[Cynric, don't tell me you can't handle a silly chick like Apacci.]
Gimme your address...
Gimme your address...
"Hey, buying you gaudy ornaments is my job, remember?" She leans in just a little, the better to pull him close and cup a hand around the back of his neck as his head rests on her shoulder. "Besides. He's an old cop. No imagination. He'd buy you something really plain and you wouldn't be happy with it. Take the drink, it's a better plan."
Though maybe not just this moment. "Someone's bound to ask about our sex life," she allows, fingers drifting up into his hair. "I work with a bunch of nosy reporters, we're not escaping any such gathering without someone going there. We'll need a good story. Come home. You can tell everyone all about that time I took advantage of you being drunk and did absolutely filthy things to you."
Shameless ploy to get him off this stool? Perhaps.
Though maybe not just this moment. "Someone's bound to ask about our sex life," she allows, fingers drifting up into his hair. "I work with a bunch of nosy reporters, we're not escaping any such gathering without someone going there. We'll need a good story. Come home. You can tell everyone all about that time I took advantage of you being drunk and did absolutely filthy things to you."
Shameless ploy to get him off this stool? Perhaps.
The problem, of course, is that she's let him get comfortable. She's stroking through his hair and letting him rest where the whole world smells like her soap. She may never get him to move again.
"'m fairly certain you couldn't take advantage of me," he murmurs. "I live in... a fairly constant state 'f wanting t' do filthy things with you."
"'m fairly certain you couldn't take advantage of me," he murmurs. "I live in... a fairly constant state 'f wanting t' do filthy things with you."
[It's very offending to assume that Apacci would cause any harm of rare, antique musical instruments. She'd be definitely curious of them and maybe she'd like to see how they work or hold them and try to play them, and well, accidents do happen sometimes, even to 200 years old violins, but it was just a whim of bad fortune. Most probably.
Or if Cynric would be bold enough to anger an Arrancar and aforementioned instruments were at hand for some reason maybe Apacci would use them to cause harm to Cynric. No, she would not cause any harm to the instruments, not intentionally.
Long story short, the hotel room is a good idea.]
Or if Cynric would be bold enough to anger an Arrancar and aforementioned instruments were at hand for some reason maybe Apacci would use them to cause harm to Cynric. No, she would not cause any harm to the instruments, not intentionally.
Long story short, the hotel room is a good idea.]
Damn. Time to come up with a Plan B. But in the meantime, more rubbing his neck, more letting him rest warmly against her, because it all is really quite lovely.
"Oh, Mr. Invorian. The things you say. I guess it's only fair to confess I too live in a similar state of wanting to do entirely filthy things to you on a near-constant basis."
"Oh, Mr. Invorian. The things you say. I guess it's only fair to confess I too live in a similar state of wanting to do entirely filthy things to you on a near-constant basis."
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[Horatio wants to play wist! Don't be such a hater, Cynric!]
How kind of me.
[Buuuut, okay he was sort of expecting to do that.]
I'm staying on board The Indefatigable, down in the docks. Should I let out the gangplank for you?
How kind of me.
[Buuuut, okay he was sort of expecting to do that.]
I'm staying on board The Indefatigable, down in the docks. Should I let out the gangplank for you?
this was on my reading page so what if i gatecrashed
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mind_overmatter
2014-01-29 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[1/2] ...are dicks hot, then?
[2/2] I think they're kinda chilly. Comparatively speaking.
[2/2] I think they're kinda chilly. Comparatively speaking.
[No sweet darling baby monk that metaphor was not meant to be used on yooooou but on some other human person. Drunk fingers, why have you done this thing. Horrible. Just horrible.
But, you know.]
But, you know.]
Stop ignoring the important part of the message for biological semantics. Come be roof-drunk with me.[Minimizing the whims of bad fortune pertaining to his violins is absolutely a large part of Cynric's game plan. As is meeting pretty ladies for sex, snacks and naps generally.
So he'll be waiting quite contentedly with a room key in his hand and a whistle on his lips for her.]
So he'll be waiting quite contentedly with a room key in his hand and a whistle on his lips for her.]
[Apacci looked around in the quite little hall of the not too expansive hotel and tried to figure if the prankster-looking blond guy could be the one for she had, well, stole all the pretzels from a convenient store nearby. Luckily enough she was the only female being in the hall, and she was definitely more attractive than the furniture. At least she had eyes, even though they were two-toned, and her breasts were bigger than any of the armchairs around. Plus, she had a unicorn horn. A unique one.
If Cynric didn't fell in love with her at the first sight he did deserve to spent his day with a boring and sexually uninterested armchair in his bed. Without snacks.]
If Cynric didn't fell in love with her at the first sight he did deserve to spent his day with a boring and sexually uninterested armchair in his bed. Without snacks.]
Pfff I know those types of memes well \o/ TFLN is an oldie but a goodie
mind_overmatter
2014-01-30 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Not for her? Oh, the indignity of it all. Damn Cynric's clumsy fingers (is such a thing even possible on a bard?).
But the biology is so interesting, Cynric. Killjoy.
But.]
I don't know about 'semantics' but if you're still sober enough to use scholar words at me I guess I'll come up with you.
Maybe.
[and then her writer belatedly realized the hilarity of Cynric typing and wheezed to herself for a solid two minutes]
But the biology is so interesting, Cynric. Killjoy.
But.]
I don't know about 'semantics' but if you're still sober enough to use scholar words at me I guess I'll come up with you.
Maybe.
[and then her writer belatedly realized the hilarity of Cynric typing and wheezed to herself for a solid two minutes]
[He'll have you know he's an entirely literate human person in every incarnation past the Victorian era, thank you very much.
And he'll have Lee know that he is the King of Sobriety always all the time.]
And he'll have Lee know that he is the King of Sobriety always all the time.]
I gormandize scholar-words for morning meal. Come and also bring more beer. Oh I thought it started tomorrow! Well have tons of fun! (I assume jangly may be fun?)
mind_overmatter
2014-01-30 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lee is the King of Sobriety, you're welcome very much. Or she usually is. Assuming we're using that term literally and no longer sarcastically, and-- too much thinking for hot days when roofs are near.]
now you're just messing with me. And get them yourself!
Oh ok lucky you, I just got handed another anyway. Fine. I'm coming upstairs.
Cynric where are the stairs
now you're just messing with me. And get them yourself!
Oh ok lucky you, I just got handed another anyway. Fine. I'm coming upstairs.
Cynric where are the stairs
[Apacci's chest warmed up as she looked at the cheerful hunk. She held tighter the paper bag full of freshly baked, still hot pretzels.]
Darling? Not yet. Apacci, for now. And you're the one who filled my phone with your spam, aren't you?
Darling? Not yet. Apacci, for now. And you're the one who filled my phone with your spam, aren't you?
[In fairness, being the King of Sobriety is actually the worst. The woooorst.
Which Lee no longer is, as she is coming to see him with beer.]
Which Lee no longer is, as she is coming to see him with beer.]
You can't be too drunk to find the stairs.
I literally cannot imagine you so drunk you can't find the stairs.I'm not drunk! I just got cnvniced by Aastair to try a beer and then when I went to find out where he crawld ofg ot he was naked wiht some ghirl
so i finished the bottle
I FOUND THE STIARS HAHA I TODL YOU I'M NOT DRUNK. YOU WEER WRONG.
so i finished the bottle
I FOUND THE STIARS HAHA I TODL YOU I'M NOT DRUNK. YOU WEER WRONG.
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