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🚒🔥Galo Thymos🔥🚒 ([personal profile] infernosoul) wrote2020-01-11 01:05 am
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me sitting there thinking it sent for like 30 mins not realizing it reloaded to captcha

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-11 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Anti-Burnish sentiment doesn't go way over a few weeks or a few months. They ought to be charging everyone to be safe, but I understand why they don't always.

[ he's seen the way people treat burning rescue; it's not unwarranted and he won't try to convince people from doing what they think is right if they're certain about it. he'll just have to make sure he's taking care of them too. whether it's money or time or doing the same thing galo's offering - stepping in when someone is hassled. it's less frequent every day but he hasn't made it this far without a measure of caution.

for now, things are easier. all he has to do is get pizza and bring it to galo's apartment. ]


I'll stick with your normal blankets, but thanks. I think the armholes would probably be too large anyway.
Was the idea of book club too boring for Burning Rescue?


[ had to go with silly string quizzes to the face over movies instead of discussions??? ]

You choose the movie. Terrible cheesy sounds like a good option.
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[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-11 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ relaxing. it's not so foreign a thought these days, but it's still not as frequent as meis and gueira would probably like for it to be for him. they're good at convincing him, though, which means there's a faint delay between texts where galo's briefly left on read. it's not an argument so much as it is both meis and gueira joining forces, bullying him out of the resettlement center with the instructions not to come back until monday. they're both ridiculously strong on their own but united, even without their powers, lio doesn't stand a chance.

looking back at his phone, lio rolls his eyes to the sky, helplessly fond despite the offer to destroy perfectly good blankets. ]


Galo I promise I don't need you to make me a snuggie. Please don't cut your blankets up. If I get cold I'll steal two of your blankets while we're watching something.

[ or steal galo's heat; he's a criminal, right? might as well lean into it. if he's going to spend the evening over at galo's house then he may as well make an event of it, especially if galo's offering. the movie isn't so important to him; the entertainment will be fine, sure, but the movie he could take or leave. he's going for galo's company, for the loud, boisterous laughter, for the warmth that radiates from him as sure as any flame lio's ever summoned. ]

How many pizzas?
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sorry i'll be slow til prob 6pst; i'm worrrrking

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-12 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ don't THANK THEM THEN THEY'LL DO IT MORE OFTEN. not that he's protesting the idea of seeing galo, because somehow, the golden retriever trapped inside a very large man is one of his favorite people to spend time with, but it's the principle of the thing. ]

I'm sure I will be.

[ one way or another. if that happens to mean sharing a blanket or two (or his absurd snuggie) then lio will just do that. galo's right; he does radiate heat; with the lack of the promare, now, he's one of the warmest people that lio knows. ]

Three to be safe, then. I can manage that. [ he blames the fact that he's walking on missing what galo says about breakfast, at first, but when he sees it, he has to read it two or three times, wondering if he's reading into things too much. ]

They are. Am I spending the night? I don't have anything to wear.
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do you want to thread out the rest of this too?

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-12 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ betrayed at every turn ]

I remember. Your friends have said the same thing. I'll make sure to get it.
Your shirts are probably going to be pretty large, but that will work.


[ on the sidewalk, someone nearly shoulder checks him and it's not because they're an asshole that recognizes him for being the leader of mad burnish - it's because he's staring at his phone like a moron, ears warm, unable to stop considering exactly what galo sleeping in his boxers or briefs looks like. torn between irritation at being flustered and irritation at his own ridiculousness, he power walks the rest of the way to the pizza shop, hood tugged up tight over his ears to try and mitigate the biting cold of the wind. ]

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it I guess. I'll get the pizza. Should be there in an hour or so.
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big same!! i am going to slide onto mhw for a bit, make dinner & draw some shit so i will be ssslow

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-12 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's sweet he makes the offer of rescue, and it doesn't come from a place of doubting lio can handle himself. it's just...galo. kind to a fault, sometimes. making his way to the pizza shop while he's not texting goes much quicker, dodging and weaving between people who mostly don't pay him a second look. it's still...weird, to be on a city street like this, walking to do something as mundane as get a pizza for a... hang out? co-working situation? hell, he doesn't know. there's not a name for most of what he's doing at this point but that's not important.

what is, is checking in on the owner, the pizza maker. burnish who had homes and businesses were some that were hurt in ways most difficult to fix; kray hadn't cared about keeping records of property, or goods, which meant jumping through countless hoop after hoop to get people back what they were owed. anything that happened even earlier was harder to prove but they would figure it out. there was no other choice but success.

