OOM: With Moist and the Fool

[scots_wolf]

[[From here]]

Urquhart's room is as sumptuous and oriental as ever, perhaps even more pleasant as somebody seems to have opened the windows to the balmy evening air, and the pleasant scents of the late summer gardens are drifting in.

Franz the dog is ambling to his place, lying down in a warm and cosy corner, on a shaggy rug that's just for him.

"Wine?" Urquhart offers to the Fool and Moist, turning around after leading them in, his yet-unadorned hair swinging with his movement.

Comments

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool looks around at all the brightly colored and exotic stuff. His hands are behind his back, holding his walking stick as he looks quiet and appropriate. Clearly this is an act.

"Wine is good."

[morethanprops]

"Yes, please,"

Moist finds a comfortable chair and sits on it. He's there to help the Fool if there's a need but mainly to see how things unfold.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pours wine for all three of them, then hands it around.

He smirks at the Fool, and slouches on the divan.

[forgottenmotley]

Looking fairly innocent, the Fool takes his wine glass and then tilts his head. There's a faint ringing of bells so it just shows he's enjoying himself with the act.

"And where would you like me?" he asks.

[morethanprops]

"Some place where you can reach his hair, I think."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart beckons to the Fool, grinning.

[forgottenmotley]

To Moist the Fool says, "One must be polite before doing terrible things to your host's hair."

But then he goes over to Urquhart as beckoned, still with that innocent look on his face.

[morethanprops]

"I'm sure they won't be that terrible. Urquhart has rather lovely hair,"

Moist is curious to see what a look like that means from someone else and the Fool is always fascinating.

[scots_wolf]

"You're cute," Urquhart says. "Like kittens pouncing."

[forgottenmotley]

"But I haven't pounced on anyone yet," he says, looking shocked at being told that.

[morethanprops]

"Are you going to?" He's not sure how a person pounces, it must be possible.

[scots_wolf]

"I hope he will," Urquhart says, smirking at them.

"Come," he says. "Bring it on!"

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool does not pounce. That is inelegant and, well, silly. Besides it's hard to pounce when carrying a cane. Instead he settles gracefully into Urquhart's lap.

"That sounds like a challenge to me."

[morethanprops]

"One I'm sure you'll be able to meet. Let me know if you need any assistance,"

For now Moist is just going to watch.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pulls the Fool close and kisses him deeply.

Distractions!

[forgottenmotley]

This is allowed; Urquhart is a very good kisser.

[morethanprops]

As they kiss, Moist enjoys his wine and the view.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart puts his arms tightly around the Fool.

While they are kissing, he can't put things in his hair.

[forgottenmotley]

A hand wiggles free from Urquhart's grasp as they still kiss. It tangles itself up in the man's hair.

[morethanprops]

Moist grins as he watches the Fool get around Urquhart's arms and gets up to stroke one of his arms to relax him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart turns his head, still kissing, to smile up at Moist.

[forgottenmotley]

Oh this isn't fair at all. How is he supposed to get ribbons in Urquhart's hair if he's being distracted so?

[morethanprops]

With a smirk, Moist gestures to Urquhart's hair and positions himself on the divan, there's space enough for them all. This way he can distract Urquhart while the Fool does other things.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart turns his head to kiss Moist as well. Admittedly, he is willing to be pounced and tricked; for that, great pleasure shall be his!

[forgottenmotley]

Even if he gets ribbons in his hair. The Fool's fingers are deft at moving while he can't see what he's doing.

Now does he have bells...