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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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[With a small smile, Judas casts his eyes down.] Then I hope I continue to give you what you want. Whatever that even is...

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I'm certain you can work it out as we go. [Dorian turns Judas's hand over, bringing kisses down to his palm.]

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[Judas' cheeks flush, right to the tips of his ears, and he seems to shrink.] I don't know, it's not that you're hard to read, but, well...something like that.

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[Feline in his self-satisfaction, Dorian releases Judas's hand.]

Your stew is getting cold.

[The smile doesn't leave his mouth as he sits back and returns to the ful.]

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I don't mind it cold. [Glad for the freedom of mind having his hand back grants, Judas sits up to return to eating.] Although that's admittedly better for summer.

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As that was praise, I'll accept you saying it. Setting that aside, how go the crops? Recovering nicely from the accident?

[Dorian's gift is being able to act as if that 'accident' was not in fact his fault at all.]

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They're better. I've managed to split and cross-plant some, so the numbers should be coming back up. I already did that with some for the greenhouse in Northtown though, so not all of them were up to it. It's something though.

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[It is a hassle, Dorian knows, but then, Judas does love to suffer. In a way, he thinks, Judas should thank him for that disaster. He knows better than to say that.

For now.]

Did I ever mention how very grateful I am to you? I don't think I'd bother eating at all if you didn't take care of it.

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--Really? I guess you probably don't need to eat after all, huh... I never really thought about that. [There's a beat before he grins.] I should stop feeding you, Romans are always strains on our resources.

I'm glad, though. You do so much for me, I want to be able to repay it somehow.

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[Wry, he tugs lightly on a lock of Judas's hair.] You're welcome for being a parasite.

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[He raises an eyebrow with the return of the grin.] All about my hair today? Thanks for being high maintenance. It paints a better picture than parasite.

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[It startles a laugh of indignation out of him.] 'High maintenance'? Oh, I'll show you high maintenance. [Dorian gets to his feet.] Come on, help me pack this up. We're moving to another spot.

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What? Now you're just trying to be difficult! [Judas laughs, shaking his head.] Alright, where to now? We already determined there's no Judas trees around. As much as my birth is a hanging occasion.

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You are relentless. [Dorian wraps it all up very quickly, grabs Judas's arm, and starts dragging him along.] Just trust me. I'll know it when I see it.

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I do my best.

[He follows as he's told, watching Dorian.]

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[Dorian has his eyes ahead, but he is looking for something very particular. A few minutes pass before he picks what he wants, and then he walks straight to it: an old, sturdy-looking tree, with heavy branches. Dorian throws the blanket over his shoulder and passes the basket to Judas.] Hold this for me.

[And he takes a running launch at the tree, getting a foot-hold in a knot, grasping a lower tree branch, and yanking himself on his own momentum onto a thick branch that can comfortable seat the pair of them. Dorian balances on the branch, laying the blanket up over top.

He grins down at Judas.] Toss the basket up to me. We're eating up here.

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[Judas takes the basket without question and watches with some level of awe. Dorian always pulls out some surprise. He passes the basket up when prompted, and finding a good footing, starts climbing. Of course, first he has to wrap the shawl tighter around himself so as not to trip.]

I'm not sure if that's high maintenance, but you're full of surprises anyway. Fickle, rather.

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[This seating makes it a lot easier to kick Judas in the shin.] I can start sobbing, if you would prefer.

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--ow, hey! [He grumbles as he settles onto the branch.] I'm good thanks.

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[And just like that, the bright smile returns.] Good. [Dorian reassembles their food. Of course, now there is the added challenge of not knocking the food over and letting it all go to waste. Have fun, Judas!]

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[Judas will take the challenge of the precarious balancing. Mainly by setting things on his own lap. Certainly the best solution is to guard it himself.] It's nice up here... Even if it's a dumb spot for a picnic.

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And you're an idiotic person to have a picnic with. It's consistent. [What a treasurer. That just forces Dorian to sit closer so he can get at the food.]

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[He laughs - what else would anyone expect.] Well that's true. I hope you were never mistaken of that.

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Oh, I was very well aware. But your stupidity is one of your most charming features. [Also: cue return of the wine glasses.]

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[Oh. He'd almost hoped that might have been forgotten.] I could say the same for you.