OPEN POST 2020.

[legalized]

【my ❝CALL ME OUT❞ post】
get my ass in gear.

♛ here is my muselist. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[wraithes]

[ the semantics cause an arch of her eyebrows, as she collects her coffee cup to take another drink. she's nearly done with hers, but doesn't seem to be in any rush to move. simply enjoying the moment, the weight of his hand on her leg. ]

I may want to add another one to my stores.

[ it's not a collection!!!!!! ]

But new clothing would be nice, too. Fresh ink.

[ inej is nothing but practical. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Well, close enough. He doesn't argue her sort of agreement.

(It's definitely a collection. One he's fed into over the past few years). ]

I could use a new vest. [ Actually, he could use a couple. For some reason, they seem to take the brunt of most of the rips and tears in fights. ] Looking for a particular piece?

[wraithes]

Mmm... [ it's a noise of consideration, as she thinks on what she's looking for. ] No, I do not think so. I just want one from here. [ from ravka, from home.

but at kaz's suggestion, her lips purse together into a smile that looks suspiciously like she's trying not to laugh. ]

In fuschia?

[ she won't let that go. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ That he can understand– the clothes in Kerch aren't exactly the same all over. Shirts were definitely cut differently in Lij and coming to Ketterdam had been a bit of an adjustment.

Not that he intends to go back to wearing anything he used to. But he understands her desire to have clothing from her homeland. ]

Absolutely not. [ Bright colors are not for him. Well: ] Maybe a tie.

[wraithes]

[ a laugh escapes at the absolutely not, and inej rests her chin in her hands, to watch him as she tries to envision what he would look like even in just a brightly colored tie.

. . . her imagination is not quite that good. but: ]

Maybe green.

[ thoughtfully, wrinkling her nose in thought. ]

I think green would be possible.

[ and not make him look terrible. ]

[ketterdamn]

Not lime green.

[ Though perhaps that isn't a thing here as much as it is in the Barrel. He hasn't seen anyone on the street wearing it just yet; the patterns and colors are different. ]

Another green, maybe. [ Something he'd be willing to try. Kaz finishes his coffee and pats her leg, reluctantly withdrawing his touch. ] Ready, then?

[wraithes]

An olive green.

[ a more muted shade, and inej nods once before she rises to her feet, offering out her hand so he can both stand and take it in his own.

today was going to be a good day, she could feel it. ]

Or an emerald, if you feel like being obnoxious.

[ obnoxious for him, anyway. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Olive green, that's do-able. His knee-jerk reaction still has him not wanting any color aside from a dark red. But he is in a different country with different sensibilities. It could be interesting.

As she stands, he takes her hand and gets up, leaning a bit towards her simply to steady himself. He grabs his coat, pulls it on, and then plucks his cane up from where it's leaning against the table edge. ]

We'll see.

[wraithes]

[ it's a lovely afternoon out, all things considered. she spends about an hour in a clothing shop run by a lovely suli woman. truthfully, it's less the clothes and more the fact that inej can speak her own language with another person that takes so long. but kaz doesn't seem to mind . . . though inej is suspicious that that has less to do with inej speaking suli, and more that he had an interest in what she wore.

but she allows him to escape that without embarrassment. she even buys a dress, though that's less because she wanted it and more because the suli woman coaxed her into it.

so -- with clothing in tow, and a new knife, they return to the room. and inej is lying on the bed, still wearing what she wore out that day, but sans shoes, toying with the new knife she purchased as she speaks to the ceiling: ]

Should we order food to the room?

[ for dinner.

she's not feeling particularly inclined to leave the room again. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Truthfully, he can't remember the last time he had such a relaxing afternoon. There's been times in Ketterdam, sure, where he's had an hour here and there to himself. But since taking over the Dregs, those moments have been few and far between. And any time he ends up with, he usually thinks about work or things adjacent to work.

So. It's nice, not only doing something so ordinary, but also spending time with Inej all the while. They find the shop run by a suli woman about five storefronts deep and he knows almost immediately that they'll be here a while. It turns out he's right and he doesn't mind, enjoying listening to Inej chatter away with the older woman in suli, the language musical and pleasant.

