towerofanimus | Movie Night

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Movie Night

Characters: Signless and The Grand Highblood Subjugglator
Setting: The media room on Floor 14
Format: Action
Summary: This is a bit backdated, to this day. Signless has designated today to be "No Culling" day and he and GHB are going to watch movies in an ill-advised attempt to keep GHB entertained.
Warnings: Possible (probable?) violence.

[Signless is already waiting, sorting through movies to find something that will hopefully appeal to the violent troll. Something blackrom, probably, but maybe with a redroom subplot, so that he can start to introduce the concept of pity to the indigoblood.

This is going to end so badly.

He looks up as the GHB enters and smiles, trying to hide his nervousness]

Hey, you showed up.

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[The highblood gives no fucks as he settles in quite nicely. He can sense the Signless's nervousness through their slight contact, but that only encourages him more to be as space-invadingly annoying as possible. Hell, he can do this all day while watching this movie, which is surprisingly in-depth and interesting enough to keep his attention. if anything, the actors are gods at portraying sea dwellers, even if they were not.

If the Signless thinks this is awkward..... imagine the look on his face when he sees the red subplot unfolding.]

HUH. [Is all he says as he furrows his brow]

[Signless slowly relaxes as the movie goes on. He offers the Highblood the bowl of popcorn.]

Try some.

[He grins up at the bigger troll, still holding out the bowl]

I know it's unusual. A slave catching the eye of a highblood like that, for anything other than pure lust.

[He manages to pick out a few without overturning the entire bowl with his big fingers, inspects them, then pops them into his mouth. They are...pretty good, he thinks almost begrudgingly.

Unfortunately, the snack isn't enough to overpower the bad taste the scenes leave in his mouth.]

It's downright motherfucking disgusting.

[Hmm, maybe he misfired here. Signless is pretty sure that he's not talking about the popcorn.

He draws a breath. Okay, here goes. He pauses the movie and looks up at the Highblood.]

What's wrong?

You really all have to ask? Motherfucking seadwelling bitches must be fucked in the sponge to be even all considering that sort of bullshit. Mixing with the bluebloods, I can all see, but rustbloods-- [He grimaces, though he's extremely glad that his relationship with a certain rustblood is most definitely not red]

Just can't see the motherfucking appeal, mixing the genes of a superior blood with those of such utterly motherfucking inferior ones. Keep it rollin', brother. [He nods impatiently to the screen.]

Sometimes love doesn't listen to blood. He didn't expect to feel that kind of thing for someone of her blood, either, but he got to know her and pitied her.

Not that hard to pity a lowblood, wouldn't you think? Considering everything we go through, just because of our blood colour.

[He smiles up at the Highblood, and unpauses the movie]

[The Signless's words rattle around in his head for a while, and it brings back some memories of the Signless's death a long time ago, back when he referred to him as The Sufferer, and just couldn't understand his message when he had first heard it. He still can't, and it feels like those days all over again.]

Hn. It'll take more than some motherfucking suffering to get ME to pity any motherfucker...

[Other people smiling at him still feels weird. Weird in a bad way, he thinks, and watches the movie in distracted silence for a bit. He keeps stealing glances over at the Signless from the corner of his eye, as if expecting him to suddenly start yammering on about his ideals again.

It's sort of ....disturbing?]

[Signless absorbs those words with a quiet sigh and turns back to watch the movie, turning them over like a tarnished piece of jewellery in his mind. Is the Highblood really that incapable of pitying someone?

He's not about to start yammering on at all. Signless will say things if it comes up, but he's always spoken to the receptive. If he can gently work someone around to being receptive, he'll try, but he won't shove his ideals down anyone's throat. He just doesn't think that much of himself.

He's aware of the way the Highblood keeps looking at him, though, and the next time he does he turns to meet his gaze, smiling again]

What?

[When their gaze finally meet, he doesn't look away. Yeah, still smiling. It's one thing when aliens who know so much about you smile at you (like that Molly girl) because they just don't know any better, but when someone that knows who you are and what you're capable of does...it's just...

He's unsure. He wants him to stop, yet at the same time it's sort of a satisfying feeling. Clearly an indulgence that won't allow himself to feel, especially for this mutantblood.

Then without a word, he turns back to the TV, where a particularly steamy scene is taking place between the slave and one of the seadwellers. He raises an eyebrow, but continues being silent. Very awkward silence ensues.]

[Fine, whatever. Signless snorts softly with quiet laughter, and turns back to the TV. If he doesn't want to tell Signless what's on his mind, that's fine. He already has a moirail, after all.

He shifts and gets comfortable, munching on popcorn as he watches the steamy scene unfold with rapt attention]

[The highblood watches with a sort of...disgusted fascination, though he doesn't let it show. He's so absorbed in it, he even absentmindedly reaches for the popcorn, and he sort of makes a mess of it too. Not that he cares.

When the scene ends, he looks over at the Signless, a little confused.]

Was that all motherfucking it?

[Signless blinks in surprise at the question and pauses the movie again so they can talk without missing the next bit. After the scene comes a part where the sea dweller angsts about his relationship with the slave, and what it means, so he doesn't want the Highblood to miss it]

Motherfucking what?

[He shrugs, gesturing with a finger towards the screen.]

Looked a little vanilla, if you all motherfucking know what I mean.

[Eyeroll] It's pity, not hate, remember? They don't want to hurt each other. They want to...to protect, and cherish each other, and make each other feel good.

[defensively!] Hey, bitches can still be all getting motherfucking creative with that shit. Who says a little pain can't feel good?

[elbow nudges the Signless, but even if he's doing it pretty lightly, it might...hurt a little?]

[Signless grunts a bit at the elbow to his ribs.]

Yeah, a bit of pain could feel good. But that's not the point of this scene. It was about not wanting to hurt his slave girl, since she had been hurt so much in her slavery. This was different.

[Well, he gets it. He knows what all goes into making matespritship work, but he just can't seem to muster up much pity himself. He just doesn't feel it here in the scene, and he has his doubts that he'll ever feel it.

Not that he particularly cares...]

Hn. Keep playing.

[Nodding, Signless reaches out to turn on the movie, but pauses and looks up at the Highblood again]

You really don't pity anyone, do you?

[He chuckles a little, meeting the Signless's gaze.]

Nah, it seems that I have all but motherfucking outgrown that shit or something. See, it isn't impossible or nothing, but there were plenty of motherfuckers that couldn't all handle the pity the Grand Highblood all had for them. Shit just doesn't always work out, you know?

[Eyebrows go up] That sounds pretty fucking sad.

[Gives him an odd smile full of teeth, then redirects his attention back to the screen.]

Heh heh, it sure is...but don't you all go around actually feeling motherfucking sad. You don't know the fucking story.

You can tell me about it sometime. I don't mind.

[And he turns the movie back on, settling back to watch]

[A nearly inaudible snort, and he stretches his arms across the back of the couch lazily. Bluh small human-sized couches.]

Sure.

[Fuck, his arm is behind him, almost touching the back of his neck. He grits his teeth, then deliberately relaxes and settles back, letting his head touch the Highblood's arm]

[His arm twitches a little, but there's no sudden movements. Nope. At least...not yet. He's watching the next scene where the sea dweller is blubbering and weh-weh-ing about his feelings.

He taps a claw impatiently into the fabric of the couch, although he doesn't speak up just yet.]

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