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...Very well.

[Though the words were those of agreement, his tone spoke nothing of the sort. Fortunate then, that his actions would follow the former, and not the latter. Heavy feet pat the ground as he walks into the familiar cottage, a tail whipping behind him--clawed hands and feet matching the additional appendage in scaly visage.

Such a bothersome dilemma, but one that could not go ignored for long. It truly would suit them better if they had their own private dwelling, Aymeric was not wrong to think as such.]

We shall be quick about this. Little and less am I in the mood for such frivolous acts.

[As sharp and direct as his words, he just as blunt disrobes--or would. He attempts at least, and it goes as his affliction allows, a snag on a claw is of little surprise with how carelessly he endeavors to discards the offending article. Fortunately, today is an off day, and while he's not bothered to put on his armor, it does not make utilizing dragon hands any easier when dealing with a tunic.

Maybe even worse for how the fabric catches on scale and claw.]

[Meanwhile, Alphinaud was under the bed.

He didn't want to be under the bed. He couldn't see half of anything from under the bed. Ideally, he would have been able to hide in a closet or some such, but he hadn't time to find one when he'd heard the door open. He'd underestimated the distance from the front door to the bed in his mind.

He had overheard Aymeric's plans to meet with Estinien here, to take care of the curse that plagued the dragoon, and had been stricken with an extreme interest in seeing exactly what was needed to cure this affliction. But never had he thought that he would have to listen rather than see for himself, and never had he thought he would be crammed into a small, dusty space in order to do so.

He'd also not been prepared for the dragon-like feet matching with Estinien's voice. Very carefully, he moved his hand to cover his mouth. It went as far as this? How far would it go without treatment...?]

Quick is wise. I would prefer not to be discovered by Yenh.

... Have you become stuck? [Aymeric's voice grew louder as he got closer to the room. Aymeric does not try to discard any clothing. ]

Yenh keeps the oil here, if memory serves. [He walks over to a bedside table, there's a rustling of bottles and miscellaneous garbage before he finds it. ] Ah, here. Oh, it seems she is nearly out. Perhaps she can concoct a bit more.... I will make the request tomorrow.

[His feet stop just a couple fulms from Alphinaud. ]

... Has anything vanished, Estinien?

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[Estinien hates this, honestly. Were this of his own decision, perhaps he'd warm up to the act, but as it were, it could not be further from his own volition.

At the question, he scoffs, freeing himself from his unfortunate entanglement before leveling an unamused stare at Aymeric.]

Nay, naught has vanished, save my dignity.

[No surprise jack-in-the-box dicks for either of them, fortunately. Just, you know, the other annoying bits.]

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Well. We'll be grateful for the little things, I suppose.

[He eyes Estinien warily.]

I'll keep... a protective layer. If it is all the same to you. [He tugs his leggings down a bit, kneeling with one leg onto the bed. He pops the cork on the lubricant, pouring it over his fingers, and smearing it over his entrance.]

Whenever you are ready to begin, Estinien. [He holds out the lube for him, and then second guesses himself as he eyes Estinien's clawed hands.]

Oh- Should I help you with the application?

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Nay.

[Without thinking, he reaches for the lube. His motions would not be a problem, were it not for the sharp claws adorning his fingers. A simple grasp for the bottle results in tearing at Aymeric's fingers, and there's at least some blood drawn.

Reflexively, Estinien pulls his hand back quickly, dropping the lube on the floor.]

Halone take these infernal claws!

[The growl in his voice isn't quite natural, but the seething anger certainly is. He looks as though he might toss the bed through the wall if Aymeric does not act quick enough.

A blessing for Alphinaud that he doesn't.]

[he flinched, balling his hand in against his tunic to stop the bleeding.]

Well, we're working on that, aren't we? [He was glad that he still had his shoes. He quickly retrieved a broom, considering for a moment, and then swept the shards under the bed one-handedly.]

Ah... One moment, I believe I saw some oil in the pantry.

[Because the house was small enough, he was back in about ten seconds with minimal rummaging. His hand wasn't bleeding that badly at least. It was more like a cat scratch. But if he was really trying to maim him, it would be such a simple task.] I'll apply it.

[At least the scratches were on the tops of his fingers. He uncorked the bottle of oil, adding that to the many other things he would need to replace in Yenh's house. He poured the oil over his unscathed hand, making a grab for Estinien's cock with no further warning.]

