[For every period of abundance, there must come lack. Ever since the incident at Primavera, Oscar has mostly stayed in the apartment, only going out when he has to. (Usually, it has something to do with a job offer by a client.) While usually, this has something to do with how he's feeling, at this moment his shut-in ways are because lately he's been feeling more and more out of it.
Every day he feels more lethargic and tired. He slowly makes his way towards the bathroom to maybe take a shower and hopefully get some energy until he's distracted by... something going on in the living room.
It's kinda loud and it's... quite intimate. He and Travis came to an agreement that if something like that were to occur here, to keep to their rooms only. No screwing around in the living room, dining room, bathroom, or kitchen.
Oscar is about to chew Travis out for breaking the rules but what he sees in the living room, makes him drop the towels and clothes in his arms in shock.]
congrats to oscar for being the first person in noct to see travis jr
[Let's be real, he was always gonna attempt this. Unfortunately, since Travis isn't especially great at math, he'd calculated his dates wrong. Oscar's not heading out to visit Primavera again today-- that's, like, next week-- and the apartment is nowhere near as empty as he'd anticipated before trying to bang a friendly plant.
Just his fucking luck.
It's a moan or two that Oscar's overheard before walking in on Travis. The wet sound of a vine, slick with sap, creeping under the elastic of his underwear to pull his dick half out, wrapping around the length and sliding up and down in an even, rhythmic pace. He's also suspended in the air by a tangle of the consentacles, because... b... because, okay, this was going to be a whole thing while someone wasn't around.
The moment that Oscar walks in, Travis jumps. Or he would jump, if he was on the ground and not halfway to directing a semi-sentient vine up his asshole. Instead his body jolts, resisting against the vines, which grab him tighter to keep him from falling over--]
Oh, fuck!
[--annnnd now the consentacles are nervously reacting to Travis' struggling. Somehow he's created a truly awful feedback loop: the vines are doing their very best to keep Travis from cracking his head open on the coffee table, and Travis is wriggling and struggling even more, causing the vines to hold him tighter as they try to direct him to the ground.
He's also trying to, uh, cover up his boner with his free hand? On the bright side, this whole thing's rapidly taken his penis down to only half a boner.]
O-Oscar--
[He hopes the vines drop him and he snaps his neck and dies.]
[Oscar creeps up, expecting to see some shit and well, he does.
He doesn't really know how to react to seeing that. He knows that Travis can be... strange at times but never to the point that he would literally allow a plant to fuck him. He sighs at this shameless tableau. He isn't angry or disgusted just... disappointed.
As if living in a city of whores isn't enough, he has a roommate that would sleep with a plant.]
Really Travis? You couldn't find anyone to do that with, so you go for the plant?
[HE HOPES THE VINES DROP HIM AND HE SNAPS HIS NECK AND DIES.
They don't do that, though-- they're rather polite things, and as soon as they've stopped panicking, they deposit him very kindly on the couch. One even throws him a pillow to cover himself up, for modesty. He snatches that shit up like he's reaching for a life preserver in the open ocean.]
At least one person in this house still has a functioning libido.
At the least, I don't have to see you engage with your genitals like a monkey. [He sighs, picking up his clothes off the floor.] After I shower, I will leave and you can do... whatever with that disgusting plant that we don't even know where it comes from.
[less embarrassed and more affronted, he starts making his way back to his room, with. that same pillow. still over his crotch. one of the vines seems to "look" back and forth between the two of them with concern before creeping away, back through the open window of the living room.]
I sure fuckin' will! And me and my working dick are gonna enjoy it, too!
[the door to Travis' room closes-- much as he wants to defend himself, he's not gonna be able to look Oscar in the eye for a little bit. how mortifying.]
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action! (cw: travis gettin freaky with the plants on a friday night)
Every day he feels more lethargic and tired. He slowly makes his way towards the bathroom to maybe take a shower and hopefully get some energy until he's distracted by... something going on in the living room.
It's kinda loud and it's... quite intimate. He and Travis came to an agreement that if something like that were to occur here, to keep to their rooms only. No screwing around in the living room, dining room, bathroom, or kitchen.
Oscar is about to chew Travis out for breaking the rules but what he sees in the living room, makes him drop the towels and clothes in his arms in shock.]
congrats to oscar for being the first person in noct to see travis jr
Just his fucking luck.
It's a moan or two that Oscar's overheard before walking in on Travis. The wet sound of a vine, slick with sap, creeping under the elastic of his underwear to pull his dick half out, wrapping around the length and sliding up and down in an even, rhythmic pace. He's also suspended in the air by a tangle of the consentacles, because... b... because, okay, this was going to be a whole thing while someone wasn't around.
The moment that Oscar walks in, Travis jumps. Or he would jump, if he was on the ground and not halfway to directing a semi-sentient vine up his asshole. Instead his body jolts, resisting against the vines, which grab him tighter to keep him from falling over--]
Oh, fuck!
[--annnnd now the consentacles are nervously reacting to Travis' struggling. Somehow he's created a truly awful feedback loop: the vines are doing their very best to keep Travis from cracking his head open on the coffee table, and Travis is wriggling and struggling even more, causing the vines to hold him tighter as they try to direct him to the ground.
He's also trying to, uh, cover up his boner with his free hand? On the bright side, this whole thing's rapidly taken his penis down to only half a boner.]
O-Oscar--
[He hopes the vines drop him and he snaps his neck and dies.]
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He doesn't really know how to react to seeing that. He knows that Travis can be... strange at times but never to the point that he would literally allow a plant to fuck him. He sighs at this shameless tableau. He isn't angry or disgusted just... disappointed.
As if living in a city of whores isn't enough, he has a roommate that would sleep with a plant.]
Really Travis? You couldn't find anyone to do that with, so you go for the plant?
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They don't do that, though-- they're rather polite things, and as soon as they've stopped panicking, they deposit him very kindly on the couch. One even throws him a pillow to cover himself up, for modesty. He snatches that shit up like he's reaching for a life preserver in the open ocean.]
At least one person in this house still has a functioning libido.
[SNAP HIS NECK, VINES!!! AAAAANY TIME NOW.]
Let's just both pretend this didn't happen. Okay?
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[He don't give a damn if they sentient.]
I promise I will, plant fucker.
[Ok, so he's being more than a little shit about this. But he can't just tell him this is good. Who knows what those plants have?]
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[don't bring it up don't bring it up--]
More fun and better for the wrists than normal jerking off, at any rate.
[He's gonna grouchily... adjust that pillow over his junk, but at least he won't need it too long with Oscar being such a bonerkiller!!]
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I sure fuckin' will! And me and my working dick are gonna enjoy it, too!
[the door to Travis' room closes-- much as he wants to defend himself, he's not gonna be able to look Oscar in the eye for a little bit. how mortifying.]