There's also the matter of Inej being convinced into trying on a dress. It's a relatively long dress but he gets a glimpse of her legs and it's...distracting. As they leave the shop, he might leave the suli woman a little extra. Even if Inej never wears the damn thing again, it was worth it.

He's still thinking about it, idly, as he flips through a book he'd picked up– general information about Ravkan history– when her question pulls him out of his concentration. ]

Unless you feel like going out. [ His gaze flicks down to her bare feet and how she's completely flopped back onto the bed. Something says they'll be staying in. He shuts his book and comes over, sitting almost right next to her. Almost. ] Which somehow, I don't think you do.

[wraithes]

[ she shifts slightly, to watch him move to sit near her, and inej tilts her head back to look at him properly, wrinkling her nose. ]

The night life tends to be loud.

[ which isn't necessarily new, for either of them, but there is thief loud and there is sailor loud. and inej is far more accustomed to one than the other. she thinks she's been talked into bar-hopping with her crew twice, and inej had regretted it both times.

mostly because they tend to end in fights, and there is nothing inej finds more infuriating than a grown man attempting to punch her in the face and being upset when he loses. ]

Too much drunks, too little money.

[ sailors. what can you do. ]

I think I would have more fun here.

[ketterdamn]

[ The way she wrinkles her nose tells him nearly enough, though she elaborates and it makes sense why she'd want to stay in. A port town like this is not quite the same as Ketterdam's harbors and gambling halls. More regular sailors than a mix of clientele.

And they are quite loud. He can always pick them out when they come into the club. ]

I can find out what the hotel has available. [ Though, he'll get to that in a second: ]

Fun like? [ Ok, color him curious. ]

[wraithes]

[ the question causes an arch to her eyebrows, as she settles the (sheathed) knife on her stomach, the blade flat.

truthfully, just lying around and doing nothing sounds more fun than exploring the night-life of the city. but being asked for specifics (which, you know, inej should know by now to expect that) causes her to actually think about what to do. ]

Eating dinner in pajamas.

[ which sounds super fun. ]

Planning out tomorrow . . . ordering dessert. Falling asleep early.

[ literally anything but hanging around with drunkards. ]

[ketterdamn]

All right. Dinner and dessert. In pajamas.

[ It's a deal.

He gets up from the bed, intending to check with the hotel staff on acquiring those first two things. ] Any requests?

[wraithes]

[ as he moves, inej gets up with a swing of her legs, getting up with ease now that there is a plan. And she fishes out some pajamas, ducking into the bathroom to change, but not before: ]

Whatever you want.

[ and the door closes, so she can change.

she had promised to make him blush, and inej herself feels the need to push herself a bit further. to test her own comfort level. and so she tugs on a loose shirt for a top, but a pair of loose shorts for bottoms. still modest and covered, inej thinks, but it’s more skin. More vulnerability.

( it’s also somewhat warm in the room, so she knows she’ll be more comfortable, anyway. )

so once she does that and folds up her clothing, inej peers into the room, and seeing it safe, steps out of it. admittedly a little more tentative than nights past, but pushing forward is the only way to go. ]

What did you get?

[ketterdamn]

[ She leaves it in his hands and he has to think it over before realizing he wasn't sure what they had. It's not like he's familiar with the food here.

As she goes into the bathroom to change, he slips his shoes back on, off to check with the desk on what's what. Thankfully, he doesn't have to worry about a lack of Ravkan understanding– probably a side effect of it being a hotel in a port– as one of the people down at the desk speaks Kerch. There's a slight accent but it's easy enough to work through.

Once the order is in, he makes his way back to the room, overlapping with Inej coming back out from changing and getting ready for bed. He's by the shut door, leaning his cane nearby, and he freezes when he looks over at her. Because that is just. A lot of skin. ]

Um. [ What did he get? Does it matter? Kaz swallows, feeling a bit of a blush creeping onto his cheeks. ] Curry?

[wraithes]

[ it's this bizarre mixture of self-conscious and emboldened, as he clearly quasi-stammers his way through what he ordered for dinner. belatedly, inej realizes she probably should have ordered given she knows three languages compared to kaz's one (and a half). but he seems to have managed just fine, and so inej moves to the bed, to sit back on it, crossing her legs underneath herself.

not quite brave enough to stretch out again as she had before, but. you know. she's getting there.

most importantly: ]

I told you so.

