some fun. And now I can start making all the puns about how horny you are," she lifted both wadded hands to point and waggle her extended index fingers at Jester from against her temples. Like horns, get it?
"I am very horny, it turns out!" Jester agreed with a shameless grin. "I didn't think it would feel like it did! I mean, I knew what horny felt like, obviously," she added immediately, "but everything felt so much more intense with him!"
Nott's hands flopped back down to the bed where they could help her keep her balance while she perched on the edge. "Okay, that's - you don't have to tell me everything," she pointed out. "Leave something to the imagination."
Jester tilted her head to the side, watching Nott with wide eyes. "You want to imagine me and Piotr?" She managed to keep up the expression for a few seconds before her mirth began to show through.
"NOOOO, and that's exactly my point, and you KNOW what I meant or - or what I didn't mean by that," Nott sputtered, amused but sincere in her fluster. "You're like my sister, and that would be gross to imagine, because of that. And the Tin Man is...ehhh, that's all you. No offense."
"None taken," Jester assured Nott, and grinned brightly. "Who's your type, Nott?"
"Oh, I don't know," Nott muttered, studying the riot of colors on the sheets beneath her. She frowned at a streak of pink under her hand, but since the damage was already done, she decided to give in to the mess entirely and flop out onto her back to look at the ceiling. "I don't really care if he's super good looking, I guess." Yeah, she knew what she'd said to Pam. And maybe she even meant it, but different from how she'd made it sound. "Just someone... He'd be really sweet, and kind, and thoughtful. Someone smart, and funny, and loyal. Somebody who really knows you and loves you anyway." She closed her eyes and swallowed, focusing on the booze-induced tip and tilt of the room around her.
Jester got a little quiet as Nott began to answer what her type was, rather than who, and seemed to be getting into it a lot. Her effervescent joy could know when to take a backseat. Occasionally. When Nott closed her eyes, Jester asked, very quietly, "So... someone a little like Caleb?"
Nott groaned loudly, groping for a pillow to throw at Jester, but she was too far away from the pillows. Disappointment. "Not like Caleb," she said with the defensive frustration of having tried to tell people this like a hundred times already. She didn't care what some rando kids who didn't know them might think, but she'd really hoped that Jester of all people would believe her. "Wait, that sounded..." She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms. "He's a fine young man, but we're not doing that."
"I know you're not," Jester confirmed, with a small frown. "It just sounded a lot like him! Sweet and kind and smart and loyal and Caleb can be really funny at times. And... you know. He knows you. And loves you. There wouldn't be anything wrong with liking him. If you did."
"I know... I know what you're trying to say," Nott agreed that far as she sat up again, because Jester was trying to be supportive, after all. "I'm just tired of this whole misconception of our relationship."
"I'm sorry," Jester said quietly, looking down at the covers full of paint. But then she looked up at Nott with a small, hopeful smile. "Is there someone else you like, then?"
"No, no. Not here," Nott said, looking at the painty spot where Jester's attention had been a moment ago.
"Not here?" Jester asked, keeping her voice soft. Oh my God, was there someone somewhere else?
"Nope," Nott confirmed, the word coming hard and fast out of her mouth as she continued to Not Look at Jester.
It was all Jester could do not to squeal. "Oh my God, Nott, who is it?"
"What?! I mean no, no there isn't anyone! I-it's nobody! I mean, it's nothing! We're talking about you and your new boyfriend and, and if you tried sticking magnets on him yet," Nott tried to fix the conversation quickly, suddenly tensing as if to flee the bed.
Jester gave Nott a look that very eloquently said I see right through you don't think I don't. "Well, we got a little distracted by the kissing." She paused, and then added, more softly, "But you know you can talk to me, Nott, right?"
Nott peeked back up at Jester, caught out. "...I know. And you're a really good listener. But it's...complicated, and I don't think talking about it is going to change anything."
"That's the good thing with friends," Jester remarked with a small smile. "You don't have to talk to them. But you can, when you want to." She paused. "Also, friends tell you when you're rolling around in make-out body paint. Nott, you're rolling around in make-out body paint!"
"I feel like a really good friend would have told me that before I sat down on the make-out body paint in the first place," Nott pointed out.
"Maybe your really good friend was totally distracted by the memories of the awesome making out," Jester pointed out, absolutely shameless, and regretting nothing. She was getting body paint all over herself, too, anyway. They were in this together.
