bass-boosted whitney houston intensifies in the distance;

[doggish]

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[illithidnapped]

Because BATTLE TACTICS for one

That man was born with just as many silver spoons in his mouth as I have- he doesn't know a damned thing about combat, he's just showing off.

Probably hoping to get you round his arm too

[doggish]

Oh, is he now? Through the cunning use of discussing battle tactics? It's a fitting ploy, I'll admit.

And what's to stop him from trying to get you in his bed, little magistrate? Shall I pour jealously over all your group texts, or does he save his most sordid insinuations for a private line?

Besides: from what Violet has taunted, it used to be you and Petras who would tangle tongues by the end of the night . . .

[Like, does he believe it, no, but let him have his revenge.]

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[illithidnapped]

ah ah don't try and make this about

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[illithidnapped]

SHE

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[illithidnapped]

SAID

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[illithidnapped]

WHAT?????????????????

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[doggish]

That, inevitably, there used to be a few parties in which the two of you would be snarling so much at one another you'd have to end it by grinding and rutting until someone either passed out or came.

[doggish]

Apparently it was 50/50 on who would top on any given night.

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[doggish]

. . . did you ever . . .?

I will not judge.

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[doggish]

Much.

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[illithidnapped]

[Even at a distance Fenris might be able to track the sound of a phone cracking under pressure.]

ID SOONER STICK MY COCK IN A BLENDER THAN

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[illithidnapped]

NO!!!!!

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[illithidnapped]

NO?????!!

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[illithidnapped]

NOT. ONCE. NOT ONCE DID WE EVER COME CLOSE










OR AT ALL

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[illithidnapped]

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[illithidnapped]

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WHAT ELSE HAS SHE BEEN TELLING YOU??????

[doggish]

[Oh, this is payback and then some. He can't stop laughing, no matter that Talindra keeps shooting him looks (for he's meant to be helping her peel potatoes, not incessantly texting their beloved master).]

Are you not meant to be judging someone right now? The information will keep, and I would hate to distract you from so many important duties.

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[illithidnapped]

I AM JUDGING SOMEONE

H E R

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[illithidnapped]

and you didn't seem to hate the notion of distraction when you were telling me to delete all those phtotographs either

[doggish]

That had to do with your safety, and mine. This is merely about your dignity, which is more expendable.

She did attempt to convince me you've had work done on your face and ass, but that, at least, I knew to be a lie.

[illithidnapped]

[Oh.

Well.

That certainly nets Leto more than a small smattering of points from the elf across the line now flush and fawning slightly. He's almost forgotten his outrage.

Almost.]

Well you've seen more of both than the lot of them, so I'm not surprised that unlike the herd you know the truth.

And Violet always was jealous.





of everyone.

[doggish]

Don't discount the other four senses. Touch alone did a great deal of work as well.

Jealous in what ways? Regale me with some gossip, as long as you aren't held up in court.

[illithidnapped]

I can't regale you if you take away my phone, you know. Just putting that out there.

But I've twenty more minutes to spare before I have to pretend to listen, what sort of gossip do you want? Familial? Intimate? Societal?

I've heard it all, though some are more scandalous than others.

[doggish]

Societal. Or whatever is most scandalous, your choice. What shocks the noble patriars, hm?

[illithidnapped]

[Not even calling him out for admitting that he'll slack during his next session? They've come so far, together.]

A wet shirt. An out of season pair of shoes. That's what shocks the noble patriar; it doesn't take much.

buuuuuuuuuuuut if what you want is the sort of scandal that'll never make you look twice at her the same way again, I've heard tell she has a secret twin sister.