[ knowingly, as she reaches up with a finger to tap her own cheek.

she made him blush. :) ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She moves and it snaps him out of his daze. Well, just enough that he isn't left staring at her, speechless, for too long. As he steps away from the door, shrugging out of his jacket: ]

I can't complain about being proven wrong. [ There's the added bonus of her looking so relaxed and content, which is always nice to see. While she gets comfortable, he goes through the motions of undressing and redressing. His concession to the warmer room is short sleeves and pants in a lighter fabric. Soon enough, he joins her on the bed, gaze flicking down to her half-bared legs as he leans back. ]

[wraithes]

[ she grins a little, and though she averts her eyes for his undressing, she does seem to be more comfortable. more relaxed. and she remains where she is when he sits down, watching him thoughtfully before she scoots herself to sit next to him, folding her legs once more once she's shoulder to shoulder with him. ]

Today was a good day.

[ which feels like an obvious thing to say, but it's really the first time in a long time that inej can remember enjoying the day without anything really weighing on her shoulders. even in the fallout of the van eck job, in the tenuous weeks between nina leaving and obtaining her ship, had been miserable in that she didn't really speak to kaz.

vacation feels nice. as does relaxing. she should probably do it more often. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ When she scoots next to him, he relaxes, now so used to her leaning against him that he doesn't feel an ounce of nerves or nausea. He curls a loose arm around her waist, something he's been wanting to do all day. They'd been moving around too much, going in and out of shops, trying on the occasional pair of pants or a shirt.

But like she says: a good day, to which he hums his assent to. ]

Seemed like you had a good conversation with that shop owner—Kinjal?

[wraithes]

[ the arm around her waist is becoming a comfort, and inej leans her head against his shoulder. comfortable to relax while they wait for the food to be brought to their room.

at mention of the woman, inej makes an amused noise, closing her eyes to soak up the warmth and the feeling of his arm on her waist. ]

Kinjal. [ it's a subtle correction of emphasis on the syllables, drawing out the ah sound just a little. ] She wanted to know whether I was visiting with the caravan. And once I said no, she had sixteen follow-up questions.

[ but she doesn't sound too bothered by that, her lips curving into a faint smile at the thought. ]

She mostly wanted to know why I was in town with a rich man from Kerch.

[ketterdamn]

[ This is definitely approaching a comfort that he's loathe to part from. He knows he'll have to get up at some point, to answer the door. While he could wave the service in, he doesn't want anyone else seeing Inej's short-clad legs. Is that weird? Maybe. She's been through enough people staring, is his logic. ]

Kinjal. [ He repeats the correction slowly, feeling the difference in how the syllables fall. His eyebrows go up as she continues on the topic, partially amused. ]

And what did you end up telling her?

[wraithes]

[ a soft hmmm. ]

She wanted to know if I needed help, and I said no.

[ suli girls are frequently kidnapped and lost. no one tended to care, when they went missing, because they live such a nomadic life. inej is certain the ravkan government didn't particularly care when she went missing. they usually didn't. so the suli have to look out for their own, more often than not. ]

I said we were in the city on a vacation, and that I could break your fingers without much effort. She seemed to feel better, after that.

[ inej also told her that they were there together, but that feels like a weird thing to have to explain, for some reason. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Ah. Things click into place when she says that and he's momentarily jumping back to when they'd first gone into the shop. There'd been something like a tension that had eventually dispersed. Probably after he was deemed a non-threat.

It does have him pressing his mouth in a thin line, considering the people that had taken Inej away to begin with. The ones that still steal Suli children—easy targets because of how divorced from larger cities they usually are.

He squeezes her a little tighter to himself, briefly. ] You could do more than break my fingers.

[ Which she's probably aware of but it can't hurt to say aloud. ]

[wraithes]

[ she can feel the tension in his posture, as he gently squeezes her closer, and inej opens her eyes to tilt her head up slightly, to look at his expression, brow furrowing for half a moment before resuming her position to rest her head on his shoulder. ]

I know.

[ mildly, but she pauses, allowing that to hang in the air before continuing. ]

I am fine.

[ truthfully, as she carefully unfolds her legs out from underneath herself to stretch them out, crossing her legs at the ankles, her eyes still closed as she makes herself comfortable. ]