I'm looking to isolate me //private with ghostspirit// terra incognita baby

"Y-you sure?" he asked, hesitantly. He reached for a blanket draped over the couch, and handed it to him. "You should at least take this." He decided that wasn't the weirdest thing he heard today and made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Clear tape was on each of the bottle lids. None of the fake seals had been broken. He picked up a half full bottle of vodka, and used his nails to pull away the tape. He needed to relax after the shit he'd gone through that day. He glanced back at Bear, hoped he wasn't watching, and drank from the bottle. The awful flavor of vodka was associated in his head with shame and relief, and he realized once he finished it he felt woozier, lighter, more... comfortable with how he existed.

Lin rinsed the bottle out, tossed it in the recycling bin, and realized that maybe it was a little too much as he metabolized all the alcohol in it and a wave of dizziness hit him. He rubbed his forehead. Felt good. He hadn't had this in a while. He looked towards Bear, and grinned, more confidence than before in his expression. "You hungry or anything? Want a drink? Alcoholic or not alcoholic? I have orange juice." He was actually hungry himself, so he began searching his fridge for real food. Yeah, he had some vegetables. Hell yeah. He took a few things out.

Lin looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Um, no. I have some rubbing alcohol if you're looking to kill all the bacteria in your body." He couldn't be bothered to do anything complicated, so he just took out a pan and a tortilla and began making himself a quesadilla. This is the meal that kept him from dying of vitamin deficiencies in college. "So, like, you sure you don't want anything? Nothing at all?" He almost had a flirty tone in his voice during the last part as he glanced over to Bear with a smile.

Lin slipped into the persona like one might slip into a well worn pair of boots. It was natural for him, flirting, smooth-talking, a lot easier than cleaning up his apartment or fighting masked people with guns in the woods. He smirked right back at Bear, turning fully towards him after finishing up making the food. "What do you want me to imply?" he asked, almost a challenge at the same time as it was a request. It was always a bit of a gamble, Lin found, with other guys, but he was predicting a yes in this scenario.

Lin leaned against the counter with one hand, and used the other to muss up his own hair, releasing it from its neat styling. Some strands of bleached white hair fell into his face, and he brushed it away. He leaned closer to Bear, still with a hand on the counter. "So, what is it that you want?" The flirty tones were strong in his words, and it was clear he wasn't looking for an answer of "a glass of water" or something.

Lin was surprised that he felt surprised by the kiss. What was he expecting? He got over the initial shock as quickly as it came and leaned into the kiss, moving his hands from the counter to around Bear's waist. He hadn't done this in a while, and it felt a little weird for a bit, but blah blah learning to ride a bike. The feeling of lips against his gave him a rush, and after pulling away for a moment to breathe, he started the kiss once again.

Lin fell very comfortably into this old routine, pulling Bear closer to his body, parting his lips, almost insistent in the way he kissed, hungry for the contact. His hands lowered from Bear's waist to his hips, tucking his thumbs in his belt loops. He found he had to bend over slightly due to his height, but it didn't bother him much.

Lin placed hands on both sides of Bear on the counter, and pulled back from his mouth for a second. He placed a trail of kisses from his mouth down his jaw to his neck, until he made it to the collar of his shirt. He glanced up at Bear, and placed a finger on the collar, a silent request in his eyes. Go a step further.

Lin pulled Bear's shirt off of him slowly and carefully, and set it aside. He leaned in for another kiss, and as he did so he began unbuttoning his own shirt, letting it hang off of his body. He began kissing more intensely now, hand on Bear's chest, touching skin to skin.

Lin felt a vague sense that he was forgetting something. Something. What was it? He was in his apartment, there was drinks in the fridge, he had his wallet, his keys, his phone... he was forgetting something. No, it was probably nothing. He shifted his hand from next to Harry's waist to his thigh, the move subtle and natural, but significant.