[ But the smile betrays her; despite the situation (situations, plural, rather), he always manages to cheer her up. Even if it's just to pull her head above water again... ]
I can do that. And then promise him a round of drinks; he'll like it if I say we'll have some of that... er. The vile stuff that destroys your taste buds.
[ She'd forgotten the name because the one time she'd had it had been a disastrous evening with a hangover to match.
Oh, right; she's a mother, still. And supposed to be an example. ]
You will, I can promise you that. [ Cecily hums lightly, meeting Justin's eyes; he then laughs as if there's been a joke told and looks back to try and grab at Dorian's fingers. ] From years of experiences.
[ Dorian turns the taunt into a tease instead, flirting easily with her, especially after all these years. Even now, despite how long he and the Bull have been together, it's just genuinely fun to flirt with people, even with no intent. ]
Oh, Maker, don't even remind me that foul, blighted sh-- swill exists.
[ His hands reach over to cover Justin's ears as he says it, grimacing at himself and then mouthing an apology at her. ]
It's fine. I'll let the Chargers get a hold of you and then you'll come toddling back to your mum with tattoos of naked wenches and bulging muscles, hm?
Don't you always? [ She finally does laugh in earnest. Their banter really hasn't changed since those first days and she's forever grateful for it, basking in the warmth and normality of their easy friendship. ]
Ah. So, I'm not the one one who's been exposed to that... [ She shakes her head, pulling a face. ] Ugh.
[ Dirty piss wrung through some old, dead skins, more like.
Her expression darkens playfully at the mention of what will apparently befall her son. ]
And to think I was going to let him run off with you. Well, Dorian, if your play was to get me to ask someone else to watch him, you've succeed. I'll have none of that, thank you very much.
Mmm, yes, he thought it would be quite the way to finish off a day of bandits and other excitement. I spent the rest of the morning wishing I were dead.
[ Bless Bull and bless his shitty alcohol choices. Bad enough Dorian was drinking the swill served normally, but that was on another level entirely.
Justin squirms under Dorian's hands, grabbing his wrists and tugging in a clear request to be lifted up, wanting to hang off him like an unruly monkey. Sighing, he acquiesces, swinging him back and forth gently once he's on his feet. ]
No, I suppose I've gotten rather attached to the little beast.
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[ Dorian rolls his eyes, keeping Justin entertained with sparkling fingers so he doesn't listen to the conversation too much.
At the request to make a promise, Dorian grins, bright and amused, giving her an utterly innocent look. ]
You'll have to be the one to break the news to Bull, I fear. He'll be heartbroken.
[ At least the dog isn't staying. He wouldn't mind it overmuch, but it's one less thing to fuss over. ]
Yes, I imagine I'll have my hands full with this one.
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[ But the smile betrays her; despite the situation (situations, plural, rather), he always manages to cheer her up. Even if it's just to pull her head above water again... ]
I can do that. And then promise him a round of drinks; he'll like it if I say we'll have some of that... er. The vile stuff that destroys your taste buds.
[ She'd forgotten the name because the one time she'd had it had been a disastrous evening with a hangover to match.
Oh, right; she's a mother, still. And supposed to be an example. ]
You will, I can promise you that. [ Cecily hums lightly, meeting Justin's eyes; he then laughs as if there's been a joke told and looks back to try and grab at Dorian's fingers. ] From years of experiences.
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[ Dorian turns the taunt into a tease instead, flirting easily with her, especially after all these years. Even now, despite how long he and the Bull have been together, it's just genuinely fun to flirt with people, even with no intent. ]
Oh, Maker, don't even remind me that foul, blighted sh-- swill exists.
[ His hands reach over to cover Justin's ears as he says it, grimacing at himself and then mouthing an apology at her. ]
It's fine. I'll let the Chargers get a hold of you and then you'll come toddling back to your mum with tattoos of naked wenches and bulging muscles, hm?
[ Justin seems all too enthused. ]
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Ah. So, I'm not the one one who's been exposed to that... [ She shakes her head, pulling a face. ] Ugh.
[ Dirty piss wrung through some old, dead skins, more like.
Her expression darkens playfully at the mention of what will apparently befall her son. ]
And to think I was going to let him run off with you. Well, Dorian, if your play was to get me to ask someone else to watch him, you've succeed. I'll have none of that, thank you very much.
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[ Bless Bull and bless his shitty alcohol choices. Bad enough Dorian was drinking the swill served normally, but that was on another level entirely.
Justin squirms under Dorian's hands, grabbing his wrists and tugging in a clear request to be lifted up, wanting to hang off him like an unruly monkey. Sighing, he acquiesces, swinging him back and forth gently once he's on his feet. ]
No, I suppose I've gotten rather attached to the little beast.