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[volunteertomatoes]

[ He can't blame Deerington for freaking out a bit--he really can't--but with the Brakebills gang, it may as well be another Tuesday. It should probably say something that they're so desensitized, but the fact is they haven't blown anyone up. A musical curse is the best they can hope for when things shift this suddenly in Deerington.

Selfishly, Eliot serenading him wasn't too bad, either. Especially since he didn't have to sing shit. So they head back to their place and their backyard is beautiful, complete with flowers that weren't even there in the first place. He feels like his grin should be far more teasing when Eliot kisses him, but he finds himself stupefied, holding the other close. ]

Wanna tell me how you really feel?

[ Okay, so maybe he's in a teasing mood after all. ]

[endlessflask]

What, serenading you isn't enough? You're so greedy.

[ Eliot smiles, laughing against Quentin's lips as he kisses him again. He wraps his arms around Quentin, so they're both just standing there, holding each other, and it's nice. It's a moment that Eliot was never sure he'd ever really get. ]

I love you.

[volunteertomatoes]

I love you, too. And I'm very, very glad you were the one doing the singing. [ There's not much gap to close, but he does it anyway, both hands on Eliot's shouders now, loose. Comfortable. ]

Is it weird I'm sort of glad this happened?

[endlessflask]

You're glad we put a singing curse on the town?

[ Quentin's talking, sure, and Eliot's listening, but he's mostly distracted by watching Quentin's lips move. ]

That's pretty weird.

[volunteertomatoes]

I mean of all the stuff that could have happened...What's wrong with a little singing? Maybe the universe wants to be Disney-fied for a while. Pretty decent considering we've been dealing with crisis after crisis since our early 20s.

[endlessflask]

Well, let me tell you, the things I have in mind for us are not Disney family friendly.

[ Eliot grins, sliding his hands lower down Quentin's waist while he nuzzles their noses together. ]

Wanna head inside? We only need to make it as far as the kitchen table.

[volunteertomatoes]

If that.

[ Which is to say yes--yes, he really does want to head inside, and to prove his point he moves up to the tips of his feet to kiss him properly, drawing back and laughing. It's a rich one, more of a guffaw than anything. ]

Wanna get high and do it again after?

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[endlessflask]

Absolutely.

[ Eliot gives Quentin's butt a gentle smack to get him moving inside. He follows, locking the back door behind them, just in case anyone thinks of interrupting their plans. ]