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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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[depicted]

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

[thirtybits]

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

[depicted]

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.

[thirtybits]

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.

[depicted]

[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.

[thirtybits]

[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.

[depicted]

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.

[thirtybits]

[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?

[depicted]

[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.

[thirtybits]

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

[depicted]

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

[thirtybits]

[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.

[depicted]

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.

[thirtybits]

[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.

[depicted]

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.

[thirtybits]

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

[depicted]

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

[thirtybits]

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

[depicted]

[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.

[thirtybits]

[He smiles slightly and squeezes Dorian's hand in return.] Good thing too, I stand by that I would make a terrible spouse of any kind.

[depicted]

Aren't you under the impression that you make a terrible everything?

[thirtybits]

[Judas presses his lips together, but just can't shake the laugh.] Just about. Even a bad traitor. But really, it's for that reason I didn't marry, while most other things apparently I at least try.

[depicted]

Yours wasn't precisely a line of work that led itself to marriage. And mine was not a lifestyle for it.

[thirtybits]

No kidding. Or is that really what you use so many identities for?

[depicted]

[Dorian laughs.] You've found me out. How shall I compel you to keep the secret?