the order of two inferno margharita megamax pizzas gets a laugh and a knowing for galo thymos, huh?

everyone in this city who knows him says his name the same way: this mix of fond and awed and a little reverent. lio gets it; he feels the same way.

despite purchasing three pizzas, he's only allowed to pay for one; lio's lips thin and he debates making it an order before changing tack; he shoves the wad of cash he intended to use to pay into the tip jar instead and flits out the door before anyone can stop him. the walk over is just as uneventful; lio's kept warm by the pizzas, but the wind doesn't get any warmer. by the time he's knocking on galo's door his hair is wind-ruffled and mussed, cheeks pinked with the chill. ]
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it's such a timesink!!! also earrings lio is Important ok trigger promo art PLS

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-12 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ being invited into someone's apartment for pizza and movies, bringing his laptop to review the last set of housing contracts isn't quite where he saw their final battle leading to, but it's not bad, either. everyone else is settling into promepolis as best as they can, some faster than others. the resettlement center, which is effectively a repurposed hotel, is starting to show signs of change, touches of the people who live there daring to settle in despite years of being on the run. gueira bought a shoe rack he put it in the room they use as an office after tripping over meis' boots one too many times. some of the kids used their portion of the initial funds to put up posters in the hallway. someone had strung cheerful fairy lights up in the hotel's dining room.

lio hasn't used the shoe rack yet; if he's taking off his boots it's because he's in bed (and sometimes not even then). he doesn't need to use these things to appreciate it or what it means that slowly they're starting to feel like they can put down roots.

in front of him, the door opens up, the space filled with the broad line of galo's shoulders and too-bright smile. rather than risk staring and blind himself, lio pushes the pizzas into galo's hands with a quick flicker of a smile and ducks inside where it's warm. a full body shiver rolls through him at the last spiteful burst of cold as the door closes and then warmth of galo's apartment starts to bleed through cold leather. on his ear, the metal studs are still freezing; the one that's pierced is red, cold to the touch; lio places an equally cold hand on it to warm it up.

galo'd gotten there so fast - was he waiting by the door?

cute. ]


Thank you. Everyone there says hello.

[ a nod to the pizza boxes in galo's hands. burning rescue were basically celebrities there on their own before all of this happened, he's gathered. because of that and everything else, a lot of people have just sort of accepted that lio's a part of that same circle. they give him messages. meis and gueira ask after galo and the others. people recognize lio and the change is — good, of course it's good but it's weird, too, always being on for one reason or another. the tininess of galo's apartment feels more like a comfort. there won't be anyone coming in because it's just galo here. and lio.

spending the night, his traitorous brain reminds; lio fumbles his zipper the first time. once he manages it, sliding off his jacket and bag inside the warmth of galo's apartment feels like stepping outof armor. back in the kitchen, galo calls a question, loud despite the different room. lio heads over before he can find out if galo gets louder.

one slowly warming hand starts working to roll his sleeves up while he leans a shoulder against the doorway. ]


Soda, thanks. Can I— do anything? The top two are what you ordered. The third one is another one but with almost every topping, too.

[ lio was also a garbage disposal and so far fresh, piping hot food hasn't gotten old. what has gotten old: not longer being able to summon flames into any outfit he could imagine, or to fix an outfit when he spills something on it, or tears it. there was a level of impracticality to the mad burnish boss outfit, so he's compromised.

the jacket draped on the couch was still black leather, but thicker lined, less militant decoration and more sharp studs and belts. his boots are the same: thick-soled, with too many buckles, up to his knees. he's kept the leather pants, tucked into the boots. above both of those, is an outfit that doesn't make him feel entirely absurd, palatable by promepolis, but not comfortable to sleep in. he had to go to a mall to get it, facing the same budget everyone else had abided by, trying to find a balance between mad burnish flashiness and 'could be dragged into meetings for six hours' at any moment.

not bad, just....weird. ]
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MB walking into target like [GRITS TEETH] i'm sure we can find something

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-13 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
How many pizza places have all of you tried?

[ it's been years since they could do something like walk freely into a pizza shop and make a purchase like that; the downside to being so recognizable when it came to mad burnish was that obtaining things like food came with the risk of being noticed. now, it's less an issue; if someone wants to start something in the pizza shop lio can still hold his own but there's a certainty that it won't be tolerated how it was. it still isn't the best situation but it's better than it's been. progress.

galo bends to fetch soda and lio forcibly looks up and away, focusing on the sink so he doesn't stare at poor galo, who's nice enough to invite him over and doesn't need to be ogled in his own home. don't be weird lio tells himself, obediently grabbing the plates of pizza and taking them out into the living room with the couch and the tv. galo's already sprawled on it, shirt stretched over his absurdly large chest; lio hands his slices of pizza over and settles on his half of the couch in turn. shameless, he goes for the blankets after making sure the pizza isn't going to get knocked over; he steals two of them and nestles himself into a proper blanket nest, carefully perching the pizza on top of bent knees. ]


Oh. Thanks. It's...been an adjustment. Needing to change clothes.

