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[turncloak]

Not Theon Greyjoy, but a device made to mimic his sweet words. If you're soliciting goods, I've got no interest, unless you're a lady and they're yours by birth. If you're from Westeros you'll have better luck trying to send a raven. Bar the obvious exceptions. But this message is long enough — time for yours.

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voice

[bloodwhips]

Yeah.

[ Oh wait, let her clarify. ]

Not with Lia or Raphael.

voice

[turncloak]

[ Oh, that "it". ]

[ A moment, as it dawns, and he's smirking to himself even as he wants to hang up on her. It's not as though he's capable, but it's also not as though she doesn't know that already. ]

Just us, then.

voice

[bloodwhips]

Yeah.

[ That really is a good, neutral word. She likes it. ]

That's why I said not with those two. If I'd meant anyone more than us, I would have said so.

voice

[turncloak]

Where, then?

[ Theon looks around his room, which is still sparse, but far enough from Orihime and Elizabeth's rooms that it likely wouldn't bother them. ]

You could come over.

[ He wants her, he really wants her, but he's cavalier about it, scared of making her think he's creepy. ]

voice

[bloodwhips]

[ He's not creepy, but she's more than convinced that she's coming offas desperate; needy, easy. She's not sure how that translates for him. They're from different times, easy has a different definition in each, but must be reasonably the same. ]

[ She clams up a little, but it comes out as a bit more aggressive than she meant. ]

What, right now?

voice

[turncloak]

I want you to.

[ He tries to remember how to sweet-talk, what he would have said to get a woman into bed once upon a time. It came a lot easier when he didn't have to actively think about it. ]

voice

[bloodwhips]

I didn't mean -

[ But yes... Yes she had. There's a pause here, punctuated by the sound of her breathing, but that's as uneven as her mood at this point. Eventually she licks her lips and remembers one of their recent conversations that she can safely echo. ]

...Say please.

voice

[turncloak]

[ He swallows, and this is something the old Theon could never have managed, the way his pride bends. ]

Please.

[ It's sincere, emphatic, the word familiar in his mouth. ]

voice

[bloodwhips]

[ And a part of her - the part closest to her flip-flopping stomach - likes it. ]

I suppose I could be over there in a bit... Since you asked nicely.

voice

[turncloak]

Is that what you want, then. Maybe I'll keep asking, as nicely as you'd like.

voice

[bloodwhips]

[ Is that what you want? Yes. No. ...maybe, okay? ]

Better not to push it. Asking nicely might just not cut it one day.

voice

[turncloak]

I could beg.

voice i got the 100th comment here HELL YEAH

[bloodwhips]

We'll have to see if I like begging any.

/applause

[turncloak]

We'll have to.

/bows

[bloodwhips]

Are you going to shut up so I can leave?

[turncloak]

Aye, come on then.

[bloodwhips]

[ She's not nervous or thinking of something to say in return. No, pft, of course not. There's just a momentary pause before she hangs up. Think nothing of it. ]