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.]
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Date: 2014-02-11 11:10 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2014-02-12 11:50 am (UTC)[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.]