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[hamelinic]

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

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[hamelinic]

You're here.

[Possibly for romancing. Also possibly for acquiring a test subject to romance. Either way, he was the sober monitor meant to ensure the not dock falling off.]

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Yes but you can't romance me.

[And maybe he means you can't romance me because depending on the time period it might be a hanging offense, or perhaps he means you can't romance me because I am not a fancier of boys, but somehow, it comes out sounding like you can't romance me because you're a rubbish drunk and not nearly suave enough.

Impugned indeed!]

[hamelinic]

[For such a ridiculously good wife, this is a ridiculous amount of impugning. Just rude, really.

As is throwing a bit of bread at the other man, but it's just the regular sort of rude.]

Then it's a wash, is'n'ah. Can't prove either way.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[Oh, that bit of bread is going right back on your plate, Mister.]

What do you expect me to do? Should we go wandering out into the night looking for someone for you to throw yourself at?

[hamelinic]

[But Mooooooom.

Also but why not. This lack of eating and instead thoughtfully staring is very clearly 'why do you suggest that like a bad plan that is an awesome plan you burk.']

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[No it's not.

No it's not and we're not doing it.]

Just finish your sandwich.

[hamelinic]

[Booooooooooooo.]

's 'cos you know I'm right.

[Romance-y and he knows it. Even while half-coherent like this.]

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[Horatio says nothing. He just slowly reaches for the rum and uncorks it, before taking a heavy swig.]

Finish your sandwich.

[He was clearly underestimating how drunk he'd need to be to endure this.]

[hamelinic]

[Ah yes. Yes good. Hello rum. Even if you're for Horatio and not Cynric, you are going to help with this ridiculous downer-ism.

Sandwich raised for a toast, then happily stuffed back into Cynric's mouth.]

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[Well, if Horatio gets a bit more drunk and Cynric sobers up a bit, maybe they can meet in the middle somewhere and both nap.

Horatio sinks down onto the edge of his bed, across the small table from Cynric.]

You, Sir, are more trouble than you could possibly be worth.

[Said with affection, despite himself.]

[hamelinic]

And yet you invite me to your boat for delicious sandwiches.

[How can you be mad at this beaming smile, Horatio. How can you be angry with happy cheerful kisses blown in your direction between munches of sandwich.

Isn't this better than whist? This is a million times better than whist.]