Lord Chris Sonom (
chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
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Anything you make? Just something simple. With vegetables in it. Vegetables in winyer is never going to get old.
75.
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Oh
I see
Well, I thought you still looked sexy as fuck at 40-something, little did I know you were looking that good as a venerated elder. You must be the finest of wines indeed.
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I'm not sure I'd go as far as to say I'm as bad as fermented fruit, but thank you. I appreciate the flattery, whippersnapper.
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What about Brandy?
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Brandy is just fermented wine love. Its like grapes that have gone off twice over.
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I suppose I can be swayed by sweet words now and again
I love you too
I don’t think it’s actually been said since you came back, but if you’re ready to hear it, I’ll tell you till you’re sick of it
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Let me square away with a few things and I’ll be over within the hour. Keep you company through whatever you’re up to
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Besides, you know that's not true.
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Which entails standing in front of a mirror, covering your left eye and then saying something like "what a beautiful arse you have blondie"
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I know I have a nice ass, I'll take that compliment.
Maybe I'll find something special to wear over to our little party. Even if you're not inclined to touch, could give you plenty to look at.
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I'm sure whatever you want to wear will look beautiful. And besides I think... I think I've adjusted. To being here. We'll see how the night goes.
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I promise I’ll want you even beyond the day death finally sticks and my soul’s moved on to its new purpose. It won’t forget they feel of yours wrapped around it.
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But no, they're not. Not if I've any say.
[He would set everything on fire around him, reduce the nearby populace to withered husks, before he saw Jacob's life leave him again. He should talk to him about that...but not in the same proverbial breath as talk of birthday celebrations. It could wait.]
I'll see you in a bit? We can go for some black ice cream, whatever flavor that is.
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But I don't want to think of yours, mine, or anyone else's that I care about. I've had my fill of it.
Black ice cream? Sure. And you can explain to me why the world needed black ice cream.