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1) Now tell me: What do you think I awoke thinking about? 😌

2) Please. Text the right number. You've been sending me these all night.

3) I looked at the bar tab this morning. The bartender added a $25 'customer asshole fee.' I have no grounds to dispute it.

4) He said fucking what? Unacceptable. Fucking unacceptable. I'll set him ablaze for you; then we'll see how good of a firefighter he is.

5) They were both lying half-submerged in the stream looking for 'ribberts,' which is apparently drunk for 'frogs.'

6) Moral of the story: I'm going to stab everyone.

Edited 2021-12-19 20:50 (UTC)

Bees as an indicator species?

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How the mayor kinda dresses like a mayor would in a low end porno?

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How the industrial revolution could be considered both the pinnacle of achievement by and downfall of society?

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Dandelions?

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That very unique thing I can do with my tongue? 😏

Very good, Puppy; I won't say that little trick didn't play its part in thought.

('Trick' strikes me as an unequal term for what you do. What you have done— What you will, I hope, do again. It's ingenious. Transportive. A balm to aching skin.

Oh yes, Jack, I'm decided: I'll require that unique ministration again.)

Along with that tongue of yours, my waking thoughts were occupied by the image of you, sleep-tousled in a fall of sun. Light dancing golden on your arm, and your eyes - honeyed, slow and lovely - rising up from dreams to find my own.

Not the industrial revolution, then.

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Sorry. [...] No one [...] texts me that way.

[ In fact. The bulk of his texts range from the innocuous 'You up :) ?' to unsolicited personal photos to - recently - an increasingly vitriolic string of messages from Mr. My Kid's Birthday. This last ended in two words, unrepeatable in polite conversation.

(He's going to remember that. Just for a rainy day.)

Desmond, though. It's hard to believe these messages are real.

It's hard to believe what he feels is shared. This wonder, this warm contentedness.

This - hm. Affection. 'Affection' is a good, cautious word. ]

If I told you I didn't realize I'd stopped dreaming, would you believe me?

The thing is. I can't say I had a romantic view of you once I got past your eyes. You had bedhead like anyone else, we both needed a shave and some Listerine, and say what you want about light and honey and dreams, but I saw me in the mirror: I had a crease from the pillow down the side of my face.

The whole waking up business smacked of reality.

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It was everything I could have asked for. Give me one morning like that instead of a thousand perfect nights. Give me the mess of waking up, as long as it's with you. I've spent enough time playing fantasy; I'm ready for a little reality.

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You were still beside me. Still on my tongue. Still willing to come to my arms when I reached for you.

The sun was up, and you were still mine.

There, you stagger me again. You're quite correct: dreams have their allure, but it's the intricacies of life and gesture - imperfect and luminous alike; in their aggregate, they turn astonishing - that spin the lushest fibers of existence. It's the ache of a body that gives yet greater grace to an arm extended; it's the rough scratch of stubble that lights honeyed eyes to heart-stammering softness.

Well. And. Who's to say I don't like my Puppy with a little pillow crease?

Your hair, by the by, doesn't suffer in the least for being pillow-tossed. A truth drawn directly from reality, though I'll grant you that your breath was no sweeter than mine.

Nor any less dire.

The reality: This morning represents the brightest in all my recollection. And a secret (a not-so-secret) for you, Jack? I won't be content with just the one.

The sun will rise tomorrow, and still I will be yours. And - if you can be coaxed into another night far from the farm - you will wake once again to find me eager for your arms.

A second morning, Jack. May we?

Shit, I can't

I have to w

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I can't be coaxed, because one of the wrenches about reality is: someone has to muck out the stalls tomorrow morning, and I already begged off today. ~~We don't have a lot of teenagers on staff willing to show up at the asscrack of dawn and shovel manure for what we pay~~

I left some folks in the lurch so I could play house with ~~my boyfrien~~ you. ;)

I didn't plan for anyone to cover for me. I didn't expect

I didn't expect you to

I didn't expect ~~you to let me~~ to stay all night.

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Okay, that sounds terrible.

I was hoping to stay. But I didn't expect you to let me, so I wasn't hoping enough to get someone to cover me.

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Counteroffer. How do you feel about a one-night getaway to farm country? Can I sell you the all-inclusive Puppy package?

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I don't live in the main house. And I promise, my room's not a shrine to the glory days of childhood.

Here's the thing: if you say 'no', I may be forced to beg.

~~Is that wise?~~

~~What if I were to bribe Reynolds into taking care of your ch~~ ~~Terrible idea.~~

Such are our beginnings: one step at a time, hm? From here on out, you may count on an all-night stay each time you visit. In fact, you'll find I require your presence through the night; now that I’ve had it, I’ll be hard-pressed to do without.

