[ why is it always the cowboy realm people want to steal stuff from. david laughs, soft and quiet, with a shake of his head. trying to ignore how nice that hand on his knee feels lest he make a fool of himself again. ]
Imagine trying to sneak one of those fuckers out of there. We'd get torn to shit.
[Jeff, meanwhile, is trying to ignore how nice the sound of David's laughter is in his ears. He picks the stick back up, resumes his odd little doodles.]
[ david's still smiling, still amused at this stupid conversation, but also genuine. at least drunkenly so. he certainly thinks he'd wear the fuck out of a vulture feather necklace if jeff made it for him. ]
[He releases his knee after another little squeeze, but just so he can take the stick, add what might be a little necklace to the David he doodled. It's extremely messy, scratched into the dirt and illuminated only by firelight, but he's hoping it gets the point across.]
[ aw he misses that hand on his knee, but the doodle is cute. as messy and scratchy as it is, it's extremely charming. part of david wishes he had a way to take a picture. ]
So, necklace for me. What're you gonna make for yourself?
[Jeff shifts slightly, crossing his legs and leaning forward in a way that results in his leg bumping up against the side of David's. It would be a casual and believable accident if they were like, fourteen.
He's pretty much out of space to add anything else in this little patch of dirt, but he's still contemplating it.]
[ if they were fourteen and hadn't just had a totally awkward and failed kiss, maybe. yeah. but david's more than okay with it, a hand falling to jeff's leg for leverage when he turns to look at him properly, considering this ridiculous hair piece. ]
[ he starts to lift his other hand to jeff's hair, but something about it feels kind of invasive and he stops mid-motion, instead changing tack to lightly tug a lock of his beard instead. ]
[Jeff is used to things being sort of awkward. It didn't really lessen the fact that he'd enjoyed it. And he's pretty certain David did, too; you don't stay this physically close to someone if you didn't, right?
How much can he blame on the empty bottle beside them?]
Probably overdue for a trim, honestly.
[He touches David's wrist, pressure gentle but firm, before slicing bluntly to the heart of it with a courage definitely aided by the drink.]
Are things gonna be too weird later if I kiss you again?
He squeezes David's wrist in his hand, before turning his head to bump another kiss against his mouth. It's slightly clumsy, if only because the angle is sub-optimal, but as long as David doesn't push him away outright, he lingers there.]
[ david does what he can to make it at least a little less clumsy; he's not super coordinated right now, but he tilts his head to meet jeff for that kiss, putting his hand to rest lightly at the side of his neck. ]
[It's been a long time since he's participated in alcohol fueled making out, but Jeff isn't angry about it. David is warm, his hand is comfortable at his neck, and he shifts to angle himself better.
He doesn't mean to do it, and isn't quite sure why, but he laughs abruptly into the kiss, right into David's mouth. He'll be mortified later, and for now he's reaching to catch his shoulder, apologetic.
The smooching part isn't funny. The circumstances kind of are.]
[ the laugh gets a mumble in return, something along the lines of an amused "shut up" against jeff's lips. at least it doesn't send him into another freakout, all things considered it feels like a pretty solid assumption that jeff is into this right now. he could laugh too, truth be told. what a stupid series of events. ]
[The fact that David doesn't freak out is a bonus. Jeff smiles into it despite himself, sliding his hand carefully up the other man's forearm, before he takes a breath and leans back with a look on his face that's fond enough that it'd surprise even himself.]
[ despite himself it really does keep that smile on david's face when he looks back at him, as does the hand on his arm. he feels... warm. and not just because of the booze doing its thing. ]
[And Jeff is going to fluster at that phrasing, visibly embarrassed. He pulls his hair loose and then ties it again, just something to do with his hands.]
Just wouldn't wanna be wasteful.
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[It's that unguarded affection that Jeff doesn't know what to do about, and he grins sheepishly at the fire before David's words register.]
Oh. Huh. Wonder if I could actually.
[One of Jeff's favorite personal pieces is made from a bit of wood he found on the side of the road. The concept of a vulture quill is deeply interesting to him.
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[Sober, Jeff might mean the crows. As drunk as he feels right now, his hand flexes on David's knee and he laughs to himself.]
Big vulture, you know. Spitroast it over the fire. Claudette can find something to season it with, maybe.
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Imagine trying to sneak one of those fuckers out of there. We'd get torn to shit.
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So... exactly the same as every other trial.
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First trial where one of us got killed by the birds though.
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Risk/reward, man. I'll make some jewelry out of the feathers.
[Jeff is actively cracking himself up.]
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[ he leans a little toward jeff when he asks, nudging him lightly with a dumb smirk ]
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Dangly earring, maybe. Mite-ridden vulture feather goes with basically everything, right?
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[ he'd hate it so much but he'd probably wear it all the time. ]
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[This is the dumbest conversation he can think of having, but he's still openly having a good time here.]
Maybe a necklace. Wear it as a threat to the other birds.
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[ david's still smiling, still amused at this stupid conversation, but also genuine. at least drunkenly so. he certainly thinks he'd wear the fuck out of a vulture feather necklace if jeff made it for him. ]
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[He releases his knee after another little squeeze, but just so he can take the stick, add what might be a little necklace to the David he doodled. It's extremely messy, scratched into the dirt and illuminated only by firelight, but he's hoping it gets the point across.]
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So, necklace for me. What're you gonna make for yourself?
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He's pretty much out of space to add anything else in this little patch of dirt, but he's still contemplating it.]
Dunno. Hair piece, maybe? Seems easy enough.
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[ he starts to lift his other hand to jeff's hair, but something about it feels kind of invasive and he stops mid-motion, instead changing tack to lightly tug a lock of his beard instead. ]
Could make it a beard piece, start a new fashion.
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How much can he blame on the empty bottle beside them?]
Probably overdue for a trim, honestly.
[He touches David's wrist, pressure gentle but firm, before slicing bluntly to the heart of it with a courage definitely aided by the drink.]
Are things gonna be too weird later if I kiss you again?
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Doubt it.
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[Relief registers briefly in his eyes.
He squeezes David's wrist in his hand, before turning his head to bump another kiss against his mouth. It's slightly clumsy, if only because the angle is sub-optimal, but as long as David doesn't push him away outright, he lingers there.]
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He doesn't mean to do it, and isn't quite sure why, but he laughs abruptly into the kiss, right into David's mouth. He'll be mortified later, and for now he's reaching to catch his shoulder, apologetic.
The smooching part isn't funny. The circumstances kind of are.]
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So.
[Quietly.]
Just a necklace? Bird's got a lot of feathers.
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[ despite himself it really does keep that smile on david's face when he looks back at him, as does the hand on his arm. he feels... warm. and not just because of the booze doing its thing. ]
You wanna have me trussed up like I'm a bird too?
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Just wouldn't wanna be wasteful.
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Make you a fuckin... A quill or a brush or some shit.
"do jeff and david know we're here or"
Oh. Huh. Wonder if I could actually.
[One of Jeff's favorite personal pieces is made from a bit of wood he found on the side of the road. The concept of a vulture quill is deeply interesting to him.
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