[Crozier makes the decision that one day he'll have to give that arse a good, hard whack with his hand. As Dorian flops down he once more slides his arm around him.]
[ Surprise: Dorian's a starved for affection cuddle bug. He snuggles up right next to Crozier, only extricating himself for a moment so he can slip under the bedsheets. ]
Good night, Francis. I'll make us breakfast in the morning.
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Good night, Francis. I'll make us breakfast in the morning.
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Good night, Dorian.