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Ah, now you're trying to tease me. Who taught you that playing hard-to-get was attractive, ah?

I've been told I'm a terrible tease. My golems are even called Teez. It's an unattractive trait, I'm sure. Hopefully you'll tolerate me anyway.

I am curious though, have you gotten many offers? Get too caught up, and you'll have to talk about your love life with the anonymous therapist.

A few. Lucky that I am. A few more, ah, innocent ones, too.
[Really, Ianchus doesn't have a preference between sex and chaste cuddling. The mention of the therapist does bring a little chuckle out of him, though.]

Thankfully, I seem to have more or less cemented a reputation as the village slattern. I don't think anyone's going to come for me for anything deeper than a good rut.

Honestly, it's their loss. You're absolutely charming. [Tyki sighs.] Not that a good rut, as you put it, doesn't have it's value. But I'm not one to hop directly into bed no matter how stunning the person is. If you're the village slattern, I'm the town prude. Neither of us will get fondly looked upon, I'm afraid.

[Another sigh follows, and Tyki is off screen for a moment and the sound of rummaging around can be heard. Moments later he reappears, with a wine bottle in one hand. It looks mostly full too.] If you can still trust me at all with you, after what you saw, I'll come around with cards, food, wine and blankets. Sound like a plan for warmth and companionship?

Ah, it just means the bonds we do make are that much more meaningful, yes?

[He makes a little noise of amusement at Tyki's assessment, but his eyes light up at the sight of the wine and the offer. And...that concern is sweet.]

That sounds wonderful. Best of all, I've a little couch, so you wouldn't even need to get close to my bed.

Absolutely. Let them judge from a distance, we'll enjoy ourselves without the company of shallow people.

[Tyki really does like him. He's not quite in the true friend catagory yet, but another couple of interactions might just tip him over the edge.] Bed, couch, whatever is fine as long as we enjoy ourselves. Can you send me directions to where you stay?

That sounds excellent. I'm in Love's housing, by the hot springs. Convenient location, if I do say so.

[Pulling out a sheet of paper, he sketches out a...rather poor rendition of a map, holding the phone up to it.]

I'm quite a poor hand at this, but, ah. If you compare the general shapes...

I'd say. You're in prime real estate.

[Tyki grins.] We'll call it modern art. We'll make a fortune on it. [He thinks he gets the idea of it.] I'll be over shortly.

I'll be waiting.

[Ianchus clicks off the connection and settles in, a little...excited. Tyki was ever-so-fascinating even before he saw what he saw. He appreciates the similar sense of humor, the style...and especially his appearance. The man is quite beautiful.

He sits back on his little loveseat, tapping his toe as he waits.]

((OOC: We can absolutely continue here if you like!))

[Tyki makes his way over, not really struggling to find his way. He knows the town pretty well at this point, the wandering and roaming to clear him mind have helped him figure the place out. So he arrives within a reasonable amount of time, bearing gifts and ready to enjoy himself.

Attractive company is the best way to keep warm.]

(OOC: Absolutely!))

[Ianchus springs up from his seat as soon as he hears the knock, opening the door. He left his blanket on the couch, which is a damned shame because it's damned cold, but he figures they'll warm up soon enough.]

Come in. Ah, at least getting around isn't as complicated as it was before? [He'd still take boats over the cold, though.]

[Tyki nods in greeting, seemingly unbothered by the cold. He has a coat on, but it's not even buttoned up. He's just happy to be there, glad for good company. And he's even happier to be inside. Just because he doesn't find himself endangered by the icy temperatures doesn't mean that he enjoys them.]

That's something I suppose. [He'd also take the boats over the cold.]

[Ianchus raises his eyebrows, shutting the door and taking in Tyki's appearance] My, are you trying to make me jealous?

I assure you that's not the case. [Tyki grins cheekily, ready to have a good time. He's so tired of irritable, stuffy people. Ianchus is fun and appealing, so he's glad to be able to enjoy his company tonight.]

If I could, I would bare my chest in these temperatures. Piling on clothes like a fabric merchant doesn't suit me. But, ah, let me at least pretend that my home is the one thing keeping you from freezing, ah?

[He sweeps a bow and motions Tyki over to the cozy loveseat, where he's already got two glasses set out.]

