I don't really sleep in either. Sort of struggling to remember the last time I had a good night's sleep, actually.
[ also he grew up doing farm noble shit so you know. you get used to it.
squints....... makes a face.......... ] ...It's like you. Odd. Both of you should be wearing [ waves hand ] waistcoats, things like that. Not a dress. [ grumble ] I'll wear it if it keeps you two out of it in that damn cafe.
[ he'll suffer the indignity for you both.
begins thinking a little heterosexually about girls in pretty dresses.......... sighs.......... ]
Okay, well, learn! Sleeping's great, fucking sleep more, both of you.
[ it's gonna be terrible in the morning. she's going to fall asleep on you two and you're going to have to dislodge yourselves and it will be the worst thing in the world because she will be so sad. anyway all of this is being said where the phone can hear. ]
You won't catch me dead in a dress. Can't move in them.
[ looks at him thinking heterosexually with a dry look. a beat. and then when the phone is off because hulkenberg doesn't need to hear this part: ]
What about - your, uh, what about -- the prince. Think he'd look good in a dress?
[ THANKS FOR NOT DOING THAT TO HER, SHE WOULD BE SO RILED UP
she does roll her eyes even if the two of them can't see it, but she's drawing closer. if they listen over the sound of steam escaping strohl's ears, they might hear her combat heels clicking across the floor in the distance. ]
[ you would think having been murdered by hulkenberg he woul dhear this sound ]
God, but he probably would. He probably wouldn't even mind, would he?! "What's the matter, Strohl, it's easy to move in!" while Junah's putting him into any frock under the sun for the fun of it oh god he's so small.
okay recovers ] Vi was just taking the piss out of me! Stop assuming bizarre things!!
[ AND GIMME THAT DRINK he fumbles stupidly with the bottle and almost fails to catch it with a HUFF. embarrassed and refusing to look at that thought in the eye ever again ]
[ yes of course you are darling vi you have done nothing wrong*
*right now, you are also embarrassing and wily ]
Stop saying bizarre things, then. [ she's not yelling anymore, at least? as she sets down her alcohaul of ( mumbles in what's in there ) for them to rummage through, she balances on one foot, then the other, taking her booties off to set by the entrance. she's now no longer the same height as strohl but is still a horse. ]
[ she is probably half sprawled on strohl actually like, just really pound puppy about it where she's half in his lap but in the sense that she fell here rather than intentionally did this.
yawns. drinks. ]
Good, glad you're on board. [ satisfied emotions. ] Who do you think is cute? Strohl thinks Iris does taxes sexily.
[ she'll drop to sit with them, but not directly on them. her legs are out there, though, so that's probably going to lead to piling soon, what with the drinking and velcro dog behaviour.
takes cap off bottle a little too hard when vi asks that. ]
Ach - [ a ] Well, she did certainly have him by the jabot, earlier, didn't she.
[ immediately chokes on the drink and elbows vi in the gut, but like, really gently. just enough for an oof. ]
That is not what I said, selective hearing is a bloody curse around here-- and that is not an answer! [ gesturing with the bottle at hulkenberg - despite getting a fresh bottle he does not put it down. gotta keep that shit vi is still being babysat a little
anyway. ] Enough harassing Strohl, now! Enough. Answer the question.
also that's probably a good idea because she will just drink until she gets sick if they leave her to her own devices. right now she's just pleasantly tipsy, and the second hulkenberg is close enough she throws her ankle over her legs. c'mere. ]
'Tis a response! [ patting vi's ankle as she settles in, like this is fine.
she is delaying answering, taking a sip from her ale, ears twitching a notch lower in her embarrassment. ] Have you two really been drinking and discussing this..?
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[ unaware of what the two of you are picturing. ]
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[ also he grew up doing farm noble shit so you know. you get used to it.
squints....... makes a face.......... ] ...It's like you. Odd. Both of you should be wearing [ waves hand ] waistcoats, things like that. Not a dress. [ grumble ] I'll wear it if it keeps you two out of it in that damn cafe.
[ he'll suffer the indignity for you both.
begins thinking a little heterosexually about girls in pretty dresses.......... sighs.......... ]
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[ it's gonna be terrible in the morning. she's going to fall asleep on you two and you're going to have to dislodge yourselves and it will be the worst thing in the world because she will be so sad. anyway all of this is being said where the phone can hear. ]
You won't catch me dead in a dress. Can't move in them.
[ looks at him thinking heterosexually with a dry look. a beat. and then when the phone is off because hulkenberg doesn't need to hear this part: ]
What about - your, uh, what about -- the prince. Think he'd look good in a dress?
[ hehe ]
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she does roll her eyes even if the two of them can't see it, but she's drawing closer. if they listen over the sound of steam escaping strohl's ears, they might hear her combat heels clicking across the floor in the distance. ]
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God, but he probably would. He probably wouldn't even mind, would he?! "What's the matter, Strohl, it's easy to move in!" while Junah's putting him into any frock under the sun for the fun of it oh god he's so small.
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and then the wrath of a thousand suns in emotionshare form ]
What lewd things are you picturing of His Highness, Leon Strohl da Haliaetus!?
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ohfcuk ]
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It's nothing lewd! Come on, come talk girls with us.
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I'll kill you again! [ throws a bottle of ale at him ] Here's your alcohol, cad! I did not ask what either of you wanted so you get what you get!
[ wait ]
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okay recovers ] Vi was just taking the piss out of me! Stop assuming bizarre things!!
[ AND GIMME THAT DRINK he fumbles stupidly with the bottle and almost fails to catch it with a HUFF. embarrassed and refusing to look at that thought in the eye ever again ]
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anyway, she peers up at hulkenberg like uwu she is so innocent ]
Girls. How pretty they are?
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*right now, you are also embarrassing and wily ]
Stop saying bizarre things, then. [ she's not yelling anymore, at least? as she sets down her alcohaul of ( mumbles in what's in there ) for them to rummage through, she balances on one foot, then the other, taking her booties off to set by the entrance. she's now no longer the same height as strohl but is still a horse. ]
Yes, they are..?
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yawns. drinks. ]
Good, glad you're on board. [ satisfied emotions. ] Who do you think is cute? Strohl thinks Iris does taxes sexily.
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takes cap off bottle a little too hard when vi asks that. ]
Ach - [ a ] Well, she did certainly have him by the jabot, earlier, didn't she.
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That is not what I said, selective hearing is a bloody curse around here-- and that is not an answer! [ gesturing with the bottle at hulkenberg - despite getting a fresh bottle he does not put it down. gotta keep that shit vi is still being babysat a little
anyway. ] Enough harassing Strohl, now! Enough. Answer the question.
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also that's probably a good idea because she will just drink until she gets sick if they leave her to her own devices. right now she's just pleasantly tipsy, and the second hulkenberg is close enough she throws her ankle over her legs. c'mere. ]
Yeah, answer the question!
[ she will not but she'll harass the two of you ]
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she is delaying answering, taking a sip from her ale, ears twitching a notch lower in her embarrassment. ] Have you two really been drinking and discussing this..?
... 'tis. Different. For each one.
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Each one?
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ALSO LIKE CHINHANDS ]
What do you mean each one!
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