So long as you’re able. I’ve no wish to make trouble for my Puppy.

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It won’t surprise you to hear I’ve some wariness regarding ~~that~~ the farm. And I might ask which is the the more outrageous crime: forsaking chores or bringing home ~~the local loan shark~~ ~~someone liable to set your mother’s blood boiling~~ ~~your admittedly noxious maybe-bo~~ [ … ] the nefarious Mr. Gold?

Please don’t mistake me: I’ve crossed hostile (rightfully hostile, I admit) territory before, and I don’t deny I’m tempted. ‘The all-inclusive Puppy package?’ I would settle for nothing less, and I’m keen to discover just what is included in this terrifically attractive bundle.

No, don’t tell me! I should rather keep it as a surprise for tonight. A mystery for my anticipation, to light each corner of my day.

—Did I say ‘tonight’? I fear I may have shown my hand prematurely. A pity, perhaps; I [ … ] am not averse to a bit of begging from my Puppy.

If he feels at all inclined to beg, of course. In such a situation, who would I be to say ‘no’?

The point I’ve wandered from: If you’ve no compunctions about this getaway, if it will cause no [ … ] fracture among your family, I happily tender my acceptance, and ask that you set my name down for this most enviable package without delay. I'll pack my— Well. What does one need for a farm?

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The usual. Two bags: one for a change of clothes and toiletries, and one for your nefariousness. Bring what you'd wear out in the woods?

Hmm. You have a bag for your nefariousness, don't you? You can't just drag it around here; lots of hay and dirt that aren't nefariousness-compatible.

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Chores, that's cute

Wait do you think

Let's put it like this: it's better to bring you home with me than to risk not having that home. I don't mean that in the sense of overall debt (though that isn't not a consideration), but rather that I get room and board in exchange for labor.

At the expense of a few hours a day, I get everything I need - with one notable exception.

It looks like tonight I can have that, too, though.

~~Wouldn't it be great to wake up together every~~

All right, so: do I refer to you as the nefarious Mr. Gold when warning my folks that y

Can I ask

You want this to be a thing?

I'd rather plead in person, for the record.

I can drive over for lunch and spend that time on my knees, or when you get here, you can find something else for me to beg for.

I'll bet you can find a lot of somethings if you get creative.

So [...]

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I guess we're a thing.

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Did you like that? That was smooth, right? Very casually played.

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We're a thing, right?

Dear, dear, I’m afraid I wear my nefariousness on my sleeve. Compatible or not, it precedes me wherever I may go.

Hm! The hay and dirt will simply have to learn to accommodate my presence.

As will the forest. Will you take me on a moonlit walk, Jack? Is that part of the all-inclusive Puppy package?

Inquiring minds wish to know. Inquiring minds implore consideration toward its admittance. I am greedy to see you in silver again.

You, my Puppy.

You, my Jack. My partner-in-not-crime in this thing we have—

For it is a thing, Jack. We are a thing, or at least I wish to take the liberty of saying so. And I do feel it.

‘It.’ An impression settled deep within my blood. A longing to see you, and a certainty - grown stronger still each hour - that I require the knowledge of you, and your presence.

Your voice, and your caress. (And, well, let’s not neglect that tongue of yours, hm?)

Am I then your— ~~If the term doesn’t seem ill-fitting~~ ~~Your~~ ~~I’m not certain anyone would think to apply the word to a man of my habits, my years, my~~ [ … ] Your boyfriend, Jack?

Are you then my own?

A novel term. A prospect I find I desire.

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Come to me, Puppy.

I believe it’s become clear that I intend to join you tonight, but you’ve surmised aptly: my mind is ever-churning creativities (particularly of the nefarious sort!), and I’ll have something else for you to beg within the hour.

Let me see your pleas, my Jack.

[ … ]

My [ … ] boyfriend. (?)

There’s a pair of parking spaces waiting for you.

;)

I'm going to tell you something, and I mean this with all the fondness I possess, from the very bottom of my heart:

You are a massive dork.

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Adorkable.

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Which is, as you know, the best possible quality in a boyfriend.

I'm on my way. If someone parks in my spots before I get there, don't get any ideas about taking a swing at them. I've got dibs on that cane in perpetuity.

About all that nefariousness.

Have you paid the mayor a visit?

Letting my folks know they're off the hook for half of what's owed would go a long way towards endearing you to them. I haven't told them anything about yesterday; you could play it off as generosity with a little artistic license.

