Aww. There's a romantic sap under all that stuffy science jargon, after all. Makes me wish I could be there to kiss ya both when the New Year turns over.
[Venkman glances briefly at the clock on his Pokegear, an affectionate grin on his face. A grin that very quickly slips away, replaced by mild panic. He leans into the Pokegear and grips it urgently, displacing Garfield and nearly dropping his beer in the process.]
Oh shit- shit! It's 12:03, we missed it- quick, make out with each other, it's not too late!
[Garfield squirms away from him and hops onto the table as Venkman doubles over, wheezing with laughter as he rests his head on the table's edge.]
I thought- I thought you stopped that in undergrad- oh my GOD-
[He bangs a fist on the table, his shoulders shaking as he keeps giggling at Spengler's expense. The Pokegear shifts a bit at the impact, and the Litten sticks its face into the camera, peering at Ray and Egon with interest.
After a few more moments, Venkman finally manages to look up again, grinning widely.]
Does this mean- does this mean our Egon still calls it that, too, and I just don't know about it? Because when we find him again, I'm teasing the hell out of him for this.
[A vaguely horrified expression appears on Spengler's face as he slowly starts to sink out of view from the camera. He's muttering something under his breath--]
--merely a lapse in judgement under the influences of ethanol, known for its ability to lower mental inhibitions, and even so, it would still be an accurate descriptor of such behavior--
[He doesn't answer Peter's question, nor does he seem to realize that he's asked a question. Congrats. You've killed Egon.]
[Egon's reaction just spurs on another fit of drunken giggling.]
Spengs, I dunno if you've noticed, but I don't think either of us ever kissed the other version of you with the intent of, uh- [He looks at Garfield. Venkman puts the bottle down and reaches over to gently cover the Litten's ears.] mating in the traditional sense. Since, that usually implies there's a baby at the end, right? That's like, the definition of "mating". [He'd do airquotes if his hands weren't occupied.]
You're a stickler for using the right terms for stuff, so you can't go around using an inaccurate term, right? How about copulation rituals? Coupling, pairing...? Or, even better- fornication rituals.
[He's very clearly just trying to get under Egon's skin at this point. At least he whispers the last words so that hopefully none of the Pokemon can pick it up.]
Anyway, I think this is the closest we've come to having kids. And it's about as close as I want to come to having kids.
... Speaking of, Ray, put your weird animals in their containment things and kiss Spengler for me, before he digs a bigger hole for himself.
[Ray had actually been busy burring his face into his hands for the past few minutes. He wasn't exactly shy but between the alcohol and Venkman's teasing, it was hard not to get a little flustered.
And honestly he was starting to wonder if Venkman forgot he was here before he calls his name. Ray sits up a little straight as he seems a little offended by that remark.]
They're not weird! They're my children, Pete.
[But he takes out his Pokéballs anyway. He first turns to Jackie and wishes her a good night and a happy new year, before kissing her on the forehead. She whines slightly but gets into her Pokéball with no issue.
Ray then gently pats Dickens (who was still on Egon's hair sleeping) before also wishing him a happy new year and putting him in his Pokéball too.
[Throughout Venkman's talking, Egin makes a few noises in protest, intermingled with "Well," and "That's not--" and so on and so forth. He eventually gives up, slumping against Ray for both physical and emotional support.
Upon being asked, Egon nods in response to Ray, still struggling to come up with a complete sentence. Needless to say, his ability to form coherent thought had long flown out the window when Venkman began to talk.
...He holds out two Pokéballs to Ray, and gestures towards Faraday and Doppler.]
...Please.
[A pause as an idea hits him and he slowly lifts his head to look at the PokéGear.]
Well, if you're so insistent on me using correct terms, perhaps I should use fornication rituals as a term from now on.
[Ray takes the Pokéballs from Egon and puts Faraday and Doppler away, giving Faraday a gentle pat on the head and a "Happy New Year" to her and just... awkwardly tossing the Pokéball at Doppler, worried about the possibility of getting bitten by him.
And then he hears about the "fornication ritual" again and he wants to Die.]
Egie please, I love you but I really don't want to think about the possibilities of "fornication rituals" when we're camping out in freezing weather.
[But Ray still completely loves him so he's going to gently kiss him on the lips the moment he's certain all of the Pokémon are put away.]
[Venkman roles his eyes, stupid grin still plastered on his face.]
Sure, Spengs. Least it doesn't kill the mood as bad as "mating rituals" does. But please don't use that word around anyone that's not us. Ever.
... Actually, please do, but tell me ahead of time. I wanna record it for posterity. I wanna see people's reactions.
[And then Ray kisses Egon, and he just. Moves his hands that are over Garfield's ears to cover his eyes instead. Don't look at your other new dads kissing, you're just a baby.]