"Then I'm very happy for her, and I guess she's still a pretty good friend," Nott suggested, taking a moment to smile at Jester. "Can I try putting magnets on your boyfriend? Not as, like, a sex thing. I just think it'd be funny. We're in a crazy super-mutant-highschool, the prank potential for a magnetic person would be amazing."
Was Piotr her boyfriend now? Jester guessed that maybe he was. In the middle of all the kissing, and then the last minute conversation about sex, courtesy of Nott's thoughtful condoms, they hadn't really discussed it. "I will never, ever stop you from pranking someone," Jester solemnly vowed. "Unless the prank is, like, cruel or something. But, well, he hardly ever is metal?"
It was the first time Jester had seen him all metalled up, tonight. Although maybe he would do it more now that he had done it once? That would be good for him. Jester didn't think that it was a good thing to shy away from your mutation.
"He'd do it if you asked him, for sure. If he's shy about it, you could work the magnets into your pillow talk or maybe try it while he's distracted and report back," Nott schemed.
"Or I can just help him relax about his mutation, and eventually, when he feels good enough about it, you can do it yourself!" Jester concluded happily. That was a much better plan.
"Your way sounds like it will take a lot longer, but okay," Nott shrugged.
"Greater rewards," Jester said with a grin. "Come on! Get off the bed, I should change the sheets." It was a pain in the ass, but they really were a mess at this stage. A beautiful mess, in hues of pink and gold, but proooobably not one Jester ought to sleep in. Probably.
"Oh, right." Nott hopped down from the bed and moved to her side of the room to start yanking at her shirt. Maybe she could just rub the paint off her skin without water. "Whenever you guys need the room for an evening, let me know."
"Thank you, Nott!" Jester told her brightly. "I think Molly will probably be very accommodating, too. And there are a lot of unused rooms in this place." It was entirely possible she'd snuck into a number of them to hide pamphlets in the most random of places.
"You've thought about it!" ...Ugh. The bodypaint was smearing around under the cloth of Nott's sleeve rather than rubbing off. Yeah, no, this was a soap and water situation. "I gotta go take care of this," Nott demonstrated the mess that had now transferred to her shirt, "but if you want to share my bed tonight and worry about your sheets in the morning, that's fine." Nott didn't take up a whole lot of her bed, after all, and she was used to sharing.
"Yes! That would be amazing," Jester agreed enthusiastically. "You really are the best." She still finished pulling the sheets off the comforter, since she was halfway done, but then dropped it all on the floor, to be dealt with in the morning.
"What can I say, I'm a romantic," Nott suggested, moving for the door. "Come on. If I need a shower before crawling into bed, you definitely have to have one."
[Nott] 8:14 pm: GO GET IT GURL
[Nott] 8:21 pm: does this mean ur type is
[Nott] 8:22 pm: big ol shyguy melodramatic lunk who cant dress himself
[Nott] 8:22 pm: like on a regular day
[Nott] 8:23 pm: but also for a party???
[Nott] 8:26 pm: hey i'm okay with u getting ur freak on but
[Nott] 8:26 pm: plz don't let me find gold body prints smushed into my bed
[Nott] 8:27 pm: or on the walls or floor or ceiling or any shared surface
[Nott] 8:27 pm: make him shower first
[Nott] 8:38 pm: hey is he gonna stay the night
[Nott] 8:38 pm: USE PROTECTION
[Nott] 8:39 pm: oh fuck i should of said that first!!!
[Nott] 8:39 pm: do u need condoms???
[Nott] 8:40 pm: i will bring you condoms rn i'm seriously
[Nott] 8:41 pm: i can leave them outside so it won't be wired
[Nott] 8:41 pm: if you want them all you have to do it reply to this message
[Nott] 8:52 pm: condoms outside the door now ur welcom
Eventually, Jester had read her texts. It had taken a while, that was all! She had been otherwise occupied for a little while there. Who would have thought kissing would be so much fun?
But now she'd read all of Nott's texts, safely brought the condoms inside their room, had a conversation with Piotr about them (she totally wanted to have sex! just, maybe not right now, and fortunately, he felt the exact same way), gone to retrieve some pants from his room since he'd suddenly grown modest, and then sent him on his way. There was gold paint all over her at this stage, pink all over him, and gold and pink all over her bed, but she only sighed happily as she texted Nott back.
