[ he kind of regrets it he was having a nice time in his slightly bony hug, but viktor is probably right they will end up being late. running his fingers over the repairs, humming, before going to dig a hand into the pockets. ]
[ making sure the pack is in there, but he doesn't pull any out. rude to smoke in a small room anyway. ]
I think the nine mages in my skull and the kidnapping to another plane to be exploited for free labor under threat of death is also quite bad for me, so in the grand picture, it's not striking much of a mark for me. [ scoffing anyway. ] I'm not a drinker and I don't care for gambling, so allow me one vice.
[ snorting, flicking a match at him for being annoying. ]
I drink for pleasure, I just don't drink. The kind of drinking you do to drown the world and all its horrors behind a warm haze. I don't find it a useful salve for wounds of the psyche. Dulls the senses, loosens the tongue, doesn't fill the void. But I drank at that party didn't I?
I told you I'd bloody sing so sing I will, arsehole.
[HEY! THEIR ROOM. Throne has already made it messy enough. He picks the match up after looking mildly smug about it.]
I don't know, your cup could have been filled with juice... I know there were some other people like that.
[LIKE HIM.
The way I can't keep this match because he would have absolutely tried to light Eunhyuk on fire with it if he had it. He offers it toward Lucien, but doesn't move.]
[ HELP ME imagining the world with one single sadness match in the murder doc. he'll lean over to take it back, he needs those, he's got to keep the balance on matches and cigarettes because he stubbornly refuses to use a lighter. ]
[Lucien, please get a ZIPPO. It's sexy? The bad boy flicking the Zippo open and shut over and over while he's half in the shadows? LUCIEN YOU ARE FAILING HERE.]
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My cigarettes?
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They're in there.
[He picks up the needle so when he stands, he can carry it back of his desk and get it out of the way.]
You shouldn't smoke, you know. It's bad for you.
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I think the nine mages in my skull and the kidnapping to another plane to be exploited for free labor under threat of death is also quite bad for me, so in the grand picture, it's not striking much of a mark for me. [ scoffing anyway. ] I'm not a drinker and I don't care for gambling, so allow me one vice.
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[The tone is already teasing. He pretends to make a show of thoughtfulness.]
So you're saying I won't ever hear you sing because there's no way I'd be able to convince you to drink.
[The fact he is giving Lucien a hard time about this when he also does not drink.]
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I drink for pleasure, I just don't drink. The kind of drinking you do to drown the world and all its horrors behind a warm haze. I don't find it a useful salve for wounds of the psyche. Dulls the senses, loosens the tongue, doesn't fill the void. But I drank at that party didn't I?
I told you I'd bloody sing so sing I will, arsehole.
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I don't know, your cup could have been filled with juice... I know there were some other people like that.
[LIKE HIM.
The way I can't keep this match because he would have absolutely tried to light Eunhyuk on fire with it if he had it. He offers it toward Lucien, but doesn't move.]
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[ HELP ME imagining the world with one single sadness match in the murder doc. he'll lean over to take it back, he needs those, he's got to keep the balance on matches and cigarettes because he stubbornly refuses to use a lighter. ]
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Some people just like juice.
[He beckons with his hand.]
Come on. You can tarry if you want, but outside. I can't allow such a rapscallion like yourself to remain in Throné's room with all of her clothes. You might fancy yourself one of her undergarment sets, and then I would have to explain how I snuck a stranger into our room and he put them on.