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stephanie brown

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Hi. I have this sneaking suspicion that I missed a lot, seeing as it's now January and I think I was kidnapped. So much for my little get together for the new year.

[There's a few metallic clatters here, one of them is drawn out as a ring spins to a slow stop on her desk.]

I also seem to have way more Renaissance-style jewelry than I remember, and that doesn't bode well. Uh, Lucrezia...?

There seems to be a lack of mass confusion, so I'm guessing it was only a few of us that... what? Got stuck in a--I don't even know what that was, really.

Sooooo. Care to fill me in? Anyone? Please tell me I wasn't turned into an old woman or something and just don't remember that.

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[A laugh.]

You must really like her.

I do.

Good.

[A smile, and she digs into the pasta.]

[Yum, dinner.]

[Best dinner, and a good way to shut up Steph :') ]

[He watches her eat, smiling. She's so cute.]

[She doesn't notice for a while, then wipes her mouth with a napkin and smiles back. Manners!]

It's really good.

Good. I am glad you like it.

Anyway, I was thinking... you live right upstairs. You don't need to be my roommate, 'cause you're like a long-distance one. All the perks with the addition of privacy. I can just come bug you when I want good cooking. Then you can be the favorite all the time.

Are we not all "long distance roommates"? [Amused] You know in my time, the poor live with whole families in a single room? All this space is still madness to me. Even as a nobleman, I shared a room with my brother.

Then we're close long distance roommates.

It's nice, I think. You can do whatever you want, toss your stuff anywhere, leave laundry around for weeks and no one will notice...

[Well, it used to be like that until she started having sleepovers all the time :'( ]

Why would you want to live in such a mess? I have never understood that about you.

It's not a mess. It's comfortable. Lived in.

Well, by that standard, the gutters are well-lived-in!

You think I belong in the gutters?

[Aww, look at that frown. Just messing around, though.]

No, no! I am saying that in my time, those who live in such messes live in gutters.

My room isn't that messy! Not in the past, like, four or five months at least. Too many sleepovers.

I have seen it at its worst, dolcezza. I know the truth.

Fine. You know my secret. Guard it with your life.

I will... unless I find need to blackmail you.

Why would you ever need to blackmail me?

Who knows? I was only kidding.

I know. Besides, I have way more on you.

Somehow I doubt anyone but you cares about where my cock has been.

Really? Are we really talking about your [FINE SHE'LL SAY IT] cock while I'm eating meatballs?