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navel or nipple?

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whose

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yours

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navel then 😊

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kk
give me two hours then come home

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want me to bring anything special
i'm getting chinese for dinner

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fried rice
orange chicken
those little red slices of pork i don't remember what they're called
egg flower soup

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spring or egg rolls

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both??

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wise choice

see you in two hours, loser
i'm bringing the usual booze too

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can you bring me a soda
i don't really want to drink rn

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look at you being unlike me
cream soda or cola

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coke
i've always been more of a weed guy than a drink guy

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want me to get some more weed?

i saw some pink weed the other day
it looked oddly pastel cute

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i'm good but thanks
trying to remember how to be human

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[Listen, humans get trashed too y'know.]

touche
alright, see you soon

[And he'll putter around doing his errands (yay pink weed) and spend the half hour before heading home waiting for two big bags' worth of chinese food to take home. He smokes a cigarette while strolling the way back, bottles of cheap beer clinking together on one side as he slips on in and skips going anywhere but the shared bedroom to dump down the food and shrug off his jacket. On the way, he calls out ahead:]

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe, I'm baaaaaaaaack.

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( there's a table in the room that wasn't there before. just a shitty, cheap plastic fold up one, but it's covered in metal shavings, in sharp objects, with what looks like an oxyacetylene torch resting right on the edge. nothing's hot, and oliver's not even standing by it anymore. instead, he's sitting at the desk with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a small, black navel ring with intricate designs carved into it and lines of shimmering gold threading through the plain black, thin enough to be hard to notice but easy enough to spot if someone's looking for it.

and a pair of clamps with a cannula piercing needle sitting right next to it on the other side of him.

he's wearing pants. which is the most outside-y clothing oliver's worn since the pit. )

You remember the rule, right? If you're going to fucking smoke in here you need to share.

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Are cigarettes a humany thing?

[He laughs around the filter, and steps up closer to Oliver to offer him the second half of his smoke. He's then raking his eyes over the scene, finding himself fascinated as usual with Oliver and his work. Theo could just watch him carve and shape shit indefinitely, fascinated with deft fingers and the concentration that goes along with it. He's looking over the needle next, and drops the food on the corner of the desk; nudges the bottles away from its edge and then looks down at himself to lift up his t-shirt. Navel. Right.]

I like it when you make me pretty shit.

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Cigarettes are the most humany thing to exist.

( might actually be weed, really, but oliver doesn't care about the specifics right now. he leans up to take it when theo offers out the cigarette, pulling it between his lips and inhaling deep before exhaling out his nose.

finishes polishing off the piercing, before he's putting the ball ends of it down on the desk close to where theo has decided to prepare himself to be stabbed. like a good boy. )

Not even going to ask what it does? This one won't come off on it's own. Just as a warning. I have to weld it together on you.

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I figure if you're gonna curse me, you'd do it on a regular day.

[And - maybe that would give him pause coming from someone else, but having a welded together navel piercing from Oliver just feels like a normal thing. Past him would probably hate current Theo's comfort levels with Oliver, having sworn to never let his guard down but hey. Here he is. He's gotta make it up to past-self, so after a beat he gives a shrug and asks:]

But what does it do?

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It's a protective charm. Against ill intent.

( raising the needle up with the bar inside of it, to tape on the side. the gold glows soft as he touches it. )

And a panic button. If you're afraid, like, genuinely afraid, I'll feel it. I'll know where you are.

( a just in case charm, because oliver doesn't want to leave theo unguarded. him knowing might be a little useless, because oliver can't teleport but he could at least call someone else and tell them where he is. )

Lay down.

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[How far they've come from blood pacts promising to tear his soul out or whatever to Oliver making him his own protective charm. Theo raises his brows but he's pleased, touched even, though he still tries to maintain a more aloof sense of self because. We're adults here not lovesick teenagers who get feelings for anyone that dares show them a little affection. (More than that - genuine care.)]

Be gentle with me.

[He says with a laugh, knowing they both know better than to assume it's a needed warning - and he flops himself down, shirt hiked up with one hand and the other folded behind his head as a rest. He keeps his eyes on Oliver, smiling soft, because. Again, he likes to watch him work.]

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( he's only had theo for a few months but if anything happened, he'd kill everyone in this city and then himself. or something like that. the protective charm is--just that, a show of intent. he likes theo and wants to keep him around. he doesn't want theo getting hurt. oliver spent fucking hours of his day working on some stupid little charm just to keep him safe.

theo lays himself down, and oliver takes the clamp and piercing needle with him as he pushes the chair back until it's wheels are against the side of the bed.

offers theo a smarmy little grin, before he's leaning in close to his abdomen--clamp and piercing still safe in his hand. he's not doing that yet, oliver's instead leaning in close to drag his tongue across theo's navel. )

I won't be. You're into it when I'm rough with you.

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Mmm, sanitary.

[Theo cracks up with a laugh, stomach flexing after Oliver's tongue's run across it - and he shifts in the way he lays, comfortable but also just anticipating the next step. He isn't afraid of the needle, the charm, the permanence of the piercing - but it's the waiting that has him alert, watchful and softly sighing.]

What do I have to do to return the favor? I want to know you're alright too. I don't make cute jewellery though.

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( considering oliver's used tattoo guns nick had in his drawer that who knows when nick last washed it and how old the ink is and nick definitely didn't shower before oliver just started poking ink into him--sanitary isn't really something he's stopping to think about.

but he's used to healers being who he fucks around with, so it's not like it usually matters. oliver leans up, puts the needle down to the side so he can lean over theo with the clamp and--center it at the top of his navel. makes sure it's actually centered because nobody wants a fucking sideways piercing, but oliver's too lazy to mark it with a sharpie like a normal human being.

they could probably just heal it over and redo it if they wanted to anyway, right?

fuck it. clamp centered, or as centered as oliver's eyesight is going to get it, and he's going for the needle. doesn't count it down, just presses knuckles against the skin just below his navel, lines up the needle, and pushes it through skin. takes out the needle and leaves the plastic, so he can slide the piercing right through the plastic and pull that out, too. he'll have to go back to the desk for the endpiece, but oliver focuses on theo for a moment instead. )

If you want me to make one for you to put on me, too, you'll have to wait.