You're always beautiful, [ Dorian teases, ] just in a slightly frostbitten old man sort of way.
[ He dips his fingers in the goop again before Dorian slathers the rest of it on his face. After all, they were just talking about what a hedonist he is. He wants to feel good as well! ]
We relax, [ Dorian grins. ] We lay back on my bed, I'll put on some music, and we just relax for twenty minutes. And after that, when we peel the mask off, I'll do your nails.
[ Dorian moves over to his record player, leafing through his records as he talks. ]
Something instrumental. Something that we can just close our eyes to and vibe to. Something that you've never heard of before and that can blow your mind. Something—ha, this is perfect!
[ Dorian grins, taking a record out. He puts the record on as the sweet sounds of Henry Mancini start to play through the room. ]
I'll need to make you watch The Pink Panther at some point. It's a classic film—the sequels, not so much.
Then I'll make it happen, [ Dorian says, like it's the most obvious thing ever. That smile grows a little bigger as he lays back to listen to the music. ]
I am the wrong sorts of people, [ he points out. He goes quiet, letting the sound of Henry Mancini fill the room before Dorian points out, serious tone in his voice, ] You'll figure that out with time.
[ He doesn't know what deal Crozier would make. But he knows it would be better than Dorian's, a man who took up a job on a prison Barge because he's a coward, because he wants the Admiral to deal with this problem instead of him dealing with it himself.
But he's not saying that. Instead, Dorian raises up his hand so that he can look at his watch. ]
Five more minutes. It's supposed to go from goopy to stiff—you won't be able to peel it off if it's a bunch of goop, after all.
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[ He dips his fingers in the goop again before Dorian slathers the rest of it on his face. After all, they were just talking about what a hedonist he is. He wants to feel good as well! ]
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[He tries to smile, but it feels really really odd with the mask on.]
Well. Now what do we do?
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What sort of music?
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Something instrumental. Something that we can just close our eyes to and vibe to. Something that you've never heard of before and that can blow your mind. Something—ha, this is perfect!
[ Dorian grins, taking a record out. He puts the record on as the sweet sounds of Henry Mancini start to play through the room. ]
I'll need to make you watch The Pink Panther at some point. It's a classic film—the sequels, not so much.
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What's it about?
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Funny as hell. We should watch it together some day.
[ Dorian's eyes are closed as well, and there's a little smile on his face as he just enjoys the moment. ]
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[The movie itself is irrelevant, it’s the company he enjoys.]
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After all, if I want something, I'll get it.
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[ nope. ]
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[He turns his head, away from Dorian's gaze, considering.]
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Honestly? I think your intentions are better than mine. If you were in my shoes, you'd have a deal for more than just yourself.
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[Because he's here as an inmate, and Dorian Gray is a warden, and that's all there is to it.]
My face is getting stiff.
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But he's not saying that. Instead, Dorian raises up his hand so that he can look at his watch. ]
Five more minutes. It's supposed to go from goopy to stiff—you won't be able to peel it off if it's a bunch of goop, after all.
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[Time to change the subject, before Dorian spirals.]
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[He chuckles and gets up from the bed, trying to wriggle his nose.]
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[ He realizes that he's accidentally swapped things to first name basis right as he says it. ]
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