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[ He mimics the movement. ]
Yeah. I'm still gonna call you Charwin.
Yeah. I'm still gonna call you Charwin.
[ The look he gives Charlie is one part amused, one part curious. ] No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me.
Hey, that's fine. I can't be stopped, though.
[ -- Bro. Bro. You've gotta stop interrupting him with kisses all the time.
Because he was going to ask a thoughtful question about ties, like, what's even the point of them, really? And just as he started asking, there is suddenly Charlie in his face. So mostly it comes out as, "Wh-mmf."
Sigh. This is the life he leads.
Still, he looks pretty pleased whenever they separate. ]
-- You know, we could, like, skip the party.
Because he was going to ask a thoughtful question about ties, like, what's even the point of them, really? And just as he started asking, there is suddenly Charlie in his face. So mostly it comes out as, "Wh-mmf."
Sigh. This is the life he leads.
Still, he looks pretty pleased whenever they separate. ]
-- You know, we could, like, skip the party.
[ Oh, the sigh Peter heaves. ]
There are other fancy parties in other parts of the galaxy.
[ Is he still holding the tie? Because if he is, then-- ]
-- Is this when I find out you're into collars and leashes, too?
There are other fancy parties in other parts of the galaxy.
[ Is he still holding the tie? Because if he is, then-- ]
-- Is this when I find out you're into collars and leashes, too?
[ He laughs quietly, resting his head on his arm again. ]
I thought I told you to go to sleep, Merlin?
I thought I told you to go to sleep, Merlin?
[ He was part of the way there, himself, and he gives Charlie a sleep sort of smile. ]
Good luck gettin' rid of me, Maxwell.
Good luck gettin' rid of me, Maxwell.
Good.
[ He gives his arm a gentle squeeze, then, ]
Now be quiet. Tryin' to sleep.
[ He gives his arm a gentle squeeze, then, ]
Now be quiet. Tryin' to sleep.
[ He makes a face after that tug, then tucks his tie back into its proper place. ]
I'm just saying, we could skip the middle part and go straight to the fun part.
I'm just saying, we could skip the middle part and go straight to the fun part.
[ SIGHING. ]
Alright, alright. When'd you go all mercenary on me, Glinda?
Alright, alright. When'd you go all mercenary on me, Glinda?
[ He makes an exaggerated roll of his eyes, then starts trudging toward the airlock, grumbling the whole way.
Charlie may hear snippets that sound similar to, "Stupid sexy Charlie" or "Fucking hot guys and their goddamn suits" or "My party would've been way better." ]
Charlie may hear snippets that sound similar to, "Stupid sexy Charlie" or "Fucking hot guys and their goddamn suits" or "My party would've been way better." ]
[ He does, and "stupid sexy Charlie" kiiiind of cracks him up.
Their employer was generous enough to arrange a ride to the estate for them, so at least they could arrive in style. (Charlie had been a little bewildered when Peter approached him for the job. "Won't that draw attention if we're there together? Won't people talk?" before Peter reminded him that in this part of the galaxy it was not a big deal.
He'd gone quiet for quite a while after that.)
The trip to the estate is a fairly short one- honestly, it feels like half of it is spent on the driveway alone, once the car moves through a pair of ornate gates. The estate is a sprawling building of white stone and silver and bright lights, already full of people in fancy clothes milling about, as servants in simple white jackets carrying trays of who-knows-what dart around.
Charlie gives a low whistle as the car rolls up to the front of the building. ]
Nice digs.
Their employer was generous enough to arrange a ride to the estate for them, so at least they could arrive in style. (Charlie had been a little bewildered when Peter approached him for the job. "Won't that draw attention if we're there together? Won't people talk?" before Peter reminded him that in this part of the galaxy it was not a big deal.
He'd gone quiet for quite a while after that.)
The trip to the estate is a fairly short one- honestly, it feels like half of it is spent on the driveway alone, once the car moves through a pair of ornate gates. The estate is a sprawling building of white stone and silver and bright lights, already full of people in fancy clothes milling about, as servants in simple white jackets carrying trays of who-knows-what dart around.
Charlie gives a low whistle as the car rolls up to the front of the building. ]
Nice digs.
[ Peter steps out of the car, and at Charlie's whistle, he takes a quick glance around. ]
It's not terrible. Tasteful, at least.
[ His voice changes slightly, words clipped and enunciation just slightly more crisp. He even dials back that sort of cocksure attitude he typically has -- just enough to still be charming.
He takes Charlie's hand, twining their fingers together and flashing him a crooked sort of smile. ]
I can think of at least one thing that warrants more attention.
It's not terrible. Tasteful, at least.
[ His voice changes slightly, words clipped and enunciation just slightly more crisp. He even dials back that sort of cocksure attitude he typically has -- just enough to still be charming.
He takes Charlie's hand, twining their fingers together and flashing him a crooked sort of smile. ]
I can think of at least one thing that warrants more attention.
[ He frowns, as if disapproving. ]
It was, until you asked.
[ He starts leading them into the party proper, then ducks down to speak in Charlie's ear, adopting his normal voice. ]
Don't eat anything from the blue trays, unless you wanna spend the rest of the night barfing. Toxic to Terrans.
[ -- aaand just for funsies, he presses a kiss to his neck. ]
It was, until you asked.
[ He starts leading them into the party proper, then ducks down to speak in Charlie's ear, adopting his normal voice. ]
Don't eat anything from the blue trays, unless you wanna spend the rest of the night barfing. Toxic to Terrans.
[ -- aaand just for funsies, he presses a kiss to his neck. ]
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