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[penitently]

"Please leave a message. I would not want to miss your call."

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[penitently]

Innuend-- oh. Ah... no.

[Yep. Blush time.]

[broil]

[The blue man blushes, whoa. And Petre laughs because he genuinely thinks he's funny. It's quite sad.]

I gotta wonder, though. Do you just spend your time alone all the time? [chew chew.] What is your type?

[penitently]

No. I work. And I visit with friends, much as I expect you do.

[He was ignoring that last part and eating his eggs, thank you.]

[broil]

[that's okay, he'll be obnoxious about that too.]

Just friends?

[penitently]

Mostly, yes.

[Gosh, Petre.]

[broil]

A-ha. Who are the rest.

[wiggling his fork at you.]

[penitently]

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

[Yes he did. But bacon, Petre. Bacon.]

[broil]

Your fuckbuddies! [dammit kurt!] Oh, sorry, I'm not supposed to use that word, am I.

[penitently]

[He had to cover his mouth as he coughed, looking up at Petre and giving him a scolding with his eyes.]

In that term, I do not have any.

[Nope. So far, Kurt was still a virgin. Aww...]

[broil]

What, seriously? That's a huge disappointment. You're one hot piece of ass.

[and he has a tail. imagine the possibilities. petre is going to do that now.]

[penitently]

[He blushes, ducking his head down to sip his coffee.]

Someone I know here says the same thing. You are both ridiculous.

[broil]

I thought you were proud of how you look.

[Omnomnom.]

[penitently]

I am not ashamed of it, but... I do not quite see the aspects you seem to.

[He wanted to be a real boy, Petre.]

[broil]

Do you want me to kiss you, Kurt. I'll do it. I'll give you your sleeping beauty kiss. It'll be the best.

[penitently]

[Another snort and a roll of his eyes.]

I have done that before, thank you. Even before coming here.

[broil]

Oh good! You deserve to be kissed. Do you like it when people nip at your ears?

[too personal? nonsense.]

[penitently]

[Petre...]

You ask the strangest questions.

[broil]

What? It's relevant. Look at your ears.

[penitently]

[Frown]

What is wrong with my ears?

[broil]

Who said they're wrong? They're awesome. Who wouldn't want to play with them?

[penitently]

[Another eye roll before he bit into a piece of bacon.]

They are ears. They are not to be played with. I think perhaps you are still drunk.

[broil]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ears are totally made to be played with, Kurt. You should try it sometime.

And I'm always drunk. Drunk on life!

[penitently]

Ach, ears are made to hear things with. You are definitely still drunk.

[broil]

Lies. They're an erogenous zone. Scientific fact, look it up.

[penitently]

They are ears. They are for hearing. Other places are those things.

[And maybe ears too.]