[The kiss is successful enough to distract Taryon from the guitar, and he allows the two to introduce themselves to each other...which appears to consist of them sniping at one another.]
Yes. [He plucks the vending machine drink from Astarion's hand.] You know just what to get for me.
[Wow, two friends with gifts, he would usually think, but he has to admit, inviting someone over when Astarion usually visits every day might have offended him. Or should he just accept that this is Taryon's room? Either way, the comment on waiting for the embroidery project stings.
He frowns.] It's fine, Astarion. I didn't think you'd be done so fast with it. [An apologetic smile for Johnny, the guest.] This is my...well, I guess it's safe to call him my boyfriend now. Astarion and I often visit each other.
[He puts his hand on Astarion's and squeezes it — he wants to listen to the song before their bizarre social combat escalates, and his eyes are glues to Johnny's fingers. They move gracefully, as befitting a bard, and as if with mete touches, he elicits a living tune from the strings.
It's magical. Taryon sometimes wishes he had this sort of talent in thr performing arts.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 01:48 am (UTC)Yes. [He plucks the vending machine drink from Astarion's hand.] You know just what to get for me.
[Wow, two friends with gifts, he would usually think, but he has to admit, inviting someone over when Astarion usually visits every day might have offended him. Or should he just accept that this is Taryon's room? Either way, the comment on waiting for the embroidery project stings.
He frowns.] It's fine, Astarion. I didn't think you'd be done so fast with it. [An apologetic smile for Johnny, the guest.] This is my...well, I guess it's safe to call him my boyfriend now. Astarion and I often visit each other.
[He puts his hand on Astarion's and squeezes it — he wants to listen to the song before their bizarre social combat escalates, and his eyes are glues to Johnny's fingers. They move gracefully, as befitting a bard, and as if with mete touches, he elicits a living tune from the strings.
It's magical. Taryon sometimes wishes he had this sort of talent in thr performing arts.]