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i need chroma

like
rn??
or in general

now
in general
either one
whenever works for you, i just need it soon

oh uhhh
i actually need money 4 food anyway
o shit i mean ******for
i didnt mean 2 send that 2 u
Anyway should i come ovr?
ill hold ur hand if its not sweaty

the hell you didn't mean to send that
hand holding isn't enough
not for what i need
we need to hug or something

damn ok
ur really broke huh
im cool w/it just gimme a sec to come over i have 2 change out of this shirt

i need to buy some shit
but yeah i'm still broke
i'll be here, do you you need to do

[ All Mista will get in response is some thumbs-up emojis, and about twenty minutes later, Narancia knocking at his door with a typically obnoxious call of his name. Upon opening the door, Mista will find he's wearing a much looser fitting shirt than usual, on the account of the fluffy gathering of grey and brown feathers around his neck. There are a few stray ones on his forearms too - the ones not covered by his usual wristbands, that is. ]

Oi, Mista! Open up!!

[ He muttered as he made his way to the door, something along the lines of yeah yeah but whether Narancia heard it was a different matter. He pulled open the door, staring for just a second before closing the door almost immediately with a snort.

Was this the first time he'd really seen him with so many feathers? Probably not. Was it the first time that he'd really noticed? Yeah, definitely. It took him a second to compose himself, pulling the door open again; stifling a little snrk as he took a step back.

Not a word, Mista, not a fucking word. Narancia was here to help him out, after all... ]

You look...

[ snort. ]

...fluffy.

[ MISTA!!! The slander!! Narancia's mouth gapes open when the door gets slammed in his face, and is still wide open when Mista opens again, who looks clearly amused by his appearance. ]

Hey!! Quit laughing!! [ But it is true... he is fluffy. His feathers even bristle up a bit in annoyance, becoming fluffier than they once were. ] Did you think I didn't hear that? Huh?!

[ Don't mind him while he comes over the threshold like this is his own place, pointing an accusing finger in Mista's direction. ]

[ He tried to dial it back a little, sucking in a breath before shrugging nonchalantly. ]

Hey, fair is fair, you laughed at mine the first time you saw it too.

[ Mista reached out, tugging gently on one of those feathers before snorting again. ]

What are you? An owl or something?

[ SO MUCH FOR BEING AN EAGLE NARANCIA ]

[ It's only funny when Narancia does it to him, not the other way around, obviously! He frowns, indignant, when the other tugs on one his feathers, swatting away his hand brattishly. ]

How should I know? Aren't all feathers the fucking same?

[ If Mista thought Narancia would be able to tell the difference between different types of birds, he has another thing coming. Still, even though he was annoyed enough to swat at his hand, it's not with too much violence - he is here to help Mista make some dough after all, so unless they wanna punch it out, he should try to play nice. Key word: try. ]

[ That drew a disappointed click of the tongue from Mista, shaking his head as he reached out again despite having his hand swatted away. ]

Tch, of course they're not! And owl and a parrot don't look the same at all, the feathers have to be a little different...

[ They were soft, though, weren't they? ]

Besides, you sure as shit don't look like an eagle or anything majestic.

[ He pulled his hand away from the feathers again, reaching up to jab gently at Narancia's forehead. ]

Whatever it is, it suits you.

[ And a few more little pokes just to punctuate every word. ]

[ Well, the lucky thing about the Cordis moon is that he finds he can't stay too mad for too long, even if the gesture does annoy him. What can he say? He's easily entertained in times like these, hungry for playful banter and contact anyway he can get it, even if it's through stupid hits like this. Or fleeting touches to his neck. Despite the annoyance, he only feels like grabbing the other's wrist and trying to reach back at him to do the same thing - which is exactly what he does. ]

Aw, shut up! You look dumb as hell every time too. [ Narancia retaliates with his own punctuated pokes to the other's forehead, harder than how Mista had done to him, though the less pointed tone he speaks with indicates he's not in danger of getting genuinely angry or violent. ] Least I don't smell the part of an animal, unlike you.

[ take that mista:\ ]

Besides— I still think its cooler than a dog tail. Just saying!

It's not my fault there's something wrong with your nose, I smell like I'm supposed to smell.

[ It was Mista's turn to reach out and grab Narancia's wrist though, ready to put an end to the petty forehead poking squabble they had started. ]

There's no way your feathers are cooler than a wolf tail, it gives me a different kind of appeal.

[ Don't say pet appeal, Mista, don't say pet appeal. ]

You know, like pet appeal? You never know when someone is gonna go nuts for a cute wagging tail, yeah?

[ And with that, he just pulls Narancia in for a hug; fussing awkwardly with the feathers along his shoulders. He smelled weird, didn't he? Not in a bad way, but definitely different than normal. ]

[ Narancia makes a little hmph at Mista's roundabout explanation of why tails are better than feathers, ultimately not buying it. With both of their hands immobilized like this, he guesses it'd take more energy than it was worth to continue fanning the flames of their little squabble, so he lets it go, merely rolling his eyes as Mista pulls him in. ]

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Believe whatever you want that makes you feel better!

