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[lereveur]

You're waiting for a train . . .

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[lereveur]

He only wants the best for you, Arthur. It's for you to decide whether what he wishes align with your own.

[ It's all she will say of the matter. They're both grown men. ]

Velocity, of course. It's a wonder you've not charmed countless men and women with your mind, darling.

And of course you need plenty. You'll sit there while I eat them? I'm disappointed in you.

[pointedlook]

Yeah, well, work keeps me busy too. Kind of hard to establish anything when you're moving around a lot.

[ There's one night stands, of course, but he's picky as ever. ]

Fine, alright, I'll have a couple at most. And I won't be watching you eat them, I'll have my good friend wine to keep me company.

[lereveur]

Is that why you're so grumpy lately? All work and no play for my poor Arthur.

I know just the thing to fix this! ♥

[ At this rate, he will refuse to ever visit again. Or for a month, at most, and she will be terribly cross with him for it. ]

A couple is acceptable. [ For she intends to convince him to consuming more. ] Wine and sweets are the perfect pair. It's like us.

[pointedlook]

I play. Sometimes.

Why do I get a sinking feeling when you say that?

[ MAL WHAT ARE YOU PLOTTING ]

Obviously you're the sweets. [ Oh, smooth. ]

[lereveur]

Your playing is questionable at best. This is why you have me.

Trust me, chérie.

[ NOTHING, SHE IS INNOCENT OF ALL TERRIBLE THINGS YOU'RE THINKING OF, ARTHUR. ]

You are a red wine then, I've decided.