Anders (
not_every_mage) wrote2014-12-23 11:14 am
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Room 322, Tuesday Afternoon
Anders had hoped for a clear day so he and Nathan could have one last picnic before the end of the year, but it was too cold and wet to be outside. (For him, anyhow. Probably not for Nathan.) He tried to make up for it by opening the windows as far as he could without letting rain in and unplugging everything electric on his side of the room.
The nice thing was the blasted carols had stopped, so his room was quiet.
He laid out an array of Mexican food -- probably more than they could eat, but he'd gotten overwhelmed by the menu and decided one of everything was the wisest course. And then he waited and tried to keep Lachlan out of the guacamole.
[OOC: For the boy, please.]
The nice thing was the blasted carols had stopped, so his room was quiet.
He laid out an array of Mexican food -- probably more than they could eat, but he'd gotten overwhelmed by the menu and decided one of everything was the wisest course. And then he waited and tried to keep Lachlan out of the guacamole.
[OOC: For the boy, please.]
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He also liked trying to make Nathan blush sometimes.
"And thank you. I've ...actually never thought about my voice,but you have a good one too."
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"You are better," he reiterated firmly. "And everyone should be able to see that. To know that."
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He twisted to sit next to Nathan,maneuvering around the food just to be closer.
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"Is this good or bad?" he asked, walking the fingers up higher,over Nathan's shoulder and toward the nape of his neck. "Purely for science, of course."
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"No, it didn't hurt," he said quickly. "That felt...it made me want to shiver."
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He kept stroking at Nathan's neck, fingertips venturing north to the tips of his ears and south toward his shoulder blades. Every so often he sent along another little frisson of sparks.
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