He smiles at that, can imagine. "Chief likes to make excuses about shirts for that reason. Says he can't wear them because his horns would get in the way, but he wears button downs just fine if he absolutely has to. I think he just likes showing off his arms, but if he can pull it off with confidence, more power to him I say."
He himself had things that he liked to wear and yet...some days he didn't.
JW gave him an open though, and he sighed, sitting up a little more straighter, "So, language. I don't think this will be a problem, but try and take care with what you say. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but I'd rather you use more masculine descriptors. I'm not going to be mad if you say I'm pretty," He tries to smile a little at that, "Just, I think handsome suits better."
He shifts in his seat again, turning so his back was against the couch again, staring at the ceiling instead of JW, "And while I'm comfortable with my own body, It can get weird with someone else." He swallows, turning his head to look at JW again, "I'm not saying I don't want you to touch, but if it's under my clothes? It'd be nice if you gave a little warning, doesn't have to be verbal, just there."
JW holds still, worried. Krem is a soldier. He's seen Some Shit. JW worries that he was going to have some part of his every day life he would have to keep away too. But when Krem made his simple request, JW heaved out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"You're right, that's not going to be a problem." JW put on a more genuine grin, proud he could so easily provide something that would make Krem comfortable. Up until this point there had been a silent understanding. He'd seen things in the gym and just rolled with it. But here it was, being laid out before him and something JW took seriously.
"How about dashing?"
He lifted both hands and nodded.
"That's fine. Honestly, I'm better off with a tour guide anyway." Anything that would give him hints as to what Krem liked best would be a godsend. And after the man's previous request, he figured Krem would be more comfortable introducing himself to JW bit by bit than with letting him blunder around in the dark. "On that note, if I'm holding a tray of something, back off. Otherwise, go nuts ah--hmm."
Something else he didn't think of before came up and he rolled up his right sleeve to show off the pressure wrap. It went from his wrist all the way up his arm and disappeared into his shirt.
"This is...brain shit. I have a lot of that. You don't have to worry about bumping me or anything, but I can't really take this off except to shower most of the time. I just didn't want it to be a surprise."
Krem can't help his smile, nodding, "Dashing is just fine."
And he can just check off teasing him when he was carrying baked goods off the list, at least physically, but he figured he would feel horribly guilty anyways if he made him drop anything in that instance anyways. "And...you probably figured out from earlier, but try not to sneak up on me. I can usually tell whether I'm in danger or not, but I'd rather not beam you in the face like I did your roommate either."
He watched a little curiously as JW rolled up his sleeve. He didn't need to ask, JW told him what he wanted to know for the moment, and he nodded. "So long as you don't make fun of the sock in my trousers, I think we'll be just fine." He manages a real smile, something more light then and gently punches JW's left arm, "S'probably bigger than any of your socks anyways, so I got bragging rights."
"And I'd rather not get beamed in the face, I can't afford to get much uglier." It felt good to relax from the tensed up state he'd been in only minutes earlier. The wall was still there, but he didn't have to think about that. The punch to his arm got a laugh out of him and he feigned injury, letting out a pitiful whine and rubbing it.
"You went and broke my arm and now you wanna brag about socks! I see how it is!"
"Hey, I think you've got character. Every bit seems to have a story. Not everyone can say that," he returns, though it is true that most people can't afford to get hit in the face, he didn't think he could either even if he never wore a helm when fighting.
"But you'll learn, I'm an ass. Broke your arm and bragging about socks is just the beginning." He'll shift, finally moving closer now that their talk was dissolving in stupid jokes, a hand coming to his shoulder the other to his chest in a gentle push to try and get him down on the couch, following with his own body to press his lips against the exposed bit of Jim's neck. Once there, he presses his mouth against his skin and blows.
"Yeah well..." He wasn't going to argue with Krem! If he liked JW's weird bumpy face, so be it. He let himself be flopped backwards, unable to hide the dumb excited grin on his face. Oh boy! Where was this going to g--
JW lets out a half screech of rage--not at being raspberried but at not being the one to do it first. OH, this was war. He writhes underneath Krem, trying to twist his stupid gangly frame around so that he could do the same to him on any exposed skin he could.
