[ 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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[Look. You take what you can get here when it comes to indulging your nerd hobbies. Jeff hesitates, before twisting to close the distance between them again. He catches the side of David's face, kissing him soundly, before he leans back and resumes the conversation.]
[ he's a little giddy with the affection, couldn't stop smiling if he tried, and he ducks his head to try to hide just how true that is with the way his smile widens at that kiss. ]
[ and waves a hand dismissively at jeff's concerns. ]
[ david has plenty to be embarrassed about, but dumb, drunk conversations are only to be appreciated. even if the topic is... stealing feathers from a vulture to make art supplies? ]
[ anyway. ]
[ he lifts his head to give jeff a confused look. it does get his hackles up a little, but david pushes past that. ]
Yeah. Me, either. Well - loving dogs aside, I guess.
[Jeff had short relationships. None that lasted extraordinarily long, but he'd dated enough people to know he's drawn mostly to kindness, to a capacity for empathy more than any other specific traits.]
[ that one's a joke just for himself and he clearly finds it funny judging by the look on his face, but he's done talking about the chance they might not be into this when they sober up and leans toward jeff for another kiss. that seems like a much better use of his mouth to him. ]
[It's at this point Jeff will mostly give up on the self control front and probably just make out with David until one of them calls it quits or they're interrupted by literally any other survivor🤷♂️
He can think of (and has lived through) a million worse ways to pass time in the fog.]
[ david is strongly on-board with that plan, even doing his part to help out by moving to get as close to jeff as he can without literally climbing on him. maybe some other time. ]
[ he's of a similar mind, fully intending to do this until circumstances make them stop. so probably until drunken tiredness takes a turn for sleepy that they can't come back from, if david has his way. ]
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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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Worth a shot.
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Holding you responsible if I lose a finger.
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[ and waves a hand dismissively at jeff's concerns. ]
Ah, it'll come back.
[ well-- ]
Probably.
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Probably shouldn't risk my livelihood on a 'probably.'
[He lapses into silence, before adding-]
You know. I didn't really think I was your, uh - type.
[This has nothing to do with David being into guys, and everything to do with Jeff just thinking David wouldn't really be into an arty metalhead.]
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[ anyway. ]
[ he lifts his head to give jeff a confused look. it does get his hackles up a little, but david pushes past that. ]
How d'you mean?
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Uh. Nerdy metalheads, I guess.
[And, well, yeah, sure - he hadn't expected David to be into guys, but most people didn't expect him to be, either.]
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Don't think I really have a type.
[ he's spent most of his life in an on/off relationship with one guy while dating women he can't stand, he hasn't had a chance to develop a type. ]
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[Jeff had short relationships. None that lasted extraordinarily long, but he'd dated enough people to know he's drawn mostly to kindness, to a capacity for empathy more than any other specific traits.]
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[ does that sound like a joke? he means for it to, but he winces a little once the words are out of his mouth. ]
... That was a joke.
[ saved it. ]
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Well. Maybe. Regardless, he shakes his head.]
Hey, same goes to you. Maybe you'll remember you hate beards.
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[ that one's a joke just for himself and he clearly finds it funny judging by the look on his face, but he's done talking about the chance they might not be into this when they sober up and leans toward jeff for another kiss. that seems like a much better use of his mouth to him. ]
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He can think of (and has lived through) a million worse ways to pass time in the fog.]
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[ he's of a similar mind, fully intending to do this until circumstances make them stop. so probably until drunken tiredness takes a turn for sleepy that they can't come back from, if david has his way. ]