Is that any way to speak to the man you’re meant to kneel before?

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Well.

From you, Jack, it doesn’t sound so ill at all. And just as I am your boyfriend, so you may consider me your dork, and yours alone.

I’d ask you to keep this little secret between ourselves, but in the first place, I don’t believe you would reveal my deep ~~dork~~ ~~dark~~ dork secret, and in the second—

Well. Who could possibly believe you? This knowledge is your burden to bear, and yours alone!

I believe you’re up to the task of its shouldering. ;)

Regarding the rest— As it happens, at 1:00 this afternoon, Mayor Mills is scheduled to meet with one Desmond Gold, recently - to her understanding - given cause for discomfort. I won’t guess what she expects; whatever it may be, you and I both know the inevitable outcome. Given that I am uncompromising, and a certain man of my knowing - most admirable! (and devilishly resplendent!) - took such care in securing documentation.

You may expect a thorough update once I’ve finished with her.

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Shall I tell her, do you think, with whom I will have lunched? ;) :) 😌

I'll bear this burden with all due discretion and solemnity. No one will know. No one can know. This is catastrophic, world-destroying information. It's the kind of knowledge that's just too powerful.

It's got to be locked up with the holy grail, the ark of the covenant, and the aliens in Area 51.

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I'm up to a lot of tasks. Shoulders, knees, head, and toes. ;)

(That was supposed to be innuendo, but I have no idea what it means. Open to interpretation!)

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You could tell her the who and the what. 🙃 I'll even show you another party trick just to give it a little more obscenity.

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You know, that whole plan of hers ("plan") was just about the dumbest thing anyone's ever put me up to.

That's up to and including the bunny costume last Easter.

That's not fair.

About the bunny costume.

I made a cool five hundred off of that one. Maybe 'ridiculous' is the word I'm looking for, there.

We'll begin working out that interpretation when you arrive; an endeavor I avidly anticipate.

An endeavor liable to span— Oh, weeks. Months. Time untracked beyond its bounds? Time in which I mean to interpret every inch of you. 😌

And learn the measure of all your party tricks.

The drift of which I mean to convey to Mayor Mills. It will do her good - don't you think? - to know what happiness blooms within her town. To know that even in this sorry pocket of nowhere, joy may find its hold.

In spite of ill-advised, badly made plans. In spite of efforts to meddle that will not be forgotten. In spite of crimes against a young man whose heart burns truer than any our mayor has ever known.

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She's won't reach you again, Puppy.

I won't allow it.

A rabb

What were you doing in a

Oh no, no, I see.

An odd thought experiment, to envision that costume. You'll see the problem, though: I consider you more puppy than bunny, and find it impossible to imagine a cotton tail upon you.

Well. Puppy you may be, but I expect you made a better-than-passable rabbit. ;)

Are you happy?

I like that. I like going through my day thinking you're happy because of me.

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Because you're with me. This 'thing'.

I don't think anyone's ever put me down as the cause of their joy. [...] Unless you're just going to say that to get under her skin.

Shit.

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The obscenity itself isn't much of a party trick. ~~More of an add-on package.~~ I'm bringing honey.

You have my blessing to tell her I was willing to lick it off anything you put in my mouth.

No specifics necessary.

There's the trick. ;) Fun, right?

Question.

Not that I mind being considered your puppy.

It's pretty clear I don't mind that at all. 🐕

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But why are you imagining any kind of tail on me? If you want something to tug on ~~reach around to the f~~ there's always a leash.

No; no leashes for you.

Never.

You are [ ... ] dearer to me than that.

And I believe we can both think of something else that might do with a tug. 😌

A ~~caress~~ ~~deft touch~~ stroke?

Both, I think.

A collar might be a different matter entirely. More freedom of movement, with a claim equally clear. [ ... ] If my Puppy weren't opposed.

As for the tail, you've caught me in a bind: I confess I hadn't considered the actuality of any tail, rabbit, puppy, or otherwise. And I think we both know that your assets are perfectly pleasing without any additions. ;)

Shall I visit the mayor scenting of honey?

I like this plan better and better. 😌

And I am happy, Jack. With or without honey, the thought of you sustains my day. I find myself grinning at odd moments; I find my eyes caught upon my fingers, where still your kisses burn. I feel the linger of your touch across me, and am at once utterly satisfied and in dire, dire need for more.

~~Tease tease tease TEASE TEASE~~

A tug and a stroke. What could that be?

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My hair.

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Your hair.

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Your hand in both of mine.

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My ego? No, you've stroked that pretty well.

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