[Estinien waits as patiently as he can as Aymeric retrieves the back up, glaring at his hands in the meantime. It was truly a curse without equal, and he felt as though he was a bard with short term memory, stuck repeating the save verse over and over again for a ballad of his revenge. As such, he allows it to remain unspoken, for he was growing annoyed with himself at the repetition of it all.

With Aymeric's return, he safely hangs his hands at his side and watches as he grabs at his cock. A grunt—both of distaste and surprise—leaves him, but he allows the other to prepare him. After all, while he might not entirely enjoy repeating this pointless task, he is not without the class to know what it is he's asking of Aymeric, and what sacrifice his friend is making to fend off his transformation.

Were he a more sensitive sort, he might do more to show his gratitude. As it were, he's not, and he finds it difficult to fully express himself. Needless to say, he's been ill prepared for this exact situation, surprising as that may be.]

... Is it enough?

[He asks, but his dick is barely as hard as it is slick. Before Aymeric can answer, he offers a suggestion to his insubordinate cock:]

Slap it.

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It should be plenty. [He reached behind himself, slicking himself with oil as well. He looked ridiculous with his trousers just pulled down mid-thigh, but it was worth it as he had quickly seen from how easily those claws could cut his flesh.]

... Very well. [he gives the thing a few wake-up slaps, alternating with firm tugs. He watches as he does this, his face becoming slightly heated. It's difficult to get used to this, really. Especially with the myriad of new and strange things he's heard Estinien say as of late. And "Slap it" is now among those.]

[He wishes desperately that they could have come together on a happier note. He would take this for what it was and take what little enjoyment Estinien would allow him to have from it. He couldn't blame Estinien, not for a moment. He was living the waking nightmare of any Ishgardian, really.]

How's this?

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[Little did Estinien need to answer with words, the rough coupling of slaps and tugs did wonders, and soon his cock was standing as rigidly as Gae Bolg. His breath had since become a bit heavier, and his face a little red with the flush of blood coursing through him at Aymeric's work.]

Good enough.

[It was a rough, heavily huffed sentence, but as these meetings proceeded, Estinien found himself easier to rouse than before—much to his obvious chagrin.]

Go—so that we may get this over with.

[He truly didn't mean any of his shortness to be an attack on Aymeric, or that he found the other man unappealing. Had he a normal appetite of such flesh-based pleasures, he would find Aymeric among the top of those he would wish to bed, however, he is was far from any sort of urge or want.

His hands stay still at his side, not daring to lay them upon the other man, nor his own dick. Last thing he needed was a shredded dick that still need to do the job at hand (claw?) to make this all the more miserable.]

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[He licks his lip at the sight. In spite of everything, his companion's hardened prick was still one of his favorite things to look at. Not that he would admit this aloud. Estinien would have no use for it.

He props a knee up on the bed to better Estinien's angle, reaching back to guide him close. It was awkward work, but not too difficult to guide his cock against him without looking. His own cock twitched and hardened up as he felt Estinien's heat radiating from him.]

I am prepared. Do as you will. [He took a breath, trying to stay relaxed. He had at least grown used to him enough that the size wasn't shocking, and they needed little preamble to make it a comfortable fit.]

[Alphinaud had assumed a lot of things. Medicines that weren't easily self-applicable, perhaps, or magicks that Estinien was incapable of using. Everything that he had assumed were rather banal things, more common treatments than anything else.

He wasn't sure why, in a place so depraved as this, he hadn't thought of the possibility of sex.

The broken vial on the floor cinched it for him, his fingers having dragged through the smear of liquid and given away the nature of it, and nigh immediately his neck and cheeks flushed hotly. If that didn't cinch it, Estinien's tone of voice certainly did. Ritual, yes, but ritual intercourse that was about to happen right over his head.

He hoped to all twelve of the gods that the slight noise he made was muffled by his hands and the activity about to engage above him.]

[There's a slight discomfort at Aymeric's words, and Estinien hesitates a moment. A man of few words, and it continues to prove true as he finds himself lost for a reply. There's a twinge of guilt in how Aymeric phrases it, but he knows—they both know—this is necessary.