It should be easy for JW to twist around Krem in the way they were situated, he had longer limbs, but Krem was also use to scuffles, so he knew his way around getting pinned down himself. Still, he doesn't want to hurt the other man, so any resistance he gives is minimal, laughing as he lets JW take the upperhand. It's not long before their little struggle on the couch gets Krem beneath him instead and he just lifts his arms above his head in surrender, grinning up at Jim.
"You got me, now what are you going to do with me?" Other than repay him with a raspberry. He knew it was coming, but afterward? Well. The world was JW's oyster.
JW looms over Krem, toothy grin taut and wild HE WAS GOING TO BLOW SO MANY FARTS ON HIS STUPID FACE. "Well I just don't know! Never had myself a prisoner of war before."
He grunted slightly as he moved his arm into a better position so his elbow wasn't pointing in a weird direction. He also was trying very hard not to knee Krem in the groin because sock or no sock, JW's knees were registered weapons and he did not want to mess this up.
"I might just..." He lowered his deadly antlers down, down, before--clonk! He tapped the longest two tines against the top of Krem's head with an almost hollow wooden sound. "Or--" Clonk!
"I think I can endure any punishment," He returns proudly, and if he knew that JW was taking great care not to knee him he would have been most appreciated. The man's limbs were daggers at best it seemed, and while Krem was more muscular, he tended to be a little soft at his own edges, less harsh lines and more gentle angles.
Still, when he knocks his antlers against his skull, regardless how gentle, it surprises him a little, laughing, "What kind of torture is this? I don't want to move too much or you might poke my eye out!" His arms shift though, lifting and the next time JW goes to tap at his skull with his antlers, his fingers curl around them, holding him still, face close to his own, "Got you."
"That's the idea! You're stuck here until I decide to let you go!"
Or until Krem wises up, as he immediatly does, and grabs hold of the beast by the horns. JW's brow wrinkles as he furiously tries to see the tips of his own antlers--they weren't quite long enough for that, but e could see Krem's wrists easily enough.
Well then.
JW bowed his back and tried to tug himself free. He wanted to see how much of a tussle Krem would put up about it. The baker planted one hand on the sofa arm to give himself support and show he was all on board with this game. Krem wasn't yanking. He was just holding him.
Then JW decided to blow in his face because that's what mature adults do.
Krem, holding the other man by the horns, grins when he can see in his eyes that Jim's realized what he did. His grip wasn't too tight, he didn't want to hurt him, and he grinned as he watched him try and free himself.
"It's not going to be that easy." He tells him, watching as he set himself up for more, but then that mouth was on his cheek and he laughs, one hand letting go and scrubbing at JW's hair to try and dislodge him.
"AHAH!" With one antler free, JW starts pulling again, standing up on his toes on the sofa and turning in place as though he fully plans on climbing backwards up the backrest of the sofa.
With his own free hand he reaches out to plant it against Krem's face.
Krem is sufficiently silenced with JW's hand on his face, blindly reaching out with his free hand to try and grab his side, a vain attempt to tickle him before JW got away.
"Shmy face!" He managed, gently tugging on an antler before he lets go. Hands flying up suddenly.
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He himself had things that he liked to wear and yet...some days he didn't.
JW gave him an open though, and he sighed, sitting up a little more straighter, "So, language. I don't think this will be a problem, but try and take care with what you say. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but I'd rather you use more masculine descriptors. I'm not going to be mad if you say I'm pretty," He tries to smile a little at that, "Just, I think handsome suits better."
He shifts in his seat again, turning so his back was against the couch again, staring at the ceiling instead of JW, "And while I'm comfortable with my own body, It can get weird with someone else." He swallows, turning his head to look at JW again, "I'm not saying I don't want you to touch, but if it's under my clothes? It'd be nice if you gave a little warning, doesn't have to be verbal, just there."
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"You're right, that's not going to be a problem." JW put on a more genuine grin, proud he could so easily provide something that would make Krem comfortable. Up until this point there had been a silent understanding. He'd seen things in the gym and just rolled with it. But here it was, being laid out before him and something JW took seriously.
