GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

Are you sure?

[agoodname]

Quite sure. [he props his chin in his hand again, trying to appear very confident about all this--even though he's rather very not.]

[enigmaster]

[What. Does he do with this? A mortal, having a romantic interest in him, it's-- Perhaps if he were an Olympian, such a thing would be fine. It happens all the time, with them, he thinks. Or the other way around, certainly. Even some of the other Underworld residents might be a better fit. But he-- He's not... ...] I... I am not entirely certain if... I am capable of feelings like that.

[agoodname]

No? [he tilts his head] Would you like to find out? [it's...risky. But worth a shot???]

[enigmaster]

[No.] I... [Say no.] Um. [Tell him no.] ...How would I do that?

[agoodname]

Well...there's a couple different things we could try, I suppose. [he pushes to his feet] Here--scoot your chair back a bit.

[enigmaster]

Oh. Very well. [scoot, scoot]

[agoodname]

Now, sit still a moment. [and with that he's going to just...invite himself to sit sideways across Enygma's lap, leaning into his chest, shifting a bit to get comfortable before tucking his head against his shoulder] There.

[enigmaster]

[what WHAT??? Enygma almost leans back a little, but more so he's frozen. Completely stiff. Just, glancing at Osvaldus.] Um. There... what? [HELP] I'm very confused... [and a little bit red]

[agoodname]

[He can't help but smirk a bit at that in amusement, but...it's fine, his head is tucked against Enygma's shoulder, he probably can't see all of it] Here--just put your arms around me. One here--[he's reaching to gently ease one of his arms around his back and over his side, hand resting on his hip--] --and the other here. [and he'll tug his other arm, so Enygma's other hand is resting on his knee] And just...relax. I don't bite, you know~

[enigmaster]

[Osvaldus has no problem tugging Enygma's arms into place. As if he's molding clay, Enygma simply stays where he's put. Mostly because he has no clue what is happening.] I-I am very relaxed! [he is not.]

[agoodname]

[alsdkhfs help he can't help but sputter into a laugh, which he muffles into his shoulder] You---you are not relaxed at all! [still muffled, before he lifts his head a bit, eyes crinkling in fondness] Really, I'm going to give your brother an earful. Has he never hugged you or anything?

[enigmaster]

We-- We are not exactly a hugging sort of family! [help him]

[agoodname]

I can tell! [oh help he's so amused right now, Enygma's so cute] Honestly, hold on-- [and he's reaching out to grab the hummus and the bread, tearing off a piece and dipping it in, before offering it out]--open your mouth.

[enigmaster]

Um. I... Okay? [he'll? do? that???]

[agoodname]

[he's going to pop the bread in his mouth, then] There. Concentrate on that. [he's going to feed himself next, then, while Enygma reminds himself that mortal food is delicious]

[enigmaster]

[...somehow this is more distracting, though. He's doing his best to focus on the food, and it's good, it is, but also they're so close together and-- and why does that matter? it does, but why?]

[agoodname]

[well, take your time to think about it, Enygma, because Osvaldus is going to be slowly going through that hummus and bread, tearing off bits and feeding it to him or to himself alternatively, cuddled up against his chest. When it's empty, he leans forward to set the plate on the table] So...[he peers up at him] Should I get up? [he almost doesn't want to ask because this was a really stupid idea probably and what is he even thinking actually, why did he take his stupid brother's word that Enygma was moping around without him, honestly, he probably never had a logical thought in his life and Osvaldus took his word on that, how could he be so stupid--]

[enigmaster]

[Enygma's head snaps up suddenly at that. Wait, no, don't leave--] ...No. Um, that is, this is... fine.

[agoodname]

[that...is not the answer he expected. He was half-already moving to get up, but at that, he pauses, blinking, startled] It...is? [he swallows] Are you sure?

[enigmaster]

...It's... fine. Yes. I think. [what is happening]

[agoodname]

Okay...[he'll settle back into his lap, then...and reach for the sweet peppers] Here, how about we try these next?

[enigmaster]

This is... some sort of fruit?

[agoodname]

Not quite. A vegetable. They're sweet peppers, stuffed with ricotta--it's the same cheese that was on the sandwich that we had.

[enigmaster]

You put cheese inside of vegetables? [He still doesn't even know what cheese is.] I thought it was for bread. Shouldn't the sweet pepper be on bread as well, then?