You know, its like, 12:10 now. You guys are pretty late, now- gotta make up for it.
[Egon's eyes widen a bit when Ray kisses him--after all, this is still one of the first few times he's kissed an alternate version of one of his boyfriends. It's...familiar, though, and he almost immediately relaxes. After a few moments, he pulls away, draping an arm around Ray's shoulders.
He's...Good lord, is he grinning? What the hell, Spengler?]
As I said earlier, time is relative.
[And he plants another gentle kiss on Ray's lips.]
[Ray grins back. It's weird but it's warm and familiar and Egon. Even if they ended up missing it by a few minutes, he's glad he's ringing in the new year like this.
Before Egon gives him another kiss, however, Ray can't help but speak up.]
You know, I think you might be a better kisser than Venkman.
Hey! That's not fair, I can't even prove you wrong from here!
[Venkman pouts, crossing his arms and glaring into the camera. The Litten looks up, eyes suddenly uncovered, and peers in on the Pokegear again. Venkman immediately scoops him back up.]
Noooo you don't. Nah-uh. I don't think you're even old enough to be traumatized by seeing your dads- by seeing them kiss, but no.
Well, you'll have to come track us down to prove it, won't you?
[He crumples up the empty can of beer and places it in his bag for later disposal. Spengler ignores Peter trying to save the newlyborn cat and inches closer to Ray for warmth.]
...Perhaps it is best if we sleep soon. The last few hours of the year have been truly enjoyable.
That's the plan, Spengs. Just gotta figure out how to get to Saffron without going broke first. Gonna try to leave this hotel in the morning, I think, and then I gotta hike to... Viridian Forest, which'll take at least a couple days. And the forest at least a week to get through, according to the maps.
[Venkman sighs a little over-dramatically, dragging a hand over his face. Garfield reaches out and baps him on the face with his paw, leaving it there for several seconds.]
This'll be my last day in civilization for a while, I guess. Gonna miss it. At least I've got two fire-type things.
... Neither of you die out there in the cold. I'll never forgive ya.
...There's always Valentine's Day. Though I loathe to think of what capitalistic ventures this dimension has come up with to encourage heterosexual m-- [He stops.] --relationships.
[He takes off his glasses and places them on top of his bag, curling up next to Ray like a cat. Lately, he's been getting a lot more sleep than 14 minutes a day. He's not sure if it's a good change or not, but...at least Ray is there, too.]
I dunno, I think it could be fun. Even if this dimension celebrates the same basic holidays as our own, seeing this dimension's personal traditions to Valentines Day could be fun to experience in itself!
[Ray curls up against Egon as well.]
Night Pete, make sure you don't die out in the cold too, okay? I would never forgive myself if you died because I decided not to stick around New Bark Town a little while longer.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ghoststanning) wrote2018-12-26 08:12 pm
no subject
Aww. There's a romantic sap under all that stuffy science jargon, after all. Makes me wish I could be there to kiss ya both when the New Year turns over.
[Venkman glances briefly at the clock on his Pokegear, an affectionate grin on his face. A grin that very quickly slips away, replaced by mild panic. He leans into the Pokegear and grips it urgently, displacing Garfield and nearly dropping his beer in the process.]
Oh shit- shit! It's 12:03, we missed it- quick, make out with each other, it's not too late!
no subject
[And then he hears the part about it being past midnight]
We missed it?! Damn, first Christmas and now th- [Wait what?!] Pete you can’t tell us to make out on the spot! There are children here.
[The children are his Pokémon.]
no subject
Yes, children-- [He clears his throat and coughs.] I do not think partaking in that extreme aspect of a mating ritual would be--would be good.
[His words just left his brain. Bye. He fiddles with his glasses again.]
Then again, time is relative.
no subject
[Garfield squirms away from him and hops onto the table as Venkman doubles over, wheezing with laughter as he rests his head on the table's edge.]
I thought- I thought you stopped that in undergrad- oh my GOD-
[He bangs a fist on the table, his shoulders shaking as he keeps giggling at Spengler's expense. The Pokegear shifts a bit at the impact, and the Litten sticks its face into the camera, peering at Ray and Egon with interest.
After a few more moments, Venkman finally manages to look up again, grinning widely.]
Does this mean- does this mean our Egon still calls it that, too, and I just don't know about it? Because when we find him again, I'm teasing the hell out of him for this.
no subject
--merely a lapse in judgement under the influences of ethanol, known for its ability to lower mental inhibitions, and even so, it would still be an accurate descriptor of such behavior--
[He doesn't answer Peter's question, nor does he seem to realize that he's asked a question. Congrats. You've killed Egon.]
nsfw text. im apology
Spengs, I dunno if you've noticed, but I don't think either of us ever kissed the other version of you with the intent of, uh- [He looks at Garfield. Venkman puts the bottle down and reaches over to gently cover the Litten's ears.] mating in the traditional sense. Since, that usually implies there's a baby at the end, right? That's like, the definition of "mating". [He'd do airquotes if his hands weren't occupied.]
