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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

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[swatsflies]

[ So long as Jim is his eyes, which is a swap from the last time they were here together. Turning to brush his lips against the side of Jim's head. ]

I can make it up to you. I'll even put on a toga again. [ He remembers how much Jim liked him in just shorts and a tank top. A toga might inspire a similar reaction. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Anything that involves more than a few inches of skin is going to get a reaction out of Jim. Most things about Zell get a reaction out of Jim.

Right now, he huffs and takes a careful step forward, getting them moving. ]

You're really eager to freeze, huh?

[swatsflies]

[ Matching step for step and moving backwards. He's grinning big because he's definitely eager for something. ]

We can figure a way to keep warm. [ He means more than just sharing body heat at least. ] We can borrow a tent again. [ Then it can be like it's just the two of them. No creepy hospital chill or smell. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Think it'd fit on these beds?

[ The 'way to keep warm' earns Zell a sideways look. Does Zell think lines like that really work?

-Nevermind that they absolutely do. ]

[swatsflies]

[ Knowing their luck, they would tumble out of bed. Pressing his mouth against Jim's neck as he hums in thought. ]

Let me worry about that. [ Is he allowed to distract the driver? Pressing a kiss against Jim's ear. Maybe trying to walk like the most productive while searching, but there are some definite perks to it. ]

I have a plan. [ He says as he remembers there are other rooms with mattresses. Borrowing a number of those shouldn't be a big deal. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Man with the plan, huh?

[ Jim's teasing, but he'll follow Zell's lead anywhere. Even if, technically, Zell is following Jim's lead right now. Jim squirms when he kisses his ear, but doesn't object. ]

Alright, I'm counting on you.

how's this?

[swatsflies]

You know it, baby.

[ His plans usually include doing his best so he can wake up every morning next to Jim. Continuing on backwards as he looks behind his boyfriend to see how far they have managed to go. Not very far, but slow going is worth it just to hold on a little longer.

He beams a smile when Jim says he's counting on him. Pressing a kiss against his shoulder as he laughs softly. ]

I'll do my best. [ He won't disappoint! He'll wait until they get further along in the search before initiating his plan. ]

Do you hear them? [ Them meaning the Soldiers. They are probably going to start on the floor below them and do a systematic search until they reach the morgue. It'll give them enough time to finish up the first floor and get things ready. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim tilts his head in consideration, straining for a hint of sound. There's nothing, not even an echo; it's like they're alone in the gigantic building.

If not for the uncomfortable feeling of the hospital and the bad memories, the thought of being alone would lead to the same spiral of thoughts it always seems to these days. ]

-No. Don't think so. Guess I've got you all to myself.

[swatsflies]

[ Slowing his gait down as he takes advantage of that head tilting. Dragging his mouth up Jim's neck as he plants kiss after kiss up to his ear. ]

Yeah, I guess you do. I'm all yours, Stars. [ He's wondering if it'll be worth skipping checking the rooms just to drag Jim back to the one they deposited their stuff in.

Or maybe picking Jim up to press him against a wall until they heard company coming their way. Looking over at a close wall as he considers it. Sadly, he has a job to do, and that entails making sure it's safe for Jim. ] Want to go faster?

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim shivers from the contrast of Zell's hot breath and the cold of the rest of Norfinbury, the way he always does. Sometimes he wonders what it'll be like, when their kisses are somewhere warm and comfortable all the time.

Maybe he'll miss this, too, because it's pretty great. ]

Faster? What've you got in mind?

[swatsflies]

[ Having Jim say faster, even as a question, has his brain screeching to a halt for a moment. It's amazing what getting handsy with your boyfriend does to normal words. is

Carrying him is a very bad idea right now. ]

We can locate a wheelchair. [ That'll speed things along so they can get back to exploring each other. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Going to give me a ride?

[ It's amazing how fast nice 17th century boys pick up innuendo. Zell, you've ruined him. ]

[swatsflies]

[ Hopefully Jim is prepared because that gets him stopping completely in his tracks. ]

I- [ Oh, he's just teasing. Swallowing whatever words he almost said and bumping his forehead against Jim's shoulder. ]

Whenever you want, baby.

[rattlingthestars]

Now.

[ Which is why Jim's breaking away. ]

In a wheelchair.

[swatsflies]

[ Making a noise at that as he reaches over to give Jim's side a poke. ]

As you wish. [ Doing his best to ignore where all of his blood rushed to and resisting the urge to regain the contact again. Picking up the pace as he starts the hunt for a wheelchair. Finally locates on folded up against the nurse's station in the middle of the waiting area. ]

Got your ride right here, Stars. [ Pulling the two sides away from each other to expand the chair. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim laughs softly. He knows exactly what he did, and he's not very sorry for it.

He regards the wheelchair for a moment, thinking about it, before he climbs into it. Except he's not sitting down.

Surf's up? ]

and then someone walks in their path and they crash

[swatsflies]

[ He'll get him back later when they were alone.

Grabbing the handles and he waits for Jim to get into position. ]

Ready? [ That's the only warning he gets before Zell is pushing the wheel chair at top speed. Going in a couple of circles around the nurse's station, then arching out towards the far side of the waiting area. ]

cheerfully wheelchair racing around the nurse's corpse

[rattlingthestars]

[ Zell gets a quick nod of confirmation before he's racing in the wheelchair. Zell's sometimes-clumsy boyfriend turns out to have excellent blance as he keeps his feet in the chair even as they turn in circles that might take it on one wheel.

He whoops, wordlessly, and pumps a fist in the air as they charge forward. ]

Sunshine, you've got to try this!

weee \o/

[swatsflies]

[ His boyfriend is part cat. He might not always land on his feet, but he has balance when it comes to things like this.

Turning to the directions of the elevator and going through the lobby. Don't mind the brief chill, right?

Laughing as he heads through the door past them leading back into the waiting area. Maneuvering them towards the far end to the other private room on the floor to check it out. ]

Going to push me? [ He's slowing down, only to spin them around and back out of the room. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Want me to?

[ As Zell slows, Jim lowers himself into the chair. Rather than sit correctly, though, he's in it backwards on his knees and facing Zell. ]

We'll count it as training.

[swatsflies]

[ He was thinking maybe making out would count as training, but this works too. Slowing down as he turned into one of the rooms with four beds. Checking behind him before trying to steal a quick kiss. ]

I'm putting myself in your hands, Stars. [ That's a yes. He'll try. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Well. Making out could be training, too. As long as they work up a sweat.

Jim raises both eyebrows at Zell's comment, and bites his lip to hold in a laugh. Probably not what Zell meant, but still funny. ]

You can count on me.

[swatsflies]

[ That lip bite isn't fair. Moving his hand up to cup the side of Jim's face as he brushes his thumb under his lower lip. ]

You know what I mean. [ Trying to whine, but he's laughing instead. ] Stop being so distracting.

[rattlingthestars]

I'm not doing anything. [ Jim's laughing as he says it. He's not, but he knows what kind of effect it has on Zell anyway. ] Stop getting distracted.

[swatsflies]

You are. You are doing something! You're being you. [ It makes perfect sense to Zell, okay. Leaning in close to capture that lip between his own. He's far too gone to be able to not be distracted. He's doomed and pondering on the merits of dragging Jim down with him. Sliding his fingers through Jim's hair. ]