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[penitently]

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

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[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.]

[broil]

[points at him.] Don't be a prude.

[penitently]

I am no such thing.

[broil]

Then let me touch them. Just one. I'll only touch one.

[he lifts a finger. Just one, see?]

[penitently]

Why on earth do you want to touch something you just said was for... other things?

[broil]

Because they're so cute! Why, afraid you might like it?

[penitently]

I am not afraid I will like it. I'm certain I won't mind it. But you, Petre, are oddly fascinated with them and you are not eating your food.

[broil]

I'll eat it all quietly if you let me touch them.

[isn't he an excellent negotiator.]

[penitently]

[There was a sigh. It was like talking to a child.

But...]

Fine.

[broil]

Awesome.

[so he scoots over, and with about three fingers he lightly pinches an ear between them. Feels it all the way to the tip with the pads, then just soothes them out a little.]

I knew it. Awesome.

[penitently]

[It wasn't quite what he thought it would be, but he sits there patiently and waits for him to be done.]

You knew what?

[broil]

That I'd love these ears. Duh!

[but a promise is a promise, and he takes his hand back. time to eat.]

What about you? How'd that feel.

[penitently]

Like... someone touching my ears? You are a strange one sometimes, Petre.

[Truly.]

[broil]

Really? Not a pleasant shiver or anything?

And you say that like it's a bad thing.

[penitently]

... Not from just being grabbed, nein.

It is not. It is merely a fact. I am blue. You are strange.

[broil]

Ha! I like your thinking, True Blue.

[does kurt listen to madonna he should]

I didn't grab you. I was fondling.