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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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A favourite for playing, a favourite for listening, a favourite for ill moods, a favourite for happy ones—something for every occasion. Except perhaps birthdays, but as I've mentioned before, I don't celebrate those very often before. Chopin even has pieces for revolution. But that would be politics, not art, and I refuse to give you the satisfaction.

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Sure it's art, if it's a classic piano piece. You could play it and I won't even say a thing about oppression of the lower classes. Or how seeing them as the lower classes is a problem in and of itself.

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[oh jfc. Dorian rolls his eyes.] You're a ruthless monster. Just for that, I won't play you the Revolutionary Etude. You can have Liszt instead. [Dorian decides on the "Mazeppa" from the Trancendental Etude No.4 In D Minor, and he starts to play.]

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[He laughs.] Am I? But yet, you like it.

[Still, he won't interrupt. So Judas listens without making a fuss about the choice.]

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[Dorian comes to the end, and when he stops, he lets his fingers rest on the keys. He smiles at Judas, and in that expression, he is warm and genuine.

And then:] Playing pretty piano pieces for the working class. I've ended up exactly where I started.

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[Judas laughs again, covering his mouth.]

You went in for philanthropy. My spirits are lifted already, now I can go on with my otherwise miserable life, thanks to the service you've done.

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How glad I am! I hope this will give you second thoughts about staging a socialist revolution.

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Oh, yes, now I see the merits of the gentry. They're good people after all, I'll spread the word and work happily.

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I am relieved to hear it. [Dorian picks his away out from the piano, and settles down beside Judas. He looks at him almost shyly.] We can stay here, you know. We don't have to go back to the hotel ever. We can live in Nature for as long as we're in this knockoff Inferno.

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You don't like living in nature, do you? I'm rather accustomed to the modern indoors now myself.

[He strokes Dorian's hair, offering a smile.]

I like it here, but you don't have to do it for me. Besides, others would miss you and I can share your time. You'd get sick of me otherwise.

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[Pleased as only a feline can be, Dorian leans into the touch.] I don't like living anywhere, and the hotel is a far cry from my standards of civilization. I want to be where you are.

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[Judas laughs, partially for Dorian's statement, partially for his reaction to the touch.]

You might find it frustrating to be exactly where I am for very long. I'm restless at night and sulk even more than you see.

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And you don't sleep, and you are unbearably emotional and easy to wound, and you take everything as your own personal failure, and living a week without you drains from me all desire for life.

[Dorian takes hold of Judas's hand.] Besides, I like having a piano around.

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[Defensive, he puts in:] I sleep! ...Just not a lot.

[Although he can't argue with the rest. And he doesn't have plants or chickens to look after, it's not as if there's a need to be in the hotel.]

...And you're sure you'd rather stay out here than to at least have a bed and a roof? Or do you just want an excuse to stay at the piano?

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[Rather than answering, Dorian just smiles.] It is typical of men of my class to have a place in town and a place in the country. And often two lovers and two identities to go with them.

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Oh, so the piano isn't your country lover?

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[Dorian seems to consider this.] Perhaps it is—so long as you will be my country wife.

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[Judas shakes his head, but seems amused despite himself. Quit calling him a mom and a wife, wow.]

...I think there might be one or two things in the way of that, sorry.

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One thing and two others, I should hope—but you do otherwise fit the part. Poor Mr. Pinchwife would have preferred to have wed you over the country wife he actually married.

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[Wow Dorian this isn't about dicks. Judas gives him a nudge with his elbow.]

No, I'm sure a 'country wife' is supposed to be obedient and sweet, and that isn't me.

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She is supposed to be too ignorant of sexual matters to make a man into a cuckold. [He laughs.] As if one grows up in ignorance with livestock all around.

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I'm so glad that's what you think of me.

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Are you saying that you would cuckold me? I'm wounded.

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If that's the case - I think I already did, even if accidentally.

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[Dorian pauses a moment. Then he brings Judas's hand to his mouth for a kiss.] Fortunately, we are not wed, so you cannot be an adulterer. No need to bring Leviticus into it.