[with a laugh, alfeoux gathers his things — well, he doesn't have things to gather, really. his carbuncle finally manages to hook his shirt closed so that only his neck and collarbone is bared; its task complete, it squeaks and fades away in a flash of light. rising from his chair, alfeoux dusts off the hem of his robes. he's had enough fun, too.]
Ah, that is cute. That little tic with the ears and tail? Adorable. Those bared teeth of yours are charming, too — but then of course they are. I've always been partial to beasts.
[ready to take his leave after several minutes of needling khamu'wo, alfeoux begins casting a teleport spell, all elegant glow and purple flares of light at his ankles. as he disappears, he waves and smiles.]
[Khamu'wo couldn't even reply to what Alfeoux left him with. To swift was the exit, and too slow was his jumbled angry mind. Khamu'wo, a man who fashions himself an intellectual, a man of knowledge, resolve, logic... and yet he was reduced to this from a brief interaction with an attractive and infuriating man. Has he truly risen above his nature? Is he so different from those he had left behind.
As moments that feel like bells pass, he sinks in his chair, eyes falling to the papers that worked more as distractions than their original purpose, he decides that perhaps it's well past time he heads back to the Free Company estate. Today has been quite enough for his tired gay little heart.]
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Ah, that is cute. That little tic with the ears and tail? Adorable. Those bared teeth of yours are charming, too — but then of course they are. I've always been partial to beasts.
[ready to take his leave after several minutes of needling khamu'wo, alfeoux begins casting a teleport spell, all elegant glow and purple flares of light at his ankles. as he disappears, he waves and smiles.]
Bye-bye now, Master Zhwan. I had fun.
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As moments that feel like bells pass, he sinks in his chair, eyes falling to the papers that worked more as distractions than their original purpose, he decides that perhaps it's well past time he heads back to the Free Company estate. Today has been quite enough for his tired
gaylittle heart.]