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"Sexy." He rolls over and scoots closer to Bene, resting on his elbows so they can look at each other comfortably. "You know, the Circle had some mages who were soldiers. They conjured spirit-blades for themselves and could mow through multiple lines of enemies at a time. You're in good company."
"They were just... allowed to do that?"
He's impressed, and also a bit surprised-- as far as he knows, mages never got to leave the Circles.
"Spirit blades would be pretty sexy. If I could conjure anything other than nightmares."
He's impressed, and also a bit surprised-- as far as he knows, mages never got to leave the Circles.
"Spirit blades would be pretty sexy. If I could conjure anything other than nightmares."
"Well I do have a certain responsibility to keep my hands pretty," Bene points out, holding them up with a put-upon, plaintive look, "so the lighter, or more weightless, the sword, the better."
"You know it is," Bene replies with a grin, and apparently isn't even joking. "Can you imagine if they were all rough and calloused like a stablehand? Beyond the pale."
He reaches over his head to smoosh Colin's cheeks with his palms.
He reaches over his head to smoosh Colin's cheeks with his palms.
"What?"
He's actually concerned, but his hands are still smooshing over Colin's cheeks.
He's actually concerned, but his hands are still smooshing over Colin's cheeks.
"The size?" Bene repeats, the actual meaning slowly dawning on him with a little smile.
"I'm talking about texture, Colin." He returns his hands to fold them over his chest, smirking upside-down at him. "Really, keep it in your trousers, you're impossible." HEH
"I'm talking about texture, Colin." He returns his hands to fold them over his chest, smirking upside-down at him. "Really, keep it in your trousers, you're impossible." HEH
Primly, "I say a lot of things."
His hair has gone a bit askew since he leaned his head back, and he tucks a strand of it off to one side.
"Should I tell everyone your cock has the same heft as a greatsword? Maybe you'll finally make some decent friends."
His hair has gone a bit askew since he leaned his head back, and he tucks a strand of it off to one side.
"Should I tell everyone your cock has the same heft as a greatsword? Maybe you'll finally make some decent friends."
"Then I suppose this is a road I must walk alone." Having a massive donger, he means. A wistful sigh follows.
Bene laughs, a snorting sound that results in mild choking since his head is tipped back, and he has to roll over with a self-conscious "ew."
"I think I'd want to just be put out of my misery."
Though he tries to continue sneering, Benedict can only laugh at Colin's expression.
"Not much of a masochist," he remarks, "I'm a little surprised, honestly."
"Not much of a masochist," he remarks, "I'm a little surprised, honestly."
Bene furrows his brow.
"...I guess I don't either. It's just a word people say when they want to sound smart."
He purses his lips.
"I hope I sounded smart when I said it."
"...I guess I don't either. It's just a word people say when they want to sound smart."
He purses his lips.
"I hope I sounded smart when I said it."
[ Sawbones doesn't know what time it is when she finally gets back to the gallows. She is not a mess. Physically. All right, she's a little bit of a mess, but she's clean at least. Wild eyed and rumpled and radiating an air of manic irritation.
She finds Colin and points to the kettle in his hands. ]
Gimme a cup.
She finds Colin and points to the kettle in his hands. ]
Gimme a cup.
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