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[brushoff]

"You've reached the inbox of one Dorian Gray. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

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Re: audio

[epistemological]

[ They are thankfully at his door. He's opening it, holding it for Dorian, and closing it all before taking a moment to look at him, blushing and ridiculous.

In some fantasy of his, he'd turn around and kiss him on the mouth right then, just to let him know how fond of him he is, how delightful and ridiculous all of it is.

But Jon's still... still a little gun shy at the moment, which is why he'll instead point to the dog. ]

Winifred, reporting for duty, I believe.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Come here you awful slobbering beast, [ Dorian coos, grinning at Winifred. He makes a few little kissy noises, happy to pet the dog and not worry about his embarrassment. ]

Re: audio

[epistemological]

[ Winifred will trot forward and go for all of the loving he's got for her. Jon's going to shake his head and go to make tea. ]

Re: audio

[brushoff]

[ There are plenty of scratches and scritches and 'whoosa good girl'. After a moment, Dorian stops the pets to look over at Jon. ]

You really have an entire menagerie here. Frankly, it's ridiculous.

Re: audio

[epistemological]

Only one animal was mine originally.

And Sandy doesn't even sleep here.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

How big is Sandy going to get anyway?

Re: audio

[epistemological]

Gargantuan, I believe. But not for some time.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

That's the point when you need to go full Born Free and drop it back off at the Planet of the Sandworms to live in peace with it's own kind.

Re: audio

[epistemological]

I'd have to start out quite a bit before that to be able to transport her there.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Better that happens than you have a giant fucking sandworm that you can't deal with.

Re: audio

[epistemological]

I should probably ask the Admiral if, um, he'd be able to provide transport in that case. Just as a precaution.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

You think? [ he dryly, sarcastically responds. ]

Re: audio

[epistemological]

[ You're getting a Look, Dorian. ]

You say that as if she wasn't dumped in my lap by someone else in between a dozen other ridiculous insane things. It's not as if I've had time to think about it.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Knock on wood, things should be calmer now for a bit, [ he shrugs. ] You've got time now.

Re: audio

[epistemological]

Hopefully. He still swerves into situations where our worst nightmares are shown on reflective surfaces far too often.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Maybe we'll get our greatest desires on reflective surfaces next time. I wouldn't mind staring at shirtless James Dean all day.

[ His greatest desire would be Toby the dead vampire boyfriend and they both know it. ]

Re: audio

[epistemological]

I wonder if I'll be able to read a book off of the screen.

[ They both know his wouldn't be a book. But it's hard to say what it would be. Even Jon doesn't know. ]

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Only if it's a small one. You'll ruin your eyes otherwise.

Re: audio

[epistemological]

Thankfully, I have a lot of them.

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Bullshit you do.

[ wait a moment ]

Is this a metaphor thing?

Re: audio

[epistemological]

[ That's a snort. ]

Not even remotely.

I thought you knew?

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Darling, I'm the poster child for narcissism and also a bit of an idiot. Generally speaking, it's safe to assume I don't know things.

Re: audio

[epistemological]

You're not-

[ No, all right, he's not going to be that complimentary. He huffs a laugh before turning a wry smile on Dorian. ]

I suppose you'd like to-

Re: audio

[brushoff]

Yes please.

[ show him the eyes!!! ]

Re: audio

[epistemological]

[ Jon will nod, but he'll hold up a finger and gently reach over to tug Winifred away over to the den. He'll wait until she's circled around on the floor and one of the cats has wandered over before he turns back to Dorian.

And then it starts, the feeling, the sensation of eyes, so many eyes, like a crowd all around him, at every angle, watching and looking and drinking him in. Looking through him and past him, simultaneously focused on every feature and seeing past it to the man within.

Like the brush of eyelashes against his soul, so close there's almost no room to breathe, a dozen dozen eyes of all colors and shapes and intensities but all of them somehow Jon, in Jon, of Jon. And when he speaks, there's a certain depth to his voice, something gripping and thick like a syrup on the skin, that is at once thrilling and terrifying. ]

It's worse when I'm hungry.