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[Kimblee has just kind of accepted this sort of thing, regarding those odd weekends where, for some completely arbitrary reason, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts (assuming that no one happens to get in the way of the explosions he's usually laying down); however, this time around he hasn't seen Archer all weekend, he's been unbelievably agitated for some reason he can't work out, and about the only saving grace is that he seems to have awakened in the Lake of Rage area today.

He can't say he minds.

He's got his gloves off today, if anyone is in the immediate area through either intent or chance; surprisingly, he isn't transmuting...obviously, though what he's doing makes it rather clear that something's going on before too long - he's never been any sort of particular genius when it comes to chemistry, but he knows certain things when he sees them, and he's currently picking up rocks along the shore, appearing to assess them as he holds them before a flash of blue fires off and he throws the result into the water.

It's surprisingly easy to get a good transference going, to get sodium out of the rocks by the waterfront; of course, sodium in water is known to make one hell of a bang. Admittedly, it's not a very aesthetically pleasing bang, but he's working on it, okay.

Of course, there are some other signs in the area that his activities haven't been quite so docile (if blowing up the surface of a lake filled with terrifying sea serpents can be considered docile); there are some rather impressive swaths cut into the ground by what look like something ripping it all up from within. However, for the time being he seems pretty content to be bored, seeming to have calmed down from the earlier...fit that caused all that; he'll be having at the whole sodium thing for a while tonight.

Granted, for those not in the area, he'll be showing up over the device later - not via video, but via text, as per usual.]

I trust you've all been enjoying playing with your toys. Some of my most prized ones weren't returned to me this time around; I'm assuming this means they're still in the region somewhere.

I imagine I'll find them eventually.

However, for the time being I find that I really can't complain; the most relevant part of what I can do is functional again, and if I had to select between having my abilities with no enhancements and no abilities at all, choosing the latter to spite the former would be tantamount to solving the problem of a low doorway by cutting off my head.

Indulge me in my curiosity, however: were things like this weekend to be something controllable, something you could do at will, what would you bring here and what sort of abilities would you retain from you world - given power like this on a regular basis, what would you do with it?

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[He definitely knows that. He knows because you've told him approximately a million and a half times since they started dating, and he's only just recently started responding and he's since been told that responding that way is a really bad idea for a reason he still doesn't quite understand. It's not something he can ask about, either; at this point it seems akin to confessing that you've forgotten someone's name while you're standing next to them at the damn altar.

He breaks the kiss off eventually, however, though he does pull back on Isaac's hair again once he's done so; he's going to have to break the embrace off sometime soon - he doesn't mind it too much, for the most part, but Isaac has a way of holding on for too long and making him claustrophobic - but for the time being he's reasonably all right with being held still.]

[Isaac gasps, wincing a bit at the pain, but his expression is still pleased. Kimblee doesn't find this weird and Kimblee doesn't judge him for this and Kimblee even indulges him with this. It means so much to Isaac and he's never sure if he's gotten that across to Kimblee, which is why he needs to tell him so often.

He tips his head back a bit to lean into Kimblee's touch, then after a moment he pulls sharply forward. He's a bit impatient and he enjoys the pain, so why not initiate it himself?]

[...okay, that seems to amuse him, good lord.]

Feeling impatient, are you?

J-just a bit.

[He grins at that though, clearly pleased.]

Mm...I would say something regarding patience as a virtue, but somehow I think I'm the last person to be talking about things like that.

[Have another sharp jerk back, you.]

Yeah, you--

[Well, he's cut off with a very pleased sound there. God that feels good.]

I thought as much.

I imagine you want to make the most of the weekend, then?

Yeah, I'd like that.

[He grins at that, incredibly pleased with what Kimblee's implying.]

Excellent, then.