"How about dashing?"
He lifted both hands and nodded.
"That's fine. Honestly, I'm better off with a tour guide anyway." Anything that would give him hints as to what Krem liked best would be a godsend. And after the man's previous request, he figured Krem would be more comfortable introducing himself to JW bit by bit than with letting him blunder around in the dark. "On that note, if I'm holding a tray of something, back off. Otherwise, go nuts ah--hmm."
Something else he didn't think of before came up and he rolled up his right sleeve to show off the pressure wrap. It went from his wrist all the way up his arm and disappeared into his shirt.
"This is...brain shit. I have a lot of that. You don't have to worry about bumping me or anything, but I can't really take this off except to shower most of the time. I just didn't want it to be a surprise."
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And he can just check off teasing him when he was carrying baked goods off the list, at least physically, but he figured he would feel horribly guilty anyways if he made him drop anything in that instance anyways. "And...you probably figured out from earlier, but try not to sneak up on me. I can usually tell whether I'm in danger or not, but I'd rather not beam you in the face like I did your roommate either."
He watched a little curiously as JW rolled up his sleeve. He didn't need to ask, JW told him what he wanted to know for the moment, and he nodded. "So long as you don't make fun of the sock in my trousers, I think we'll be just fine." He manages a real smile, something more light then and gently punches JW's left arm, "S'probably bigger than any of your socks anyways, so I got bragging rights."
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"And I'd rather not get beamed in the face, I can't afford to get much uglier." It felt good to relax from the tensed up state he'd been in only minutes earlier. The wall was still there, but he didn't have to think about that. The punch to his arm got a laugh out of him and he feigned injury, letting out a pitiful whine and rubbing it.
"You went and broke my arm and now you wanna brag about socks! I see how it is!"
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"But you'll learn, I'm an ass. Broke your arm and bragging about socks is just the beginning." He'll shift, finally moving closer now that their talk was dissolving in stupid jokes, a hand coming to his shoulder the other to his chest in a gentle push to try and get him down on the couch, following with his own body to press his lips against the exposed bit of Jim's neck. Once there, he presses his mouth against his skin and blows.
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JW lets out a half screech of rage--not at being raspberried but at not being the one to do it first. OH, this was war. He writhes underneath Krem, trying to twist his stupid gangly frame around so that he could do the same to him on any exposed skin he could.
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"You got me, now what are you going to do with me?" Other than repay him with a raspberry. He knew it was coming, but afterward? Well. The world was JW's oyster.
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He grunted slightly as he moved his arm into a better position so his elbow wasn't pointing in a weird direction. He also was trying very hard not to knee Krem in the groin because sock or no sock, JW's knees were registered weapons and he did not want to mess this up.
"I might just..." He lowered his deadly antlers down, down, before--clonk! He tapped the longest two tines against the top of Krem's head with an almost hollow wooden sound. "Or--" Clonk!
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Still, when he knocks his antlers against his skull, regardless how gentle, it surprises him a little, laughing, "What kind of torture is this? I don't want to move too much or you might poke my eye out!" His arms shift though, lifting and the next time JW goes to tap at his skull with his antlers, his fingers curl around them, holding him still, face close to his own, "Got you."
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Or until Krem wises up, as he immediatly does, and grabs hold of the beast by the horns. JW's brow wrinkles as he furiously tries to see the tips of his own antlers--they weren't quite long enough for that, but e could see Krem's wrists easily enough.
Well then.
JW bowed his back and tried to tug himself free. He wanted to see how much of a tussle Krem would put up about it. The baker planted one hand on the sofa arm to give himself support and show he was all on board with this game. Krem wasn't yanking. He was just holding him.
Then JW decided to blow in his face because that's what mature adults do.
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"It's not going to be that easy." He tells him, watching as he set himself up for more, but then that mouth was on his cheek and he laughs, one hand letting go and scrubbing at JW's hair to try and dislodge him.
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With his own free hand he reaches out to plant it against Krem's face.
"A wild animal does what he wants!"
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"Shmy face!" He managed, gently tugging on an antler before he lets go. Hands flying up suddenly.
He surrendered.