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[penitently]

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

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[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.

[penitently]

[Petre's getting a look now.]

That was not fondling. That was grabbing.

[broil]

But I was gentle.

[kurt pls.]

[penitently]

[He did chuckle.]

Gentle, yes, but still grabbing.

[broil]

You're so stubborn.

[But he looks pretty amused, chewing on his food.]

If I kissed it, would that be better?

[penitently]

You are not kissing my ear. You are eating.

[See that, Petre? That's a stern look.]

[broil]

I meant hypothetically!

[totally! don't be a dad.]

[penitently]

[Dad dad dad.]

I suppose I would not mind. I do not when N-- someone else does so.

[broil]

[OH MY]

Nnn-? Who's Nnn?´

[penitently]

...

Finish your food.

[broil]

Kurt!

[he gasps, mouth wide open.]

You've got a fling. You've got a fling! And you weren't going to tell me! I'm so hurt right now.

[penitently]

I didn't realize that it was something worth telling.

[broil]

Of course it is! We're buddies.

[penitently]

We are friends, yes, but... I suppose I do not know what one shares with friends.

[broil]

Now you do! And you're going to tell me all about it.

[see he settles himself more comfortably. story (gossip?) time.]