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]

And music.

[ His legs are falling asleep. He does not care. ]

Especially music. You ought to really do that, someday—pass along some of that talent.

[bouchonne]

What - Teach?

[ The idea has, evidently, from his tone, never occurred to him. ]

[cozen]

Maybe. If we ever come across anyone with enough promise that it won't be pure frustration.

[bouchonne]

Hm.

[ It's an interesting idea. ]

I did give music lessons for money, back in earlier times, but they were - you know - music lessons.

[ Said more with a bit of drollness rather than a wink-wink-nudge-nudge attitude. A job is a job, after all, and even though that sort of work seems titillating it's still, in truth, work. ]

[cozen]

[ Bastien huffs a single ha, devoid of judgment or particular concern. ]

Singing lessons.

[ A compliment. Sometimes he drives even Bastien, who is very quiet when it isn't a matter of putting on a show, to make an earnest and involuntary sound. ]

You should try it. Especially if we don't need the money, and you can teach the sort of people who wouldn't be able to afford it otherwise. Now and then, you know, when there is a lull between wrongs to right.

[bouchonne]

[ And he does love to do so. Nothing more flattering to one's ego than proving one's skill greater than a Bard's. ]

And I could become an absolute tyrant. Bully students till they start to cry. Slap their palms with the bow for failing a note.

[ Said with an amused tone. He doesn't really mean it. ]

[cozen]

You would never.

[ Equally amused. ]

You would tell them jokes and teach them to play the fun songs.

[bouchonne]

Base slander. For shame.

[ He smiles wryly, and then admits: ]

I'd teach them to play the smutty songs.

[cozen]

[ Through laughter, ] C'est mon garçon. They will love you.

[ Perhaps his nephews could have lessons, too, Bastien thinks, and puts it with all his other hopes. Quietly. Until there's word from Gwaren, every mention will have unhappy caveats.

Instead, he gives him a kiss on his shoulder. ]

I love you. If I deserve more than the world, you deserve two. We'll have to get you the moons.

[bouchonne]

I am -

[ A loving nuzzle - ]

Quite content with what I have. Probably because what I have has an ass that's like two moons. Perfectly-shaped.

[cozen]

[ For a moment the silent oh and beginning of a full-body melt can probably be felt, the way they're sitting, but the joke startles him into laughter and pulls him back from the edge of turning into goo and dripping all over the floor. ]

And similarly pockmarked, [ is a gross exaggeration, ] and inhabited by whales, [ is a Moonlight on the Feast of Shadows moon-whale joke for Thedosian nerds and, also, a dick joke. It is a accompanied by a light and cheerful grope. ]

[bouchonne]

[ That gets him a cackle, appreciative of the bawdy sophistication of the joke as well as charmed by the boldness. ]

And full of intriguing mysteries that brave men thrill at the thought of exploring.

[cozen]

[ Their cackling may very well harmonize.

Poor Benedict. ]

If you're very good, [ as if he'd ever be anything else, ] you can establish a colony.

[ What does that mean, in this context? He has no idea. He's just saying words now. ]

[bouchonne]

[ It's a truth universally acknowledged that even nonsense can be flirting if you say it lasciviously enough. ]

Perhaps we'll be there to mine moon ores. Set up a whole business operation.

[cozen]

[ Bastien turns his face into By's shoulder to smother his laughter. When he catches his breath, he peels back enough to say, ]

To make moon swords and defeat Corypheus with a piece of my ass.