contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[cozen]

A tiny bit. Not as well as you can play the cello.

[bouchonne]

Well, the cello is just kinder and more forgiving. The fiddle is mercurial.

I wonder if that says something about us.

[cozen]

That I am a little lazy and you love to be punished?

[bouchonne]

Oh, I was thinking we had the souls of our instruments. But that could work as an interpretation, too.

[cozen]

Either.

[bouchonne]

Either.

[ Then: ]

I want you to do whatever makes you feel…fulfilled. At the end of the day. I want you to feel satisfied with your life.

[cozen]

[ Bastien nods, stirring his soup, and takes a few seconds to decide that the appropriate response to that is to stand up, take Byerly by the chin to turn and tilt his head, and give him a kiss that's firm and sure and reasonably lengthy.

When he stops he stays close. Nose to nose. His breath is soup-scented, but at least they have that in common. ]

If I don't get to watch you go grey, I won't be satisfied. So I will have to be careful. For my own sake.

[bouchonne]

I can't wait for you to be toothless.

[ There's a little bit of innuendo in that. Not too much. ]

We'll have to eat all our soups mashed up.

[cozen]

Slurry,

[ whispered seductively, punctuated by shifting his head the inch required to bite the tip of By's nose. Gently. A toothy beep beep, if Thedas had things that went beep beep. ]

You know how the project offices are mostly empty now?