random loose threads

[driftsintobuffetline]

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2016
January 29 - Returning from Submarining
February 13 - What are you thoughts on MARRIAGE?
February 16 - Day 1, Soviet Occupied Import Cities
March 12 - They were supposed to talk about Miles and Greg, but talked about themselves instead
April 14th - Kinks, Tatts, and Power Suppression
June - Admiring the Ring
July 27 - Hermann's New Car
After the Kaiju Test - Need a New Apartment

Comments

[driftsintobuffetline]

"Grilling? That is so American it hurts, Hermann. Also, that pun was painful. Cramping my style? Please. You've been cramping my style since we started sharing a lab."

Stability, though, Hermann had a point about that. It was definitely desireable as an alternative to the hectic uncertainty of war. He liked stability, at least with Hermann, liked coming home to somewhere safe and comfortable and pleasant...and permanent. His disappearance earlier had thrown that into question, but they were regaining a sense of permanence now.

"But I think a yard is a definite yes. And another cat."

[mathemagier]

"Well you are very American, and we're not permitted to live outside of it's borders at the moment."

Tempting as it could be to imagine skipping out on the US entirely and settling deep in Bavaria's long fields and hills. The government could track them and he was sure the consequences wouldn't be enjoyable.

He'd save that for the inevitable day they returned home, probably.

"I suppose we do have reliable transportation now. There's no reason not to start seriously considering it. Given how rare single level homes seem to be, we may need to ask for Miles' contractors after all. Which of course means deciding on something of a blueprint to follow."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"Which you're good at. Don't tell me you don't have a draft started. I'm sure you've got something on that laptop."

He rolled off the couch and paced around until he found a piece of blue chalk and started to draw up a floor plan on the wall. Newt gave them a pool. If they were going to have a home, they might as well get all the amenities.

"We really should look into it now, dude. There's no hold up. We know the marriage thing is happening, we know we're committed to this asylum called Us for life. You know you want to live in the countryside and I think it's about time we kick the city to the curb." A garden? But who would tend it? He erased it and drew a circle to represent a fire pit instead. "We deserve this, Hermann. We deserve to semi-retire in style and be hermit scientists together. This is us getting a life."

[mathemagier]

"All I have are bookmarks of blueprints actually, but all I know for certain is that I want a single story home and a bathroom attached to our room."

He watched Newton start a crude design and hid a smile.

"Are you certain you're feeling alright, Newton? Wanting to give up city life in favor of retiring to the countryside, becoming a hermit and adopting another child- it's not very rockstar you know."

[driftsintobuffetline]

He threw the chalk at the smug bastard he called a fiancé.

"You, shut up. You do not get to ruin a man and then make fun of him for it. Anyway! Even rock stars get to settle down. Some have kids! Long marriages! Someday I'll have an awesome comeback tour. And you get the pleasure of telling everyone that you got me to settle down-- they don't need to know it's the reverse. Sounds better this way."

He wrangled a new piece of chalk from the box.

"Be nice or I won't put in a hot tub."

[mathemagier]

Said smug fiancee hardly blinked as the chalk missed its mark and instead propped his elbow up on the couch cushion and leaned his head on his knuckles to watch.

"I thought that's what the smaller circle was," he teased with the same smile. "Anyway, do we really need a pool? You're the only one that might use it and it requires some maintenance I don't believe either of us know much about."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"It's chemistry and scooping shit out of the water with a net. How hard can it be?" He'd buy a vacuum, too. "Also, water is great for physical therapy and you are totally going for a walk in the pool or something, okay? I am not the only one who will use this." He jammed the tip of the chalk at the pool, then at the smaller circle.

"That? That's a fire pit. So we can sit outside. We can go outside now, Hermann. We don't have to live in the basement!"

[mathemagier]

Hermann half-shrugged, conceding that he could put a pool to use although with dubious frequency.

"We don't live in a basement," he offered in mild protest. "But since we're decided on a pool then, should it be large enough to accommodate your kaiju form? Perhaps with adjusted chemical content to rival aquarium tanks rather than standard swimming pools."

He was possibly overthinking all this already, but there wasn't any pressure on them to decide anything immediately.

[driftsintobuffetline]

He laughed. "Only worth it if you dress it up with all the gaudy coral and maybe a deep sea diver figure, like a real aquarium." That would be a ridiculous sight, but might actually be comforting, if he could get over feeling like a pet. Then again, pet was better than world-destroying creature.

" I don't actually plan to spend a lot of time as a Kaiju, mind you... I mean, unless you'd like me to? The drift is nice, practice might be good, but I thought it scared the shit out of you, dude."

[mathemagier]

"Well it did," he admitted, amusement fading. "And I expect it will startle me several times more. But I don't want to be afraid of you, Newton. And I'm sure you don't want to be worried about that all of the time. Not to mention you may want to swim or submerge as a kaiju and we're not going to be living on the ocean for that to be easy."

Hermann hesitated, fussing a bit with his sleeves.

"Now I'm not saying it's going to be an overnight adjustment, but we probably should try to reach some level of comfort with it eventually- preferably before our wedding."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"Well, I don't know if this helps or scares you more, but you would be able to touch me, if you wanted or needed to. My blood is still an issue, that hasn't changed, but anything else--skin, saliva, waste, anything else is safe. So I'm basically a big alien dog? Sort of. I'm still your boyfriend, let's be clear: I'm not your pet, but you get what I'm saying. I look scary, but I'm me."

Newt crossed the room to kneel down in front of him and reached for Hermann's hands, trying to draw them away from the nervous gesture.

"I don't expect it to be easy, but, uh... It's me. It's me in there and if you want a signal, a Drift thought to reassure you? Just name it. If it helps to have a safe word or whatever, it's yours. Okay? We're totally not gonna be defeated by this."

[mathemagier]

His fingers curled into Newton's hands and he sighed, nodding.

"Of course not. Logically I understand it's you, but the world has been afraid of the Kaiju for a very long time, Newton. It's going to take some time until I'm truly comfortable around you in that form. And naturally, that's going to require exposure."

He rubbed his thumb over the back of Newton's hand and the smooth, very human skin of them. "Should likely try for simple proximity first, and then touch. The amplified Drift will help with it I'm sure."