Holiday Inn, Limbo City, Friday Evening

[not_every_mage]

Anders had booked and paid for the room, ignoring the clerk's dirty look at the blood and muck on their clothes. They wouldn't be the only people caught in the day's devastation looking for someplace to sleep tonight

He'd silently followed Dante through the hotel halls to their room, and placed a quick order for pizza before he took off his boots and crashed out on the bed. The thousand bruises and scrapes of the battle stung his skin.

He should shower. He didn't want to move.

He turned to Dante, still registering faint surprise at the newly white hair. (He supposed they were lucky if that was the worst permanent change Dante saw.) Words failed him when it came to addressing the true horror of the day, but he should at least say something

"They said the pizza should be here in about half an hour," he said. "I'm actually impressed it's not longer, considering."


[OOC: For one, NFB.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Not really convincing me to turn around," Dante said.

He was trying to make it sound halfway lascivious, but honestly, Anders' fingers were comforting.

[not_every_mage]

"Not really sure I want you to," Anders said, and set the soap aside and began kneading Dante's muscles. There was something intoxicating in his solidity.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shut his eyes again for entirely different reasons and braced himself against the shower wall with one arm. "Works for me too," he said, drawing his diffuse attention away from the enormity of-- everything.

It was easier to focus on Anders' hands instead, anchoring him with their motions.