[ Loosely, he loops his arms around the other's back, letting out a sigh at the pleasant warmth that Moonlacing always gives him. More than that, it's better when it's during the Cordis moon, too - his feathers being played with like this is pleasant in an alien way, and without thinking about it, he instinctually tilts his head a bit more to the side to grant the other more space to touch them, even if the other's touch was awkward. ]

Are we just gonna stand here or what? You sounded pretty poor over text so I guess we're doin' this for a while, right?

[ Should they sit down? Just stand here and talk like bros? He doesn't know, so he rests his chin on Mista's shoulder lazily. ]

[ There was nothing weird about this, but Mista's focus was a little off for a moment there. ]

Hmmm...? Oh, yeah, I guess...we should probably sit or something...

[ Still, he was a little reluctant to pull away, fingers still playing idly with those feathers. Too comfortable, but it was nice and finally he pulled his hand away and moved to take a step back. ]

This isn't weird or anything for you, right?

[ CONSENT. GIVE HIM CLEAR CONSENT TO HUG YOU ON A COUCH, NARANCIA. ]

Nah. It's cool.

[ Narancia follows him when he steps away, blinking with some disappointment when his hand pulls away, too. Even if they're moving, Narancia keeps himself close to Mista as they make their way over, clingy and clearly wanting to stay close for every moment. During the Cordis moon, it's easy to ignore it if he's not in anyone's immediate vicinity, but once he gets close enough to someone, it gets impossible to resist the craving for the sensation of Moonlacing. ]

It feels kinda... good, actually? [ He's never let anyone pet him too much like that - not for more than a few seconds at most, because he doesn't like the idea of anyone he doesn't trust getting near his neck anyway. ] That's not weird for you, is it?

For me? No, not really, it’s just that someone got me thinking about making sure that people are cool with certain things, you know?

[ Narancia doesn’t need to know that Abbacchio suplexed him for touching under his shirt, it’s not as if Mista had any plans to do the same to him. He did notice that the other was staying pretty close, choosing not to comment on it and instead just parking his ass on the couch.

It was easy enough from here for him to reach out and take the other’s hand, pulling him down on the couch beside him and slinging his arm over Naracia’s shoulders and going right for those feathers again. ]

I wonder if something like that gets you more Chroma, like petting your feathers and stuff. I mean, if it feels good then it’s gotta do something in terms of a boost, right?

[ Some of it might have been selfish motivation, he wasn't really aware of the issue with pheromones and he still couldn't place why he wanted to be close to Narancia too. Couldn't place that faint and pleasant scent that made him want to play with those feathers all the more. A hell of a thing, Cordis. ]

[ Narancia settles in, loosely wrapping his arms back around Mista's exposed waist, while tilting his chin this way and that while Mista runs his fingers through the soft feathers there. It feels good, oddly relaxing but simultaneously exciting at the same time - not to mention that Mista's hands are warm, too, in a way that feels moreso than usual.

He finally settles on an angle, his chin tilted far to the right - so his head can rest on Mista's shoulder - and his eyes slide closed. ]

You think so? I wish. I could use the money... [ On a particularly pleasant stroke against the tufts of feathers, he lets out a slow exhale through his nose, leaning into his friend's hand as much as he can, self-indulgent. ] And you could too.

[ He reminds him with a little laugh, much gentler than the usually boisterous snickers shared between the two of them. When he speaks again, he peeks open one eye, strangely not minding how close the two of their faces are - something that would usually embarrass him, but he finds no issue with it now, merely enjoying the affection. ]

I mean, ya really are broke, aren't you?

[ Later he would reflect on this and think about just how gay this kind of was, much later. For now he was perfectly fine with this strange closeness that they had right now. He was silent and thoughtful as he continued to fuss about with the feathers, closing his eyes and shifting to rest his head against Narancia's. ]

Yeah, I'm really broke, so I can use anything and everything I can get...

[ He paused with a feather between his fingers, pulling his hand away slowly before petting him again. ]

...you really that poor too? I might give you shit a lot of the time, but you know you can always ask me for help, right?

[ When Mista moves his head to rest against his, Narancia simply turns up slightly so he can press his lips to the other's cheek in a light kiss, simple as anything. It's slow, almost sleepy in the motion. His lips are smoother than one'd expect, and warm like the rest of him. ]

Oh, yeah, I know. [ It's almost like he's too lazy to move away from the other's face to speak properly, mumbling against him, still against his cheek. ] I just don't need a ton of money to get by.

[ It's nice to have money, don't get him wrong, but if made to, he can be incredibly frugal. ]

Whaddya need all this Chroma for, anyway?

[ He doesn't seem to mind the extra contact at all, using it as a chance to pull his fingers carefully over the back of Narancia's head. ]

I need pyjamas and the ones that would suit me are a little out of my price range.

[ He let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and pulling Narancia back with him as he rested farther back on the couch. ]

Well, that and it takes a lot to feed the Pistols. I don't think it's right just to leave them tucked away all the time, they need to be out and free...be themselves.

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