[ Bastien snorts and laughs. The laugh lasts longer, as he droops forward to kiss the whorl of hair on top of By's head, now with the added benefit of huffing hot laughing breaths onto his scalp. Whiskey is busy answering him big broad swipes of her tongue, which gives Bastien the opportunity to say, ]
Horrible,
[ in his own very Orlesian voice. 'orreeble.
Behind him, the kettle begins to bubble audibly, not quite fully boiling. He does what he can without getting up, but ultimately he has to, to assemble the coffee. He says, ] Bacon-alia, [ to himself as he goes, still tickled.
Less under-his-breath: ]
We should do something nice today. Your first day of freedom. No one will blame us if we don't go in to the Gallows at all.
[ When he makes to pass a hot mug into Byerly's hands, finally, he works in a bit of not-really-hidden sleight of hand to also pass a ring onto the tip of By's finger, where it hands loosely in need of being pulled all the way down. It's a fox, as requested, etched into the face of a silver signet ring.
Having ruined his own opportunity to romantically slide it on while naked and cozy, Bastien's gone full anti-fuss; his only comment on the matter is a particularly pleased smile as he settles down to sit on the ground beside By with coffee of his own. ]
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[ He gathers up her heavy, droopy head and showers loud kisses all over her nose and ears. ]
I would never. Your life will be a proper bacon-alia at all times.
[ He wiggles his butt a little bit in a bit of pride over his terrible pun. ]
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Horrible,
[ in his own very Orlesian voice. 'orreeble.
Behind him, the kettle begins to bubble audibly, not quite fully boiling. He does what he can without getting up, but ultimately he has to, to assemble the coffee. He says, ] Bacon-alia, [ to himself as he goes, still tickled.
Less under-his-breath: ]
We should do something nice today. Your first day of freedom. No one will blame us if we don't go in to the Gallows at all.
[ When he makes to pass a hot mug into Byerly's hands, finally, he works in a bit of not-really-hidden sleight of hand to also pass a ring onto the tip of By's finger, where it hands loosely in need of being pulled all the way down. It's a fox, as requested, etched into the face of a silver signet ring.
Having ruined his own opportunity to romantically slide it on while naked and cozy, Bastien's gone full anti-fuss; his only comment on the matter is a particularly pleased smile as he settles down to sit on the ground beside By with coffee of his own. ]