tfln meme

[hamelinic]

man i hate captcha. hit me here if you want to continue hijinks.

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Help that image I'm giggling

[gotbottle]

It's sadly true. Can't have us banned from the neighborhood bar. Home it is. Be right there.

There isn't time for another text message before she appears.

"Cynric. " His name, first, so her approach from behind doesn't startle, so the hand on his shoulder isn't a complete surprise.

Don't think he won't propose this someday. He will. 100%.

[hamelinic]

He's in the middle of typing something--typing is taking longer while his fingers are this confused--but the sound of her voice hits him happily. Spinning around is a slightly unsteady thing as she touches his arm, beam on his lips.

"Miss Conway."

Can he have a kiss hello? He'd like a kiss hello. Hopefully reaching to tuck her chin is a good sign of that.

They DO live on the top floor of their building. :|a

[gotbottle]

Of course he can have a kiss hello, she'd never refuse. She smiles as his fingertips find her chin, leaning in to press her lips to his.

It's clear he's been here a while. She's hardly one to talk--how many drunken nights has he put up with? Rescued her from? It's not a problem.

"Hello," she says softly, pulling away just far enough to rest her forehead against his.

...they may have to do this NOW. :|a

[hamelinic]

Lips are lovely. Lips are chased after by his own, stopped only by the pressing together of their foreheads. His hum is entirely pleased.

"D' you miss me today?"

Indeed :|a

[gotbottle]

"Yes."

She's certainly not so needy that she can't go a workday without him at her side. They're in no danger of veering into terrible 1990s-movie stalker territory.

But there's a definite absence, when they're apart, subtle. And a definite improvement upon seeing him again, being close enough to press lips together and feel the warmth of his body.

"Did you miss me?"

1/2

[sand_witch]

A sexually exhausted guy in my bed stuffed with lots of snacks sounds quite appealing.

2/2

[sand_witch]

Wait, was it an offer?

[hamelinic]

I am capable of being sexually exhausted in your bed, yes.

You might need to bring the snacks.

[sand_witch]

Stop laughing at me or I'll forget to bring the snacks.

[hamelinic]

Who's laughing? And will they be pretzels?

/gently follows you over from dat meme

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[A pause, as he thinks hard upon this matter.]

I genuinely do not know.

/happy scree

[hamelinic]

Nor do I.

[But, it occurs.]

Maybe so you'll entertain me in my broken hearted state of dashed dreams.

Please.

I actually did a thread with you ages ago with a different dude! I'm v. glad to be doing another :>

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Maybe.

[Okay, perhaps he feels a little bad for pooping on your dream.]

I have a bottle of rum and a deck of cards?

[If Cynric is hoping for more exciting entertainment than that, he'll have to suggest it himself. Horatio isn't the wildest party animal in town.]

--zuh? No way. Whowhowho.

[hamelinic]

[Rum is a good start. A deck of cards is a bad finish. Horatio. H o r a t i o. You're killing him Horatio. Can you feel the heavy sigh Horatio.]

Are you bragging or inviting?

Crazy necromancer out of Baldurs Gate, I think I thread dropped to go look at castles...

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[What, you don't want to spend hours getting drunkenly lectured on how to play a good hand of wist? Gosh, Cynric, if that's not your idea of fun then I don't know what is...]

Inviting. Or offering, if you'd prefer I come to you?

[Because not everyone wants to hang out in a tiny cabin on what seems to be a permanently docked ship.]

this was on my reading page so what if i gatecrashed

[mind_overmatter]

[1/2] ...are dicks hot, then?

[2/2] I think they're kinda chilly. Comparatively speaking.

you gatecrashed inTO MY ARMS and my 'ahaha I can't tag /huff' meme of choice \o/

[hamelinic]

[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.]

Stop ignoring the important part of the message for biological semantics. Come be roof-drunk with me.

Pfff I know those types of memes well \o/ TFLN is an oldie but a goodie

[mind_overmatter]

[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]

I'll be able to do serious tags when the dog and firecrackers are done making me jangly.

[hamelinic]

[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.]

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]

[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

@ long_range get in here nerd

[hamelinic]

{from here}


[Sir he can feel you feeling things from here. Cease. Cease learning the secrets of his heart.]

Maybe. I'm not sure being helpful really regains me much youthful street cred.

yesss

[long_range]

[Has there really ever been a lack of learning, though? Is it feasible to start now?]

I wouldn't worry about your street cred too much. I bet old boring guys like other old boring guys just fine.

:D ♥

[hamelinic]

You aren't nearly upset enough about my terrible fate.

♥

[long_range]

Terrible fate, huh? What, five years ago you'd be texting that ex back I take it?

[hamelinic]

Almost hands down.

Or at least, you know. Finding someone else's dick to send back to him.

[Maybe not in such danger of becoming a mature adult after all.]