Mayhap he will speak with Aymeric later on his feelings towards this matter. For the time being, there was a task to be done, and Estinien is not one to let a matter sit undone. With a low growl, he presses forward, the soft head of his cock pressing firm against the cleft of Aymeric's ass—

He stops. Frozen like a statue with his dick ready to sink into Aymeric, ignoring how his body aches to move forward, to hilt himself completely.

He heard something—no, someone.]

Aymeric.

[He speaks unnaturally calmly as he pulls away from him—an endeavor that felt much more difficult than it had any right.]

I think we are not alone.

What? I didn't hear anything. 'Twas probably an animal of some sort. Yenh... "collects" plants. I bet that 'tis just some little critter or some such on her plants.[he reaches back to pull him close again.] Or someone outside. You see how thin these walls are.

We need to be quick, lest you want Yenh to see us in this state.

[He reached between his own legs to give his cock a squeeze.]

[No, no, no--

Alphinaud immediately held his breath, being sure to remain as still as he could possibly manage. Being caught right now wouldn't be good. As volatile as Estinien seemed to be, if he were to be caught... He only needed to remain quiet and unnoticed until this was over and they had left. Then, he could escape, hopefully without notice.

To muffle further noises, he made sure to bite down on his lower lip behind his hands, as hard as he could without drawing blood.]

[Estinien attempts to pull away from Aymeric's reach, but fails to react quick enough. Allowing Aymeric to give him a teasing squeeze that works as a good distraction from what he thought he heard. Perhaps his nerves are getting the better of him, he isn't sure, but the warm hand on his aching dick is enough to convince him to let the noise be forgotten.

Sloppily he ruts forward, pushing past Aymeric's hand to slip between his cheeks—not entering yet, but rubbing between the cleft of his ass. He nearly grabs Aymeric's hips, but stops himself short, not wanting to tear into him. Instead, he leans forward, grabbing at the pants around his thighs as he pulls his hips back to line himself up again.

With a firm hold, he presses in, letting out a rough groan as he feels himself spread Aymeric. The sensation isn't as tight as it had been in the past, but with it comes the comfort of familiarity and haste. Where once he had to wait for the Lord Commander to adjust to his girth, little does he now beyond a few courtesy moments.]

[Aymeric can't help the moans and little words that spill from his mouth. As much as this is obligation– it still feels good. And he feels a warm rush of excitement as he was able to bring Estinien back to him.]

Yes, Estinien! [He pushes back against him, the fullness making his cock ache. He tugs at himself, eyes closed, his other hand bracing himself on the bed. ]

Please...! [He wriggles up on him, his goal very much in line with Estinien's. Those claws just had to go. He thinks about next time, that maybe he would catch Estinien before his transformations became too severe. That he might have more time to enjoy it, and that he might feel Estinien's hands upon him, properly. The claws, though on fabric, still pricked him slightly.]

[Estinien's heavy breath is peppered with grunts and groans as he begins to work up to a steady rhythm. He's far from skilled at this, primarily from his lack of interest, but he does pay enough attention to the noises that leave Aymeric, and which angle seems to get the best reactions.

He might not like being forced into this, but he doesn't want Aymeric to suffer for helping him. With his hips drawn back, he slams into Aymeric again, an audible slapping emitting from his hips meeting Aymeric's ass with such force. Dark eyes slipping closed as he focuses on the feeling of his friend around his cock, the slick passage of muscle gripping him as he starts to ram into him with an almost feral-like ferocity.

Without a thought, one of his hands releases from the pants, planting itself on his ass. His claws unfortunately digging in a bit as Estinien allows himself to get swept away in his reluctant pleasures. He's found focusing on something that brings him delights beyond what's considered the norm makes it that much easier for him to come—the unfortunate side effect is losing himself into the fantasies of his mind. Most of which proving to be on the violent side.

It's a small wonder when his hand lowers to his hip, grip tightening beyond something that can arguably be ignored, into something downright painful. Estinien's thoughts far from what he's doing, and further along the violent passions he has yet to experience.]

[Aymeric tries to weather the clawed hand on his ass. He'd suffered worse easily– But then his hand moves, the claw sinks, and blood wells quickly in the path of his claws.]

Augh! [Acting out of instinct more than anything else, he grabs at his wrist to pull his hand off on him.] Watch your claws! [he relocates Estinien's hand, burying it in the cloth of his tunic for his own safety. He holds it there, curling his hand over Estinien's.