We could have had the jungle, I certainly didn't desire this. But in the end, we'll make do. [Tyki sets himself down on the love seat, and he pulls the bottle out. He'll pour for them both quickly, good wine certainly helps keep a person feeling a little warmer.] This should help keep us both happy. If we can't be warm, we can have fine wine and that's almost as good.

Ha! True enough!
[He settles delightedly next to him, delicately taking his glass in his fingers, raising it to him.]

To good company, then. And making the best of any situation.

To good company and making the best of things.

[Tyki raises his glass, and then takes a drink of the wine. Oh, this was a good choice. He has quite a few bottles he's been hoarding, most in some state of use. Most from his home world, stored inside of his body for the sake of an emergency stash. But few of them are this nice, this particular bottle is amazing. It was probably snagged from one of his older brother's fancy parties, he just can't remember which one.] This is nice. I'm glad I get to share it with you.

[Ianchus takes a sip, and then lets out an emphatic moan, delicately touching his finger to his lips. A bit of an overwrought expression? Maybe, but Ianchus has never been one to downplay when he's enjoying himself, even when it's little pleasures, like a delightful vintage.]

Ah, Tyki, this is incredible. Wherever did you find it? [It's certainly not from the speakeasy.]

[Ianchus is shameless, over the top, and amazing. Tyki thinks he'd make a fantastic Noah, it's a pity he doesn't get to choose who inherits the Noah's memory. Not that humans outside his world can possibly become like him, but it's the thought that counts.

Ianchus would fit in so well with his brother, especially. It's just sad to him that so many people who would be perfect for the family are stuck with pitiful mortality.]

I didn't. It's one of the bottles I brought here with me, something that's from my world. I've been holding onto a few different ones, there's a good white too but I didn't think it'd be quite as appreciated tonight.

Ah! And again, you stoke that jealousy in me. What would I give to be able to keep the finest luxuries with me.

[He takes another sip, more reserved, though he does swirl the wine around on his tongue. So rich!]

I do enjoy white wine, at times. But I am a decadent man, I suppose, and nothing screams decadence so much as a good red, ah?

I have a little trick up my sleeve. Or inside of me, you might say. You saw that I wasn't exactly run of the mill. It goes beyond just being able to shove my hand inside of irritating former enemies.

[Tyki takes a sip, and while he doesn't put so much into enjoying the flavor, he does hold it in his mouth for a moment. And he remembers exactly when he pocketed it now, it was a birthday party. His precious niece was in a purple dress, Cyril had made him wear a cravat to match. He'd put up quite a fuss about it, even if he was fine with the idea quietly, and he used the excuse to grab a few bottles.

This wine tastes like home because of that memory.] You're right, red wine just seems more luxurious somehow.

I've always imagined it has a rather shameless color. Odd to associate it with that, but...ah.

[He lifts the glass to the light, admiring it. If Tyki went out of his way to, as it sounds, pull a bottle out of his own body, it would behoove him to appreciate it with all of his senses, after all.]

Tell me. Can you put a few bottles of wine inside me? In, ah, your way, I mean. Not the conventional ways. [Though really, there's no conventional way to put a bottle of wine inside someone, is there?] Should we ever be separated from the Gods again.

I like that. Shamelessly red wine.

[Tyki relaxes a little, getting more comfortable as he stays near Ianchus. He grins though, Ianchus is as shameless as the wine's color and he adores him.] I could, but you'd probably not last to enjoy them. My body is meant to hold random things inside of it. Yours, although lovely wouldn't really be a good candidate for random storage. [Tyki blinks, and reaches inside of his own chest. A casual motion that seems almost too intimate to do in front of someone else, but never the less he opens the vortex hole and pulls another wine bottle out. This one a pristine white.] I suppose we can always have the best of both worlds.

Ah! A white after a red? That's not shameless, that's absolutely scandalous. [Then, grinning, he adds:] So lovely to finally have a partner in crime.

[He drains his glass, making a show of tipping his head all the way back, his adam's apple bobbing, and then offers the now-empty chalice to Tyki to fill, resting his chin on his hand. He eyes the place in Tyki's chest with interest.]

What about someone else? Would I, for instance, be able to put my hand into you? Can you swallow a person whole? [A somewhat erotic idea? Perhaps.]

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