We're done! Coast is clear. You're a really good friend Nott, you know? There is no gold on your bed. Come back when you want!
That done, she jumped into a shower to get all the body paint off. She'd deal with her bedsheets better.
Half an hour after Jester's text, Nott wobbled into their room and shoved the door closed behind her, taking stock of things. "...Whereishe," the question ran together. "Jester! Did he do the walk of shame already?! Did I - did I miss it?"
"I hope he didn't feel ashamed!" came Jester's reply from inside the bathroom. She walked out in her pajamas, rubbing a towel through her hair. She'd long since figured out how to work around her horns, and didn't even really need to think about it. "How was the rest of the party?" she asked, teasingly, as if she wasn't dying to give Nott all the details already.
"Who cares about the party?" Nott realized then that she was still in her ridiculous costume, so she reached up and pulled off her headdress, somewhat clumsily shaking out her flattened hair from under it with her other hand as she crookedly smiled up at Jester. "Jester and Petey, sittin' in a tree..."
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Jester oh so enthusiastically finished, and clapped her hands happily. "Oh, Nott! It was so much better than it would have been in a tree."
"Well, sure," Nott tossed the headdress onto her bed and started unknotting her bandages. "A tree doesn't sound very comfortable. The bark, and the - you could fall out," she pulled the bandages loose and set to untangling herself, still smirk-smiling. "You had to do all the work though, right? I bet he's never kissed a girl, and he's so quiet! Did he just sit there?"
"He kissed me first, actually!" Jester stated, and climbed onto her bed, settling down with a happy sigh. Yes, yes, it had been Piotr's first kiss, but it had also been hers, so she wasn't sure she wanted to broach the topic. Not when Nott was making it sound like a bad thing. She just hadn't had many opportunities at the Château! And it was the same for Piotr, only tragic, given where he had been sequestered. "It was so perfect, Nott. He was telling me what pastries he wanted to try, and then he said he wanted to try my lips!"
"He compared your lips to pastries?!" Nott giggled, almost tripping as she shook and hopped and stepped her way out of the wrappings and flung off the fake jewels into gaudy little piles on the carpet. "Boy, he really knows who he's sweet-talkin'."
"It was so perfect!" Jester agreed, her voice going so high-pitched on the last couple of words they were barely audible. "So then we got some chairs, and we sat and kissed for a while, and it made me feel all tingly all over! Like, down to my toes a little! And I guess it made him feel tingly too, 'cause there was a tent in his sash. And he got all embarrassed so we sneaked out of there. Honestly I'm amazed he managed to walk at all with that thing. Dicks are really funny."
"They're hilarious," Nott agreed, launching herself onto the bed beside Jester with a little bounce. "And that's twice now that you've said it was perfect," she pointed out brightly. "So I guess it was pretty okay, huh? ...Was there tongue? Was it kind of sloppy and enthusiastic at first, and then you had to be like, 'slow down a little, fix your lips, like close them just a bit,' and then it was way better?"
"At first it was kind of smooshing up my nose? But then it was better?" Jester offered, although there was a little frown of worry as she went over Nott's words. "But I... I put tongue in first. Do you think it was sloppy? I don't want to give sloppy kisses! Oh my God, Nott!"
"No, no! It's good! Tongue first is good! That's a real power move," Nott rushed to try and correct said frown, wriggling around to sit up. "It's just that boys can be clumsy sometimes when their hilarious dicks are driving. You know what - if you liked it, and he liked it, and you both want to do it again... That's all that matters. I'm sure you did great."
"I mean, we got better at it the more we did it?" Jester offered. "I think we did, anyway. He said he liked it. He looked like he liked it. His dick felt like he really liked it." So clearly it had been fine! Yes. Sloppy or not, it had worked for both of them.
His dick felt...? The more they...?
Nott gave Jester a look. "When you say you the more you did it, do you mean... Making out, or...???"
"Oh my God, Nott, no!" Jester exclaimed, and laughed. "I mean, he let me touch him a little," and the warmth that rose to her cheeks had more to do with how kind of fun it had been than any embarrassment, "but we didn't have sex! We're not ready for that. Here!" She stood, walked over to her desk, and grabbed the string of condoms from where she had dropped them. "You can have your condoms back! It was really sweet of you to drop them off." She lifted the string of them curiously as she rejoined Nott on the bed. "Do you really think we could've gotten through them all in one evening?"