Blood splatters onto the floor and soaks into his trousers as Aymeric continues to fuck him, hoping he'll finish quickly. The injury has his boner spooked, but he hopes Estinien can finish, at least.]

[The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and the mattress straining with the effort above his head had Alphinaud in a very difficult and very awful place, indeed. He hadn't come here to be audience to something so private and personal as this, and yet he found himself suddenly the unwitting voyeur.

Worst of all, his body - being full of teenage hormones - was responding in a very pleased manner, and he quickly found it hard to muffle his own breathing as his body began to rebel to the confines of his chastity belt.

He allowed himself a soft grunt of irritation, and his hands swiftly moved to locate the key for it. But no sooner did he have the key in hand that Aymeric's voice was crying out, startling him into stillness as a spatter of blood hit the floor. Alphinaud’s eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat. What in the seven hells was going on...? If he weren't afraid of being caught, he very well may have peeked out from under the edge of the bed, but terror held him in his place.]

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[Aymeric's voice guides him back to the situation he's in, enough that his grip lessens so that he may relocate it elsewhere.]

Mine—Hhhff— apologies...

[He grunts it out as he never quite slows his pace, feeling himself drawing ever closer to his orgasm. Leaning over, he presses himself firmly down onto Aymeric's back, his sweat glistened chest resting against the bunched tunic below him as it affords him a new angle.

In time, his thrusts become more shallow and frantic, so too do his breaths. The welling of pressure in his lower abdomen, paired with the undeniable pleasures of pounding Aymeric's ass was pushing him—and fortunately for them both, this was the one field where Estinien lacked stamina.

Though, unfortunately for Alphinad, he's not quite there yet, because that would be too kind to poor Alphinaud below them.]

'Tis alright, my friend. [The feeling of his body against him and his cock thrusting shallowly against him revitalized his cock somewhat. It twitched between his legs as he let out a low moan. His voice was hushed and breathy as he spoke.]

Go on, come inside me, Estinien. Please. I want it. [He reaches back, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling to egg him on.]

[Blood continues to drip from his wounds. Estinien's claws were terribly sharp and the cuts were so clean. He would have plenty of time to stop the bleeding in a moment. Estinien's jerking of his hips caused more blood to fall on the floor in little pitter-patters. Yenh's poor bedding also took some of the blood as well.]

[The near constant patter of blood on the floor is worrying, enough that Alphinaud is very, very tempted to look despite all possible negative consequences. But Aymeric's pleas stop his breathing for a moment, heart skipping a beat. Gods, it's like hearing a reading of one of his novels. Even though it's two of his friends instead of fictional characters, and is therefore slightly awkward on that note.

It doesn't stop his chastity belt from suddenly being very uncomfortably tight on him, though. And while he has mixed feelings on relieving his own tensions when it's friends, of all things... Where did that blasted key go...?]

[The invitation is pretty much all he needs at this juncture, and with a few more desperate thrusts he gives Aymeric exactly what he asks for. As the pressure comes to head (heh), he gives one solid deep inward thrust, pressing his hips to Aymeric's ass as he pours inside of him. He does not hold still during his orgasm though, and while letting out a guttural moan, he shallowly and quickly pumps into Aymeric.

After a few finishing thrusts, Estinien allows his weight to fall entirely on Aymeric as he huskily catches his breath. There's more at work than just his sexual exhaustion, however, his transformation is receding as well. Going to and fro with the curse is tiring as it is inconvenient, and so it takes him a couple minutes to compose himself, let alone lift himself off of Aymeric.]

[Aymeric steadies his breathing. He's nowhere close to getting off, but happily meets Estinien in his orgasm. He allows him to finish, then grunts, falling over onto the bed to take some of Estinien's weight. He pulls off of Estinien and grabs a wad of the sheets to stop the bleeding on his hip.]

[He inhales sharply from the pain. It seems his entire ass and hip area has been cut up.]

I'm tying your hands behind your back next time. Would you look at the injury? Tell me if I need to go to the infirmary.

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[With an acknowledging grunt, Estinien lifts himself off of Aymeric (and subsequently out of him) to look over the damage he had done. It was... not horrific, but not exactly something easily ignored. Particularly with that amount of blood—not life threatening, of course, but certainly something worth a couple stitches.]

