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[flirtatioustea]

August 8th

[So it's Laslow's birthday.

Yay.

He finds a park in Edge and just sort of. Flops on the nearest bench after work at a nearby club where he dances. There's still some kids playing, but they're far enough that Laslow can stare into the middle distance and not be considered a creep]

Some birthday.

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[werehusband]

Oh... wait... does that mean... we're dating?

[flirtatioustea]

If you'd like to be, I...wouldn't mind giving it a chance.

[werehusband]

I... I'd really like to...

[flirtatioustea]

Then we are. It's been almost two months now, I've had plenty of time to think it over. And I haven't had tea with a single cute girl.

[werehusband]

So, then... I should claim you as mine?

[aka sex. lots of sex. lots of sweaty, hardcore, rough sex.]

[flirtatioustea]

...the way you say that makes me wonder what you mean, Keaton.

[werehusband]

...Humans call it sex?

[right? right.]

[flirtatioustea]

...oh.

[He is so red right now.]

I. Ah. Hm. I should, ah, probably tell you that I....have never...with anyone.

[werehusband]

I haven't either! But it... it feels like the right time.

[Right?]

[flirtatioustea]

I...perhaps. But after dinner and everything, yes? You got me a cake, Keaton, and I would like to eat it.

[werehusband]

...Oh... I... I forgot to buy dinner... and I ran out of money...

[Shit, he failed, didn't he?]

[flirtatioustea]

Then I will buy dinner. And tea.

[werehusband]

A... are you sure? It's your birthday, you shouldn't have to buy that.

[flirtatioustea]

I'm sure. After all, it's our money. I'm not making it just for me--we live together and you would hate working here.

[werehusband]

...Sorry...

[flirtatioustea]

Don't be. That's what we do when we're thrown into strange new worlds: we help and support each other however best we can.

[werehusband]

...Am I doing a good job at that?

[flirtatioustea]

You are.

[He leans forward and kisses Keaton on the nose.]

If I were here on my own, I don't know what would have happened.

[werehusband]

[Keaton's tail wags rapidly, and he smiles.]

Yeah. You're real lucky to have me, Laslow.

[He licks Laslow's nose in return.]

[flirtatioustea]

[He scrunches his nose ever so slightly at the lick, but he's smiling]

I am.

[werehusband]

...Did you not like that?

[These are his special kisses.]

[flirtatioustea]

It's just different. Humans don't usually lick others.

[werehusband]

Well get used to it! Cause I'm not human!

[flirtatioustea]

I know, and I will!

[He pauses, and then returns the lick? Because why not?]

[werehusband]

...Hey! Humans don't lick, you said.