[ the scarves are discarded with his jacket, tucked off to the side and lio makes a faint face at the button-up shirt. he feels ridiculous in it, but with so many mouths to feed and so much red tape to go through, the lion's share of initial settlements went toward food, re-homing, and other important things. what portions went to clothing were minimal, for the time being, and while lio intends for that to change eventually it's slow going.

lio folds one of his slices in half neatly and takes a bite, a finger catching the dripping cheese, ferrying it into his mouth carefully, glancing over at galo. ]


Is it ketchup blood or Godzilla?

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they're doing their best ALSO HOLY SHIT MY WORK HAS BEEN...BATSHIT i'm so sorry

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-18 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
He is. We're lucky there were people like him, and you.

[ people brave enough to do something even though they knew it wasn't allowed or they'd get in to trouble. people who wouldn't bow down to kray, or vulcan, or would play the game just well enough that they could do good from where they were. it was a delicate balance to maintain and lio respected that, just like he understood that there was only so much he could expect from anyone not burnish. they were lucky to have people like chief and galo to rely on, especially after so long with no one but themselves to.

there's a delicacy to how he's eating, even if he's starving. the last thing he wants it to make a complete and total mess of himself or galo's blankets, so each bite is careful, calculated, swiping up the remainder before it spills. it's easier to concentrate on the pizza than it is to acknowledge the softness on galo's face, in the set of his shoulders as he looks at lio on the other side of the couch. all those months spent being brave and diving headfirst into stupid situations that would potentially kill him, and now he's here. eating pizza because he isn't entirely certain how to approach any of this.

movies are easy, though. right? he's settled in on the couch with meis and gueira before, tangled in a knot of legs and blankets, catching up on things they missed. that was easy. ( this was, of course, nothing like hanging out with meis and gueira for a variety of reasons and so that comparison absolutely won't work. )

on screen, everything boots up and lio focuses as much as he can on the loading screen, only for it to be neither godzilla or a dumb horror movie. instead - of course. lio's lucky his mouth isn't full of pizza because the laugh is startled out of him, eyes wide. he's heard of it, of course. they had children in the settlement who were obsessed with it and a bunch of other cartoons like it. lio hadn't ever watched it but somehow, he's picked up a number of songs.

once he's sure he's not going to choke on his own tongue (wouldn't that be a fucking end to the leader of mad burnish) lio cuts galo a clearly amused look, shaking his head. ]


If I'm Elsa, then who would you be? [ anna and elsa are the only two he knows, honestly, but they're the important ones, he figures. ]
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wow neat apparently my tag never submitted i'm sorry ;;

[personal profile] morosexual 2020-01-27 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ once he would have doubted that. sure, it was one thing to intend to stay together however possible; meis and gueira made the same promises when they first met and lio had doubt that then, too. they had more than proven they meant it, and looking at galo who is nothing but earnest sweetness at all points, lio knows he means it with every fiber of his being. lio is stuck with him. the thought is more of a relief than he cares to admit.

realistically he knows a bit of all of the characters - elsa has a sister, there's a deer, a snowman, and a... well, he's not sure what the other guy is, but he's blonde and nice apparently so lio figures that's probably who galo means. olaf. that's the snowman, he's relatively sure. most of what he's picked up was via osmosis from children, but as the movie starts lio settles in a little more comfortably and finishes one slice, moving onto the next. ]


I haven't seen it, but I've heard of it. Some of the children at the settlement are fans. [ to say the least.

delicately, lio folds the next piece of pizza and watches galo destroy his in impressive time, somehow still not making a mess even if he does have greasy fingers. that's the nature of pizza and for a while the movie is distracting. they make it through the start; lio finishes the rest of his and goes during a music break to watch his hands and put his plate into the sink, settling right back in to his blanket nest a moment later. he hasn't pulled his work out yet; his backpack is still off to the side, untouched, and the look on his face is more sleepy contentment than it is worried about not working, for once. ]


If the Burnish were able to summon ice I wonder how different things would have been. [ he doesn't mean to say it; musing on impossibilities does no one any good, but once it's out he doesn't take it back. ]