[open] is that what the kids are calling it these days?

[adaptiveimmunities]

Who: Georgia and Shaun Mason AND YOU
Where: The Love Hotel
When: During the event.
Rating: PG-13 (language, mainly)
Summary: Shaun and George coming up for air at the love hotel (cw for referenced adopted sibling incest)
The Story:

As lavish and well-equipped as George and Shaun’s room may be. It is still just one room. And as good as George and Shaun may be of finding ways to keep themselves entertained, they still, eventually, get cabin fever and decide to go explore the rest of the hotel.

There are some problems. None of the clothing the closets will provide are remotely acceptable to George, who prefers her outfits a lot more practical, a lot more modest, and way less colorful. Her own clothes are far more rumpled than she’d like, but she’s pulled her pants back on, and after some sniffing, stolen Shaun’s shirt. She doesn’t know if they’ll run into anyone, but if they do? She dares them to say anything.

Shaun, meanwhile, is wearing no shirt at all. Considering the options he's been given and the fact that George has commandeered the only shirt he deems acceptable, he's pretty sure that no shirt is his best possible choice. George has no complaints. And the caveman in Shaun also has no complaints seeing her in his clothes.

George holds Shaun’s hand as they walk through the halls, though if they see someone approach it’s even odds whether she’ll drop it out of habit or hold on defiantly. Sometimes it’s hard to remember she doesn’t care what other people think. Either way, if someone questions what they’ve been up to, she’ll stare deadpan through her sunglasses and just say, “I was writing.”

Shaun smirks. "Me too."

Comments

[shslliar]

Kokichi stares right back at them, unlike someone who honestly didn't care that the closet gave him a non-indicative shirt to wear with a pair of jorts.

"Oh really?" He deadpans, crossing his arms and tilting his head. "What were you writing about?"

[choosetruth]

Georgia wouldn’t have told the lie if it wasn’t so completely unbelievable. But she really doesn’t want to talk about it. “Minding your own business.”

[shslliar]

"Awwwwh..." He pouts, "What happened to that brutal honesty of yours?"

[adaptiveimmunities]

Shaun makes a considering noise. "I dunno. Sounded pretty honest to me. And I mean if you want brutal..." He shrugs and gives Kokichi a winning smile.

[choosetruth]

George puts a hand on Shaun's arm, almost appeasingly, but then she gives a smile that would look more appropriate on a shark than on a woman.

"I feel absolutely no need to prove myself to you. That brutally honest enough for you?"

[shslliar]

Georgia may have said that, but Shaun said another thing and their actions prove otherwise.

"Oooooh, I see how it is..."

He gives them the biggest shit eating grin.

[adaptiveimmunities]

This guy is so obnoxious, but George is indicating that she doesn't want him to get violent, so instead he just settles back and folds his arms across his chest.

"Yeah? What do you see?"

CW for implied adoptive sib incest? Kokichi has no idea they're related.

[shslliar]

Why would you fight him? He's just a smol teenager who's putting his hands behind his back and singing.

"George-chan and Shaun-chan sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

... Actually, maybe one punch wouldn't hurt.

[choosetruth]

Georgia stares at him through her sunglasses, her expression, as always, hard to read. He really is asking to be punched. But when someone is asking for a reaction as hard as this kid is, giving it to him, even painfully, will only encourage him.

So instead she turns towards Shaun, letting the tenseness melt from her shoulders. "So like I was saying, even if we really can't find a gym here, there's gotta be some room that appeals to... an exercise kink? I assume that's a thing. There's probably something you can use there."

She shrugs a shoulder and strides past Kokichi.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Oh, cool. They're going to play the "ignore the troll" angle. Well, that's generally a solid option--George's preferred, as a matter of fact--even if it's a little unsatisfying to him. He usually prefers to troll the trolls, but he's happy enough to follow her lead this time.

He grimaces a little as she tugs him along. "It's probably like a gym, but... That's kinda creepy. Isn't it?"