If you think ropes can hold me, you are welcome to try.

[A pointed jest as he assesses the wound.]

Frivolity aside... A trip to the infirmary would not go amiss.

The idea is to just remind you not to cut me with your claws. 'Tis not a contest of your strength against your bonds.

[His joke falls a little flat. Aymeric has been unatended to in every way, and finds himself a bit lacking in humor. Aymeric groans.]

Didn't you learn how to do field stitches? Surely Yenh has a needle and thread around here, somewhere.

[Not that it was probably clean or sharp enough for that. In spite of everything, he was still a little hard. Even while trying to get his cuts to clot properly. Maybe he really did need the stitches.]

[Now that the noise is all over, Alphinaud lets out a quiet breath through his nose. Right as he'd found the key, too. But he doesn't need it now that things are not so... intense. He doesn't have to do anything about this, he can simply wait until they leave, and slip out entirely unnoticed without resorting to anything awkward.

Or he could, if the key wasn't currently slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor.]

Aye. If she has the tools, I could certainly—

[He stops mid sentence as he hears the clattering beneath the bed. It's a relatively small key, but his elezen ears do not fail him. His earlier suspicions come to life, and he stares at the bed.]

Off the bed Aymeric.

[It's a short, pointed command. He will find who's been spying on them, and make them pay for their transgression!]

[Aymeric hears it, too, and complies with a swiftness. Aymeric's boots hit the floor. He has mind enough to pull up his pants before Estinien unleashes his rancor upon the peeping tom.]

[In his state, he is more than willing for Estinien to do the majority of the threats. He is well surprised, however. Mostly that this hasn't been an issue before.]

Show yourself! [His voice booms with its commanding tones in the small room.]

[The tone in both Estinien and Aymeric's voices sends his fight or flight response surging, and Alphinaud lets out a quiet shriek.]

I-it's me, it's me!

[But he doesn't move. He doesn't want to move. Not when the Mistress has him in clothes that reveal more than they cover, and not when he's experiencing a problem.]

[The moment he hears Alphinaud's voice his anger subsides. Instead, it's replaced with confusion and surprise. His eyes remain leveled at the bed, Alphinaud's reply certainly cementing that that's where he is currently located.

Wordlessly, he grabs the bed and lifts it, revealing to both men that it is indeed the young scholar. Estinien's face is still as stone as he looks on at the boy—as if he isn't completely naked, and his dick isn't slick from sex.]

Come out, boy.

[There's little point for him to remain under there, even if in the further reaches of Estinien's own mind he wishes to climb under there himself. This is worse than getting caught with your pants around your ankles, especially when the pants are in the other room, and the one who caught you played witness to the whole thing...]

[Aymeric sighs, sweeping glass away with his boot. The last several minutes played in his head, augmented by the knowledge that they had an audience. How... embarassing. He glances at Estinien in all of his nude glory, then back to Alphinaud who was dressed so cruelly in his skimpy clothes.]

[He crosses his arms, looking around on the floor. It was just... a mess. And he was still bleeding anyway. ]

I suppose you were right, Estinien. You really did hear someone. [He offers Alphinaud his hand to take, that he might step over the mess with more ease]

[As the bed lifts, Alphinaud reflexively curls in on himself in an attempt to mask the issue currently straining against his chastity belt. It's uncomfortable in more ways than one, but at least Estinien's tone is a bit different.

Wordlessly, he takes Aymeric's hand and is careful not to step on any broken glass. But once he's back in sorts, he crosses his arms over his bare stomach and looks away at the door, ears burning in shame.]

I-I apologize, I did not mean-- It was not mine intention to listen in on something such as this. I only panicked when I heard someone come into the house, so I...

[ And Alphinaud may see the front door open, with a figure silhouetted against the noonday light. No, two. A sheep blaps. ]

[ A combination of factors lead Yenh to conclude her house was occupied, not the least of which were the sound of voices and the smell of blood filling the tiny cottage. Yenh strides the few steps to corner the culprits, not letting go of the lead wrapped around a sheep’s neck. It only follows because she has food in a pouch on her belt. It tries to help itself. She absently pushes its nose away as she absorbs more and more of the scene. ]

[ Aymeric, wounded. Estinien, nude. Alphinaud, assuming a position to hide his boner. Lube and blood and oil and broken glass. ]

[Yenh has impeccable timing, truly. Just as Estinien goes to gently place the bed down, she comes in and distracts him.