You're a stickler for using the right terms for stuff, so you can't go around using an inaccurate term, right? How about copulation rituals? Coupling, pairing...? Or, even better- fornication rituals.
[He's very clearly just trying to get under Egon's skin at this point. At least he whispers the last words so that hopefully none of the Pokemon can pick it up.]
Anyway, I think this is the closest we've come to having kids. And it's about as close as I want to come to having kids.
... Speaking of, Ray, put your weird animals in their containment things and kiss Spengler for me, before he digs a bigger hole for himself.
i come back from a movie to This
And honestly he was starting to wonder if Venkman forgot he was here before he calls his name. Ray sits up a little straight as he seems a little offended by that remark.]
They're not weird! They're my children, Pete.
[But he takes out his Pokéballs anyway. He first turns to Jackie and wishes her a good night and a happy new year, before kissing her on the forehead. She whines slightly but gets into her Pokéball with no issue.
Ray then gently pats Dickens (who was still on Egon's hair sleeping) before also wishing him a happy new year and putting him in his Pokéball too.
Finally he turns to Egon and he hesitates.]
You alright with this, Spengs?
we love u blank. also nsfw text god
Upon being asked, Egon nods in response to Ray, still struggling to come up with a complete sentence. Needless to say, his ability to form coherent thought had long flown out the window when Venkman began to talk.
...He holds out two Pokéballs to Ray, and gestures towards Faraday and Doppler.]
...Please.
[A pause as an idea hits him and he slowly lifts his head to look at the PokéGear.]
Well, if you're so insistent on me using correct terms, perhaps I should use fornication rituals as a term from now on.
[Is that a smirk?]
nsfw text help us
And then he hears about the "fornication ritual" again and he wants to Die.]
Egie please, I love you but I really don't want to think about the possibilities of "fornication rituals" when we're camping out in freezing weather.
[But Ray still completely loves him so he's going to gently kiss him on the lips the moment he's certain all of the Pokémon are put away.]
no subject
Sure, Spengs. Least it doesn't kill the mood as bad as "mating rituals" does. But please don't use that word around anyone that's not us. Ever.
... Actually, please do, but tell me ahead of time. I wanna record it for posterity. I wanna see people's reactions.
[And then Ray kisses Egon, and he just. Moves his hands that are over Garfield's ears to cover his eyes instead. Don't look at your other new dads kissing, you're just a baby.]
You know, its like, 12:10 now. You guys are pretty late, now- gotta make up for it.
no subject
He's...Good lord, is he grinning? What the hell, Spengler?]
As I said earlier, time is relative.
[And he plants another gentle kiss on Ray's lips.]
no subject
Before Egon gives him another kiss, however, Ray can't help but speak up.]
You know, I think you might be a better kisser than Venkman.
[Yeah he's joining in on the Venkman torture.]
no subject
[Venkman pouts, crossing his arms and glaring into the camera. The Litten looks up, eyes suddenly uncovered, and peers in on the Pokegear again. Venkman immediately scoops him back up.]
Noooo you don't. Nah-uh. I don't think you're even old enough to be traumatized by seeing your dads- by seeing them kiss, but no.
no subject
[He crumples up the empty can of beer and places it in his bag for later disposal. Spengler ignores Peter trying to save the newlyborn cat and inches closer to Ray for warmth.]
...Perhaps it is best if we sleep soon. The last few hours of the year have been truly enjoyable.
[Said in a completely flat tone.]
no subject
Perhaps. I had a blast tonight with you two.
And to you too, Garfield! I can't wait to finally meet you in person.
no subject
That's the plan, Spengs. Just gotta figure out how to get to Saffron without going broke first. Gonna try to leave this hotel in the morning, I think, and then I gotta hike to... Viridian Forest, which'll take at least a couple days. And the forest at least a week to get through, according to the maps.
[Venkman sighs a little over-dramatically, dragging a hand over his face. Garfield reaches out and baps him on the face with his paw, leaving it there for several seconds.]
This'll be my last day in civilization for a while, I guess. Gonna miss it. At least I've got two fire-type things.
... Neither of you die out there in the cold. I'll never forgive ya.
no subject
[He takes off his glasses and places them on top of his bag, curling up next to Ray like a cat. Lately, he's been getting a lot more sleep than 14 minutes a day. He's not sure if it's a good change or not, but...at least Ray is there, too.]
Please keep in touch. Good night, Peter.
no subject
[Ray curls up against Egon as well.]
Night Pete, make sure you don't die out in the cold too, okay? I would never forgive myself if you died because I decided not to stick around New Bark Town a little while longer.