Sinric the Wanderer (
thewidewideworld) wrote2015-11-03 09:11 am
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slipping away with Ragnar
{From here}
Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.
"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.
Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.
"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.
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He grins at Ragnar. "Even if I can't keep drunk Vikings out of my things. The babies are doing well, by the way."
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Jay grins warmly. "Little machine people love music! And the baby ones have never heard it before so everything is new to them."
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Jay watches the little blonde. "From what I hear, you're quite the musician yourself. I saw you practising on the harpsichord the other day."
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Jay raises an eyebrow. "Thanks nice if him." he's assuming Sinric means Guppy.
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Sinric lowers his eyes with a small blush.
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"Its on me." Jay shrugs, "If you'll order enough to share?"
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Beat.
"You probably know. What would you like on yours?"
He looks both at Sinric and at Jay.
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Sinric frowns curiously. "I don't know what Moroccan is but I like the sound of that."
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"I'll have a beer." Jay nods to the bar and to Ragnar. "Give me a hand and I'll get us a jug." Clearly wanting to get Ragnar alone a moment.
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The rats hurry to get the pizzas.
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He hefts the jug and some glasses and nods towards the table where Sinric sits, knees pulled up a little in a slightly defensive posture. He smiles warmly at Ragnar as they return. "I think I can smell our pizza cooking."
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He sits beside Sinric again, and offers him the breadsticks. "This is food. I think."
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