Thus he drops it, entirely.

Good thing Alphinaud had gotten out from under it in time.

He stands, frozen, staring at Yenh, no less nude than before, no less inspired to cover himself--what would the point of it be, anyways? All present has seen him naked now.]

Yenh.

[He says it almost like a casual greeting or acknowledgment. As if she hadn't just walked in on one of the most bizarre things she could have, besides how else can you save face other than just acting like this foolishness isn't currently happening?

Exactly.]

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[Aymeric is already pressing his face into his hand. He can feel a headache welling up alongside the literal pain in his ass.]

Pardon our intrusion. If you will take a seat in the front room, I'll make you a cup of tea whilst we clean. Also, do you have a needle and thread?

[In an effort to seem casual, he had taken his hand off his wound. Along with the quick movement and the rush of adrenaline, blood is now exiting his wound more vigorously. He notices this and claps his hand firmly over the wound again pretty uselessly.]

Y-Yenh...!

[Now caught by not one, not two, but three people doing what he wasn't supposed to do, Alphinaud feels an even hotter flush of shame rise up his neck and to his cheeks. More than that, he is suddenly very aware of the discomfort in his shorts, and he moves his hands to cover any unfortunate bulges.

And then he notices Aymeric's wound, the flush making way for a mild look of horror. Estinien's claws had done that?]

A-ah, let me heal that for you...

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[ Well. ]

[ Well, at least this explained a few things about objects moving and what she had feared was a drinking problem of her own, given liquor would disappear and reappear without explanation. The Warrior of Light bursts out laughing, startling her wooly companion enough that it tries to run back out the door. She holds onto its lead, giving Aymeric’s wound a look as she shakes her head to banish her amusement. ]

Gods, I’ve full rights to give you all an earload, but I shall decline. The needle and thread are in the kitchen cupboard in a broken cup behind the painted brick. [ It is a brick someone painted, yes. ]

[ Instead of taking Aymeric’s invitation, she looks at Alphinaud, not entirely sure what to make of his presence, except to assume this was instructional. ] Estinien has many virtues and wondrous talents, but I must beg you not to take cues from him in the arena of the bedroom.

[WAY TO THROW HIM UNDER THE CHOCOBO, YENH...

Estinien ignores Yenh's otherwise scathing remark to someone who might care about such trivialities, and silently makes his way to where the needle and thread should be. Seeing to Aymeric's wound is way more of an appealing task, than to carry on with this conversation or situation.

The sooner they can all forget about this embarrassing farce, the better. The only further acknowledgement he offers to any of them is to Aymeric, where he waves him on to follow. Leaving behind The Mess, as well as the shattered glass, oil, and blood for Yenh to deal with.]

Estinien is a perfectly competent lover! He merely made a slip of the claw. But... Thank you, for your understanding. We needed someplace private– And freely available. I've been trying to save up my coin for a similar sort of home. [For all his composure, he was noble blooded, and could not hide the disdain in his voice calling such a shanty shack a home]

Alphinaud, you've your healing magicks in this place? [ That sounded infinitely better than a needle, not that he hasn't had to receive field stitches in the past. So, it was nothing new.]

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I-I am most certainly not taking cues--

[The sputter is loud and less indignant than he'd hoped it would be, but it makes him lift a hand to rub his face all the same. He's going to die from blushing, at this rate.

Aymeric's question draws him from his embarrassment, and he very nearly answers with an automatic 'yes'... until he remembers where he is, and presses his lips together tightly.] I... N-no, I do not. I'd forgotten.

[ Yenh raises her eyebrows at Alphinaud’s declaration, leaving aside that he’d forgotten that their magicks had been sealed. She understood; even now, she found herself occasionally trying to set things on fire or use cures of her own. ]

There’s no call to be ashamed, Alphinaud. I merely think taking cues from Aymeric would be the wiser course.

[ And to Aymeric, she manages not to wink. It’s a tough effort but she manages to put enough of her hero persona on to cover the Intense Innuendo that she is shouting in her head and heart. It helps that there are far more proper topics to resort to. ... kind of.]

Spare your coin; this place suffices well enough. I can be asked to leave as necessary.

[CLOSED] Just a good honest sex log

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