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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]

[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.

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[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.]

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You should be! Which knows what could happen.

[He drinks it anyway.]

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As the only person around here in possession of thirty pieces of silver is me, I think I'm pretty. [And Dorian, of course, tops up his own glass for the drinking.]

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I could take them back. I earned that silver.

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I won't let you take them. I like their texture. [He raises his glass in mimic of a toast, and he drinks.]

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You sit around feeling them?

[Judas follows suit. Why not. It will keep Dorian happy.]

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[And from self-satisfied cat to cat angry about being caught having fallen off the railing.]

I don't sit around feeling them. I merely have run them through my fingers once or twice. For the sensation of it.

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Well, I have to admit to having done the same. I've caught myself doing it with other coins out of habit since then too...