[Taryon wasn't moving in permanently, obviously, but watching him and his robot bring in what odds and ends Taryon deemed necessary for staying with him for the indefinite future until the disappearances end was...thrilling. Certainly, Astarion has enjoyed having a room all to himself, after centuries living in a room barely bigger than the one LILITH had provided him with his several "siblings", but having the human move in temporarily was a new discovery of happiness. That's what this journey of a relationship with him was, since Astarion has no idea what he wants, what he likes, all he knows is he wanted to be safe and happy, and so far Taryon was meeting those needs.
The bathroom is a bit too cluttered with both their various items, however. That may be a sticking point.
But that was a bridge to cross, probably in the morning. For now it was a night to try and ignore the uncertainty of the current climate, to distract Taryon from his woes and worries about his friend.
They sit on his bed, Astarion dressed in comfortable pants and a loose tank top, playing a fighting game they had been engrossed in lately. Usually when they start a new fighting game, Astarion is the reigning champion right from the start with his quick fingers and reflexes, until Taryon studies up on the game and develops strategies and becomes a challenge. Astarion didn't have the attention span to read guides on the games they play, and honestly the thought never crosses his mind to look them up online, he merely stumbles upon combos and other secrets by sheer lucky of his button pushing, and it's always exciting when he manages to make one of the characters do something wild. Especially when the move winds up utterly destroying Taryon's character.
But right now, he's being a horrid little troll of a player and camping out in the corner of the screen, doing lower leg sweep after lower leg sweep, keeping Taryon from being able to reach him. His chuckling is absolutely diabolical.]
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The bathroom is a bit too cluttered with both their various items, however. That may be a sticking point.
But that was a bridge to cross, probably in the morning. For now it was a night to try and ignore the uncertainty of the current climate, to distract Taryon from his woes and worries about his friend.
They sit on his bed, Astarion dressed in comfortable pants and a loose tank top, playing a fighting game they had been engrossed in lately. Usually when they start a new fighting game, Astarion is the reigning champion right from the start with his quick fingers and reflexes, until Taryon studies up on the game and develops strategies and becomes a challenge. Astarion didn't have the attention span to read guides on the games they play, and honestly the thought never crosses his mind to look them up online, he merely stumbles upon combos and other secrets by sheer lucky of his button pushing, and it's always exciting when he manages to make one of the characters do something wild. Especially when the move winds up utterly destroying Taryon's character.
But right now, he's being a horrid little troll of a player and camping out in the corner of the screen, doing lower leg sweep after lower leg sweep, keeping Taryon from being able to reach him. His chuckling is absolutely diabolical.]