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[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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[thirtybits]

...D-do you really think so? I mean...it doesn't make me happy...

[...Except it sort of does, in its way. In that he loves to suffer and feel terrible about himself.]

[depicted]

You and your news broadcasts are like me and my picture. We look at them and make ourselves miserable because we must. It's how we know what we are.

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...That...makes sense, actually. I would ask why we do it to ourselves, but I guess the answer is obvious. And really you already said it.

[depicted]

[Dropping his feet again, Dorian leans forward. He wears his slightly smile and speaks his light voice like hooks to draw Judas out.] Fortunately, I find that part of you charming.

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[He closes his eyes, head still hung, still unmoving. But the corners of his lips turn up. Now more calm than brooding.] You think so?

[depicted]

Oh, yes. [Dorian speaks with a voice rich in texture and variance, like a surface that catches because of its unevenness. With a finger under Judas''s chin, Dorian tilts Judas's face up to look at his.] Just like traitor, I adore it because of how comfortably you give it to me.

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[Judas smiles, well and fully. And of course, there's the colour to his cheeks.] I have to say I enjoy being able to...

[depicted]

That also pleases me. In the end, your sinfulness has proved most pleasing.

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You're not meant to enjoy my sins! You were the one who said they're no good.

[depicted]

Neither am I. Much easier for me to enjoy them.

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[He looks at Dorian for a moment, and laughs.] No wonder I like you. Now it makes sense. [Judas leans forward, careful not to upset what remains of the food, to kiss Dorian's forehead.]

[depicted]

[Dorian presses his lips together, but he allows it. When Judas draws back, he tries to temper the smile on his mouth.] You have a natural inclination towards the corrupted? That does explain much.

[thirtybits]

More like 'no good and annoying'. 'Corrupted' only means I'm allowed to inflict my presence on you.

[depicted]

Annoying! [Enjoy getting kicked, Judas!!!] Annoying! I'm not annoying.

[thirtybits]

Ah, look, there it is. I'd say kicking me is annoying! [He grins, shifting away from the kicks.] So is tricking me into doing things like eat.

[depicted]

What? [Dorian looks at Judas in confusion, and the expression on his face has the same innocence as when he got away with murder in front of Sherlock Holmes.] I don't remember tricking you into anything, let alone eating.

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You can make that face all you like, but I know how it is. [He shakes his head.] I think I've said it before, but, just like Andrew.

[depicted]

Distrust is an ugly habit. [Dorian nods his head towards the meat they've left behind.] 'Course, you realize that no one will eat that meat now except you.

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Oh it's not that bad. [Judas rolls his eyes.] I guess I'd warn about pollen and all, but it'll be fine. I'll take some to Jesus, he could definitely use it.

[depicted]

You can't! [Dorian grabs Judas's hands.] Swear you won't. Swear that you and only you will eat it.

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--What? Why only me? It was meant for two people, how am I going to eat all that?

[depicted]

It's cold meat. It will last a little while. [His grip tightens on Judas's hands.] Swear it. If you care for me at all, swear it.

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[Slowly, Judas nods.] ...If you put it like that, I have to. Although I don't understand why.

[depicted]

[And just like that, Dorian is all pleased smiles. He lets Judas's hands go.] It's what I wanted. [No other reason necessary.]

[thirtybits]

Well, I guess if you made it for me, it would be rude otherwise...