"I think if you're using that many condoms in one night, his dick's gonna fall off." Nott didn't reach for them, giving the series of little square packages the side-eye. "I don't really- They're from the nurse's office. You should keep them! For later. Just in case."
Jester wondered, for a moment, if she could manage to Draw him a new one if it fell off. "Oh! Okay. Thank you, Nott!" Jester told her, and dropped them on her bedside table, not bothering to put them away where they couldn't be seen. She eyed her friend with a small, knowing smile. "Did you steal them for me?" (You could steal something even if asking would have been enough to get it, sure.)
"Of course I did," Nott admitted straight away. "You told me you had your special friend over here for a make-out session, and that's fine! And, and it's healthy, at our age, to want to experiment and, you know... I support your doing all the foolin' around you want to do, I just want you to be safe about it. And to not get gold ass-prints on...my..." She looked down at the pink and gold mess of the sheets that were, technically, on Jester's bed. She hadn't even noticed them before. Which seemed entirely unrelated to her drinking. "I'm sitting on them right now, aren't I?"
Jester looked down at the sheets, and then burst out laughing. "I completely forgot about that," she stated as she examined her pink-golden-hued palms. Now that the damage was gone, though, she was in no hurry to rectify things. She dropped her hands and smiled at Nott again, instead. "You're a very good friend, Nott. Thank you."
Nott couldn't help smiling back, makeup smeared on her clothes and all. "I'm glad you had some fun. And now I can start making all the puns about how horny you are," she lifted both wadded hands to point and waggle her extended index fingers at Jester from against her temples. Like horns, get it?
"I am very horny, it turns out!" Jester agreed with a shameless grin. "I didn't think it would feel like it did! I mean, I knew what horny felt like, obviously," she added immediately, "but everything felt so much more intense with him!"
Nott's hands flopped back down to the bed where they could help her keep her balance while she perched on the edge. "Okay, that's - you don't have to tell me everything," she pointed out. "Leave something to the imagination."
Jester tilted her head to the side, watching Nott with wide eyes. "You want to imagine me and Piotr?" She managed to keep up the expression for a few seconds before her mirth began to show through.
"NOOOO, and that's exactly my point, and you KNOW what I meant or - or what I didn't mean by that," Nott sputtered, amused but sincere in her fluster. "You're like my sister, and that would be gross to imagine, because of that. And the Tin Man is...ehhh, that's all you. No offense."
"None taken," Jester assured Nott, and grinned brightly. "Who's your type, Nott?"
"Oh, I don't know," Nott muttered, studying the riot of colors on the sheets beneath her. She frowned at a streak of pink under her hand, but since the damage was already done, she decided to give in to the mess entirely and flop out onto her back to look at the ceiling. "I don't really care if he's super good looking, I guess." Yeah, she knew what she'd said to Pam. And maybe she even meant it, but different from how she'd made it sound. "Just someone... He'd be really sweet, and kind, and thoughtful. Someone smart, and funny, and loyal. Somebody who really knows you and loves you anyway." She closed her eyes and swallowed, focusing on the booze-induced tip and tilt of the room around her.
Jester got a little quiet as Nott began to answer what her type was, rather than who, and seemed to be getting into it a lot. Her effervescent joy could know when to take a backseat. Occasionally. When Nott closed her eyes, Jester asked, very quietly, "So... someone a little like Caleb?"
Nott groaned loudly, groping for a pillow to throw at Jester, but she was too far away from the pillows. Disappointment. "Not like Caleb," she said with the defensive frustration of having tried to tell people this like a hundred times already. She didn't care what some rando kids who didn't know them might think, but she'd really hoped that Jester of all people would believe her. "Wait, that sounded..." She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms. "He's a fine young man, but we're not doing that."
"I know you're not," Jester confirmed, with a small frown. "It just sounded a lot like him! Sweet and kind and smart and loyal and Caleb can be really funny at times. And... you know. He knows you. And loves you. There wouldn't be anything wrong with liking him. If you did."
"I know... I know what you're trying to say," Nott agreed that far as she sat up again, because Jester was trying to be supportive, after all. "I'm just tired of this whole misconception of our relationship."
"I'm sorry," Jester said quietly, looking down at the covers full of paint. But then she looked up at Nott with a small, hopeful smile. "Is there someone else you like, then?"
