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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]

[Dorian presses his lips together to avoid laughing, then grabs himself an apricot.] What matters is that it suits your tastes. I assume you weren't living off of ambrosia up in Heaven, if you're willing to accept this.

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Oh, I wasn't really in Heaven much, our apartment's in Tokyo. So between the common cooking of the country and living with fishermen, a lot of fish.

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[Weird comedy.] I'll remember not to make you any. Unless you really like fish.

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No, I like fish. Not that it really matters anyway.

[Saint Young Men is a comedy, sorry Dorian.]

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What, don't trust my fishing abilities?

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[He laughs.] Well, there's that. But more so that there's no point in continuing to cook for me...

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[Dorian feels a lurch in his stomach. Instead of responding to it appropriately, he claps his hand over Judas's mouth.] You're only allowed to use your mouth to praise my food or eat it. You're not starting on that now. For twenty four hours, all the normal laws are suspended. Understood?

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[Surprised and caught off guard, Judas flinches, blinking at Dorian.] ...Sorry. Yes. [He hangs his head.]

...Wait, only to praise your food or eat it? Am I allowed to speak otherwise? Or any other use? [Namely kissing him but no it's too much to go ahead and say.]

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If you weren't, you'd be in violation right now. [He relaxes enough to go back to picking at his food.] So yes, you can speak about other things, as long as those things are not negating or denying food.

[And then he pauses, and his expression slides into a smile.] And I suppose the rest depends on what other uses you have in mind.

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I don't know why you're so concerned about it, but I guess I'm not allowed to question it now.

[With another little jump, he rubs his neck.] Anything, I don't know.

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Good.

[Dorian is pleased to have one. Celebratory apricot! He kicks out his legs.] Mm, well, I can't say what's allowed if I don't know what you intend.

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I don't intend anything! You don't need to make a big deal of every comment!

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[He laughs richly and pats Judas on the shoulder.] The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

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Maybe so. I don't see any ladies around though, so what do I know.

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[Dorian puts his hands in Judas's hair, tugging down the locks.] Oh, I don't know. In the right clothing, and with your hair down just so, I think you could get away with it.

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Ah, so that's what you like is it? Feminine men? You should have seen when we had a year go by. When we woke up, I had hair to my waist, and Jesus and Biff had beards to their chests.

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[Releasing Judas's hair, Dorian laughs with delight.] I would have loved to have seen that. And taken a photograph or two. I'm sure you were all three of you very charming.

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It was really embarrassing. We were all in bed together, somehow. I think Biff called is beauty queens, even. So while I'm sure you would have found it hilarious, the more I think about it, the more I'm glad you didn't.

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[Dorian grins even more brightly.] Did he? If it weren't for how much Biff disliked you, I think I'd be very fond of him.

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You would, I think. Actually I think we're on better terms these days. It's mostly just...awkward.

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Mm, well, I suppose he can be forgiven that. You are a a naturally awkward person, after all. [He means it in the best way.

Dorian nudges the wine over.] And one who isn't yet drunk enough. Come on! It's your birthday! You can't spend it as sober as all that.

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It's more because he killed his version of me. But my awkward personality too, yeah.

[Well, alright, he can have some wine. That's something he's more used to at least.] Alright. Although I'm not so sure about getting to the point of drunkenness ...

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[Long pause right there. Dorian remembers the Bible vaguely at times, but he is certain about that section. And then, as with all the religious insanities surrounding Judas & Friends(?), Dorian realizes he has to let it go.]

A compromise: you can get tipsy.

[thirtybits]

[Don't worry Dorian, you remember the correct form.]

Are you sure you want that? It could be risky.

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I'm terrified. [Dorian tops up Judas's glass.]