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[rebelsamurai]

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[rebelsamurai]

[Johnny's unimpressed expression suggests that he no longer wants to speak. Fuck, he doesn't want to be around people anymore. However, the change in Astarion's tone, combined with the inquiry, catches him off guard.]

What?

[He places his distinctive sunglasses back on his face. These are his "fuck off" sunglasses. They are pretty stylish.]

He told you something different?

[sanguivorous]

No! No, he didnt-- he said you didn't have sex, so...

[His voice peters out as he tries to remember what all was said that night, before Astarion had interrupted Taryon's story. Had his mind, so broken by decades of planning so salaciously, filled in the gaps as if Taryon had said it so directly?]

...so I had assumed...

[likemybooks]

No, I—

[Tary is deliberately turning his head to the window and avoiding either of their faces. Did he tell something more serious happened to Astarion? Has his mouth run off with embellishments to make himself more impressive and skilled? He didn't even know he had to hold back, he wasn't even aware of Astarion's feelings.

But Astarion assumed something. Yes, they didn't have sex, but what on earth was he imagining? Taryon turns to check Astarion's expression: unsure, also recalling what was said that night.

Taryon's brown furrows.] What did you think we did?

[rebelsamurai]

[He lets out a long-suffering sigh before taking a much-needed drag on his cigarette. This is the longest fucking day of his life. Even longer than the time V decided to help Judy save Clouds hookers from the Tyger Claws and nearly got his head blown off.

This is the pits.]

Welcome to another drama-filled episode of Watson's Whore. I'm your host, Johnny Silverhand.

[Sarcasm aside, Johnny keeps on smoking with a look of genuine fatigue on his face.]

[sanguivorous]

[That quip brings Astarion out of his thoughts, and he glares at Johnny before continuing his way to the door.]

It doesn't matter what I thought, does it? I was wrong. Your honor is still intact, Johnny.

[He pauses as he lays his hand on the doorknob, and he glances over his shoulder at Taryon. His face is as flushed as a vampire spawn's can be.]

I'll speak to you later, Taryon.

[And with that, he slips out the door.]

[likemybooks]

[Taryon isn't sure if he should he angry at Astarion or at himself. This whole thing is a mess. He doesn't respond to his leaving, though he gives Johnny an equally tense at his comment.]

You can leave, too. We'll...I'll talk to you later.

[He holds out a hand towards the door.]

But you really didn't have to call me all those things.

[rebelsamurai]

[Honor? Honor. Yeah, whatever. Johnny is so sick of these medieval twinks he could hurl. He waves Astarion off with a cheeky wave before turning his frustration directly towards Taryon.]

How about you try being honest with folks before attempting to act self-righteous, asshole.

[He flips Taryon off as he strolls out.]