[Sweetheart. Sweet, petulant darling. Fussy, bratty magistrate that has his heart and his devotion, and whose pause signifies any number of things, but none of them rejection. He smiles when he feels his phone buzz, and feels a soft warmth flood through him at the response.]
You want to dress as a pirate, you mean, and strut around on deck, barking orders and posing with a sword.
[I know you, little love.]
But if you truly find you have a sudden hankering for dirt and sweat and endless toil under the sun, I will make it so.
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You want to dress as a pirate, you mean, and strut around on deck, barking orders and posing with a sword.
[I know you, little love.]
But if you truly find you have a sudden hankering for dirt and sweat and endless toil under the sun, I will make it so.