I'll admit, mass-producing items from existing materials does sound inconvenient to our people. So much easier to create things out of aether, already tailored to one's physique or requirements... Though to be fair, 'tis not as though I am all that skilled at shaping aether. Then again, not that I have much need of it, not with Hades around.
[Grins shamelessly, extremely proud of mooching off his friend. And he gives Irhya a sly look as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, because--]
Oh, I do not. But I imagine you would need the assistance of a stepladder if you tried to help me.
[Yes, he's going to be a little shit and once again enjoy his height superiority over everyone.]
[She crosses her arms, staring up at him. Even though she'd been about to remark that they must do a lot for each other, that comment sours her tongue, though she's far from angry.]
You better behave yourself or I'll have to help you with the half I can definitely reach. No stepladders necessary.
[Her posture loosens after a moment, though; it's hard to hold a threat against him for long.]
I imagine making things from actual materials is a rare skill, then. At the very least, you and I are in the same boat when it comes to that; I've had trouble directing aether in the past without the aid of a focus of some sort, like a cane. I used to be a healer, but it proved more troublesome than it was worth for me.
Oh, would you be so kind? It's been a little while since I've had someone else undress me.
[For better or for worse, he does have a "jokey" reply to the threat. Though he understands the implications of what kind of "help" Irhya means, after being around Hades so much he automatically ups the shameless stakes. At the same time, he'll start unbuttoning his shirt.]
Oh? I suppose that would explain why you have knowledge of healing. I'd assumed it was merely part of adventuring - always a good idea, according to Azem. But I must say I'm heartened to hear I'm not the only one who is not an endless fount of aether.
[She gives him an evaluating look before undoing his belt in the most emphatic performance she can pull off. If he keeps going like that, it'll be a wonder if they don't kick them out of the store.]
Well, it's not incorrect advice. But I had originally intended to dedicate myself to it. I just... ended up liking swordplay better.
[Then, a smirk. She times it to just when she manages to pull down the zipper.]
Anyway, I have my doubts you haven't been undressed by someone else lately. You live with Hades, I should point out.
[He laughs as well, though his trademark "fufufu" is on the quieter side. But perhaps all the more smug for it. And, as if to up the stakes, he leans down a little - lower than necessary for simply looking at her, not low enough to make it obviously suggestive.]
I fear I am yet unfamiliar with many of the mortal ways. What context do you call it when you are in close, and closed, quarters with a naked man?
[Oh, she's capable of being good and actually accomplishing the purpose they set out here for. But she doesn't want to, not when his smile is so smug and kissable...
Irhya reaches a hand tentatively to brush a thumb over his cheek, unable to contain the grin on her own face.]
Well, this isn't entirely fair, though. Perhaps I should've gone and picked something out too...
[She stops to feign consideration. Very, very carefully.]
Hm...
[...And then picks her head up and goes for it, putting her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to kiss him, murmuring her denial just before they make contact.]
Nah.
[As fun as that is, she can do it on her own time. Having a piece of his time is more fun right now.
Gods, the people working there are gonna hate them. Oh well.]
[ Hythlodaeus chuckles briefly in amusement at the joke, winding an arm around Irhya's waist - in part to support her, what with the height difference. The other hand he rests on the back of her head, stroking through her hair playfully as he kisses back with a soft, satisfied hum. Well, at least the fitting room curtain saves the employees having to directly witness them making out, right? So it's legal. ]
[Not that a lack of privacy would stop her. Irhya spends a good, long time with his mouth until the need to breathe nags at her enough to back off, but even then, she's grinning like a minx. There is going to be trouble, and she's just glad he welcomes it.]
Well, since you're already in the correct state for it... I suppose it would be a shame not to take advantage, right?
[As for what "it" is, that becomes clear when her hands start gliding down his sides towards his loose pants, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his smalls. She gazes sweetly up at him, eyes rounded and sparkling, vying for permission.]
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[Grins shamelessly, extremely proud of mooching off his friend. And he gives Irhya a sly look as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, because--]
Oh, I do not. But I imagine you would need the assistance of a stepladder if you tried to help me.
[Yes, he's going to be a little shit and once again enjoy his height superiority over everyone.]
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[She crosses her arms, staring up at him. Even though she'd been about to remark that they must do a lot for each other, that comment sours her tongue, though she's far from angry.]
You better behave yourself or I'll have to help you with the half I can definitely reach. No stepladders necessary.
[Her posture loosens after a moment, though; it's hard to hold a threat against him for long.]
I imagine making things from actual materials is a rare skill, then. At the very least, you and I are in the same boat when it comes to that; I've had trouble directing aether in the past without the aid of a focus of some sort, like a cane. I used to be a healer, but it proved more troublesome than it was worth for me.
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[For better or for worse, he does have a "jokey" reply to the threat. Though he understands the implications of what kind of "help" Irhya means, after being around Hades so much he automatically ups the shameless stakes. At the same time, he'll start unbuttoning his shirt.]
Oh? I suppose that would explain why you have knowledge of healing. I'd assumed it was merely part of adventuring - always a good idea, according to Azem. But I must say I'm heartened to hear I'm not the only one who is not an endless fount of aether.
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Well, it's not incorrect advice. But I had originally intended to dedicate myself to it. I just... ended up liking swordplay better.
[Then, a smirk. She times it to just when she manages to pull down the zipper.]
Anyway, I have my doubts you haven't been undressed by someone else lately. You live with Hades, I should point out.
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I do. But it does not mean I allow him to undress me.
[The implications as to who wears the pants in that relationship are probably obvious enough. Even if Hyth is about to stop wearing pants.]
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I sort of thought as much, but good to know anyway. I suppose I should be honored, then.
[Pulling herself together, she drops his pants once they come loose and then stands on tiptoe to get as close as she can, smiling sweetly.]
Though... perhaps this is a different context?
[With an added note of, "is it really that different?" tinging her tone at the end.]
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I fear I am yet unfamiliar with many of the mortal ways. What context do you call it when you are in close, and closed, quarters with a naked man?
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[Oh, she's capable of being good and actually accomplishing the purpose they set out here for. But she doesn't want to, not when his smile is so smug and kissable...
Irhya reaches a hand tentatively to brush a thumb over his cheek, unable to contain the grin on her own face.]
Well, this isn't entirely fair, though. Perhaps I should've gone and picked something out too...
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Just ask EmetHe tips his head into the touch slightly, giving her another smirk.]
You could go get something now, mayhap... but you'd have to leave me all alone. And who knows what I'll get up to while you're gone?
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Hm...
[...And then picks her head up and goes for it, putting her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to kiss him, murmuring her denial just before they make contact.]
Nah.
[As fun as that is, she can do it on her own time. Having a piece of his time is more fun right now.
Gods, the people working there are gonna hate them. Oh well.]
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Well, since you're already in the correct state for it... I suppose it would be a shame not to take advantage, right?
[As for what "it" is, that becomes clear when her hands start gliding down his sides towards his loose pants, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his smalls. She gazes sweetly up at him, eyes rounded and sparkling, vying for permission.]