"No, no. Not here," Nott said, looking at the painty spot where Jester's attention had been a moment ago.
"Not here?" Jester asked, keeping her voice soft. Oh my God, was there someone somewhere else?
"Nope," Nott confirmed, the word coming hard and fast out of her mouth as she continued to Not Look at Jester.
It was all Jester could do not to squeal. "Oh my God, Nott, who is it?"
"What?! I mean no, no there isn't anyone! I-it's nobody! I mean, it's nothing! We're talking about you and your new boyfriend and, and if you tried sticking magnets on him yet," Nott tried to fix the conversation quickly, suddenly tensing as if to flee the bed.
Jester gave Nott a look that very eloquently said I see right through you don't think I don't. "Well, we got a little distracted by the kissing." She paused, and then added, more softly, "But you know you can talk to me, Nott, right?"
Nott peeked back up at Jester, caught out. "...I know. And you're a really good listener. But it's...complicated, and I don't think talking about it is going to change anything."
"That's the good thing with friends," Jester remarked with a small smile. "You don't have to talk to them. But you can, when you want to." She paused. "Also, friends tell you when you're rolling around in make-out body paint. Nott, you're rolling around in make-out body paint!"
"I feel like a really good friend would have told me that before I sat down on the make-out body paint in the first place," Nott pointed out.
"Maybe your really good friend was totally distracted by the memories of the awesome making out," Jester pointed out, absolutely shameless, and regretting nothing. She was getting body paint all over herself, too, anyway. They were in this together.
"Then I'm very happy for her, and I guess she's still a pretty good friend," Nott suggested, taking a moment to smile at Jester. "Can I try putting magnets on your boyfriend? Not as, like, a sex thing. I just think it'd be funny. We're in a crazy super-mutant-highschool, the prank potential for a magnetic person would be amazing."
Was Piotr her boyfriend now? Jester guessed that maybe he was. In the middle of all the kissing, and then the last minute conversation about sex, courtesy of Nott's thoughtful condoms, they hadn't really discussed it. "I will never, ever stop you from pranking someone," Jester solemnly vowed. "Unless the prank is, like, cruel or something. But, well, he hardly ever is metal?"
It was the first time Jester had seen him all metalled up, tonight. Although maybe he would do it more now that he had done it once? That would be good for him. Jester didn't think that it was a good thing to shy away from your mutation.
"He'd do it if you asked him, for sure. If he's shy about it, you could work the magnets into your pillow talk or maybe try it while he's distracted and report back," Nott schemed.
"Or I can just help him relax about his mutation, and eventually, when he feels good enough about it, you can do it yourself!" Jester concluded happily. That was a much better plan.
"Your way sounds like it will take a lot longer, but okay," Nott shrugged.
"Greater rewards," Jester said with a grin. "Come on! Get off the bed, I should change the sheets." It was a pain in the ass, but they really were a mess at this stage. A beautiful mess, in hues of pink and gold, but proooobably not one Jester ought to sleep in. Probably.
"Oh, right." Nott hopped down from the bed and moved to her side of the room to start yanking at her shirt. Maybe she could just rub the paint off her skin without water. "Whenever you guys need the room for an evening, let me know."
"Thank you, Nott!" Jester told her brightly. "I think Molly will probably be very accommodating, too. And there are a lot of unused rooms in this place." It was entirely possible she'd snuck into a number of them to hide pamphlets in the most random of places.
"You've thought about it!" ...Ugh. The bodypaint was smearing around under the cloth of Nott's sleeve rather than rubbing off. Yeah, no, this was a soap and water situation. "I gotta go take care of this," Nott demonstrated the mess that had now transferred to her shirt, "but if you want to share my bed tonight and worry about your sheets in the morning, that's fine." Nott didn't take up a whole lot of her bed, after all, and she was used to sharing.
"Yes! That would be amazing," Jester agreed enthusiastically. "You really are the best." She still finished pulling the sheets off the comforter, since she was halfway done, but then dropped it all on the floor, to be dealt with in the morning.
"What can I say, I'm a romantic," Nott suggested, moving for the door. "Come on. If I need a shower before crawling into bed, you definitely have to have one."
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Date: 2019-11-27 04:38 am (UTC)Also, Piotr assures Jester that her kisses feel incredible, and anybody who saw Piotr the next day would have caught him in a ridiculously sunny mood.
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Date: 2019-11-28 02:51 am (UTC)