They what? [It comes out more like "tey wot?" with an attempt at real worry. That's. That's awful. People and animals dying. And a lot of them, from the sounds of it. What sort of wretched world did Julie come from? And why is she so equipped to be exquisite at throwing parties?]
We have parrots. And peacocks. I love peacocks. With the big tails.
[He's never seen a white one, though. Would it be as magnificent? Truthfully, she could grant him a robin and he would be delighted. He gives gifts often, but gifts in return are rather rare even in the Horizon, making them all the more precious.
He squeezes her hand, helping her sit up. He suspects if neither of them attempt to move for too long, they may spend all night here, piled on top of each other.] It's bizarre, for sure, but handy. You are welcome in my head at any time.
[And he agrees about the pictures. Especially if they were unconsciously sent. The horrors. He likes keeping his thoughts in his own head, thank you.
He gives her a kiss on each cheek, readjusting the silks around his loins that have slipped up a bit too high, revealing the fur really does go just about everywhere.] You should enjoy the end of your party, Julie. And have a very relaxing night afterwards.
[Speaking of gifts. He feels it's only fair he leaves her one. He rubs his fingers together and produces a small glass bottle with a glass stopper, a liquid inside that nearly matches the pink of her hair. Stopper lifted, it has the smell of mint, sage, and roses.] A bath oil I used to make at home for myself. I imagine a relaxing soak at the end of the night would be a treat.
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We have parrots. And peacocks. I love peacocks. With the big tails.
[He's never seen a white one, though. Would it be as magnificent? Truthfully, she could grant him a robin and he would be delighted. He gives gifts often, but gifts in return are rather rare even in the Horizon, making them all the more precious.
He squeezes her hand, helping her sit up. He suspects if neither of them attempt to move for too long, they may spend all night here, piled on top of each other.] It's bizarre, for sure, but handy. You are welcome in my head at any time.
[And he agrees about the pictures. Especially if they were unconsciously sent. The horrors. He likes keeping his thoughts in his own head, thank you.
He gives her a kiss on each cheek, readjusting the silks around his loins that have slipped up a bit too high, revealing the fur really does go just about everywhere.] You should enjoy the end of your party, Julie. And have a very relaxing night afterwards.
[Speaking of gifts. He feels it's only fair he leaves her one. He rubs his fingers together and produces a small glass bottle with a glass stopper, a liquid inside that nearly matches the pink of her hair. Stopper lifted, it has the smell of mint, sage, and roses.] A bath oil I used to make at home for myself. I imagine a relaxing soak at the end of the night would be a treat.