[With each word, Taryon winces. At each farewell, he grits his teeth. He fucked up. He made a horrible mistake. He should have told Johnny right away that his boyfriend might stop by. He should have told Astarion that he was inviting someone over.
But did he have to? Why couldn't they stop sniping at each other? Or technically, they have. They just learned that someone else is to blame.
He stands up, unplugs his music player, tucks it into his drawer, puts away his deck of cards, and plants the bottle onto his nightstand.]
Alright. You two can leave my room. [His voice is not raised, nor is he making himself quiet. It's the gentle tone he uses when he's not trying to brag or impress others.] I can spend the day with Doty.
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:07 pm (UTC)But did he have to? Why couldn't they stop sniping at each other? Or technically, they have. They just learned that someone else is to blame.
He stands up, unplugs his music player, tucks it into his drawer, puts away his deck of cards, and plants the bottle onto his nightstand.]
Alright. You two can leave my room. [His voice is not raised, nor is he making himself quiet. It's the gentle tone he uses when he's not trying to brag or impress others.] I can spend the day with Doty.