[Kimblee falls silent for a moment after that, continuing to play with Isaac's hair, though he doesn't jerk back as hard as he has been; for a moment he's debating saying anything further - he's been told that he shouldn't, and somewhere in there he knows that he shouldn't, but just the same, it's only for the weekend...and really, what business is it of Locke's, anyway?]

I love you, you know.

[As usual when he lies, he can't look at Isaac when he says it; his expression is gentle, however, and he keeps his gaze low - hopefully mistaken for being mildly embarrassed at the admission than unable to tell the truth about it.]

[Isaac doesn't rush Kimblee, instead waiting for him to either speak or continue with that hair-tugging, either way he's content to wait. When Kimblee finally does speak, Isaac lights up and grins happily.]

I love you too! You mean so much to me, Kimblee!

[He's always pleased to hear it, no matter how shy Kimblee is about saying it. That just makes it cuter, in his opinion.]

[...oh my god, Isaac...

Well, that went better than he'd thought it might, anyway.]

Yes, well. You're being very endearing about it.

[Well that causes him to turn red.]

I am not...!

[But he knows there's no arguing with Kimblee.]

[Absolutely none!]

The blush isn't helping your case, I'm afraid~

[MAKLENRLKSEFS

YOU DON'T MIND IF HE JUST

BURIES HIS FACE IN YOUR SHOULDER, RIGHT]

[He laughs a bit, though the sound is gentle, and he strokes Isaac's hair once he realizes what's going on.]

Oh, come now. There's no need to be so embarrassed.

I--!

[...am not managing words right now, thanks. Just let him hug on you tighter, alright.]

[As amusing as this is, he's aware that a lack of words and a tightening grip are signs that he should back off; he does so willingly, at least on the teasing front - he's rather content to keep playing with Isaac's hair.]

I've missed you; it's so good to get to see you again.

[The words are simple, repetitive, but he doesn't seem to mind offering that for the time being.]

[That goes a long way to get Isaac to calm down. He loosens his grip a bit on Kimblee but doesn't let go entirely.]

Yeah? I'm glad.

[...]

Not that you missed me! I mean, I suppose I'd be kind of upset if you didn't, but that isn't what I meant!

[...orz]

[...oh dear. Is this panicking, it looks like panicking...]

I know what you meant, Isaac, it's all right.

[You know him too well...]

Y-yeah.

[...orz]

I'm glad you knew what I meant, at least.

[It's more that he knows that expression too well - but after over a year spending time with you and almost a year dating, he'd be a bit of a disgrace if he couldn't read you, wouldn't he?

Now come on, Isaac, give him some of the orz, you're going to sink the boat.]

Are you all right?

[Well. Well, yes... but he's very fond of those orz, alright.]

Yeah, I'm fine. You know how I get.

[He's still a bit embarrassed, but that's something he can handle.]

Of course I do.

[And judging from the lightness in his tone, he doesn't mind at all. He reaches out to lay a hand along the side of Isaac's face; he's smiling a bit again.

As much as Isaac's social failure tends to frustrate him at times, when it comes down to it, he finds that he doesn't mind dealing with it; there's something rewarding about it.]

You know I'm fine with it; don't worry so much.

[Isaac returns that smile, once again tightening his grip on Kimblee. He loves Kimblee more than he can ever possibly say, not just because Kimblee is so good to him, but because Kimblee understands him, which is something he's never really had before, especially not in a partner.]

Yeah, I do. Thanks. It... really means a lot to me.

[Kimblee has to wonder if Isaac knows that the main reason he continued to exist for so long was because he's learned early on how to understand how other people work - primarily, how to tell them what they wanted to hear, nothing more, nothing less; somehow, he suspects that even if Isaac knows, he hasn't put any of the pieces together yet. Maybe he doesn't want to; maybe he doesn't realize that there's a larger picture to get.

Kimblee isn't inclined to give him any hints, either way.

He lets himself settle against Isaac, resisting the urge to try to push away for the time being and offering a soft but noncommittal sound in response to Isaac's words; he knows, hon.]

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