[He looks confused for a second at the accusatory tone, holding his hands up in surrender.]
. . . Well, you know, they keep us locked up in that room all weekend. Hard to get privacy for business. Gotta take a half hour for myself when they let us out.
[ Sometimes we have to face some HARSH TRUTHS, Dorian. And one of those is everyone poops. Coming in dropping his bottles down. This time he just heads right to sitting on the bed.]
So, probably should have called that one from the moment I heard him do the creepy laugh. Someone who can do that laugh has definitely got something up.
[Going to sit down next to him on the bed. What are you going to do about that?? (Is it hold him because he has a lot of feelings right now and that would be nice).]
Hah. Yes. I might have brought up the four or so times he waxed poetic to me about gaining entrance to the restricted magic library and learning the forbidden arts.
If only. I know the look all too well, but somehow it's always so much more complicated while it's happening.
[By this point Bull should know Dorian will tolerate pretty much anything, even if he might bitch. So, yes. The comment makes him a little sad all over again, though, so he's reaching for the wine.]
Why is it always the mages who must be so stupid. That was a rhetorical question, incidentally.
Yeah. Last time, sure, freaky mage shit. The white-haired kid was an accident. But the other two - you'd think they'd say something in their own defense. Most people do.
Perhaps they didn't care to spill their innermost desires to a crowd of ill-wishers cheering one's execution? Perhaps they killed to escape, but it hardly seemed like a safe bet. Tempting targets those weeks, too.
[Pausing, though, because he's not stupid. He's thought through the part of the rules that mentions third parties, and he didn't miss the bit about 'the motive they showed everyone.']
Or did you mean to suggest there were motives they didn't show everyone? Do you know something about it I don't? [He says it lightly; he's not sure whether he's suggesting Bull actually knows something, or whether he's just picked up on something. He can be awfully perceptive, after all.]
[He doesn't know if he buys that at all. It was far too specific a comment. But he also isn't going to demand Bull talk to him about it right now. Just raising an eyebrow in order to make clear he knows there was more to it than that. And, more wine.]
Well, I, for one, am perfectly content if they choose to continue to destroy precious family heirlooms. I hope next week, I'm to kill lest they tarnish all the good silver.
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. . . Well, you know, they keep us locked up in that room all weekend. Hard to get privacy for business. Gotta take a half hour for myself when they let us out.
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On the other hand, it seems to have defused the tension.]
Well. It was an eventful evening all around. I suppose you may as well come in.
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So, probably should have called that one from the moment I heard him do the creepy laugh. Someone who can do that laugh has definitely got something up.
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Hah. Yes. I might have brought up the four or so times he waxed poetic to me about gaining entrance to the restricted magic library and learning the forbidden arts.
That was plainly a disaster waiting to happen.
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You'd think we could spot this shit by now. Who's got the look in their eye.
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[By this point Bull should know Dorian will tolerate pretty much anything, even if he might bitch. So, yes. The comment makes him a little sad all over again, though, so he's reaching for the wine.]
Why is it always the mages who must be so stupid. That was a rhetorical question, incidentally.
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[Drinking and being held against the best pair of man bosoms on this ship is a good way to drown your sorrows.]
Makes you wonder, probably the first time someone actually killed for the motive. At least the motive they showed everyone.
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[He's still being held against a pair of man bosoms but he's trying to parse what Bull just said.]
How so? You mean that Calypso and Tsuyuko never told us what they were actually after?
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[Pausing, though, because he's not stupid. He's thought through the part of the rules that mentions third parties, and he didn't miss the bit about 'the motive they showed everyone.']
Or did you mean to suggest there were motives they didn't show everyone? Do you know something about it I don't? [He says it lightly; he's not sure whether he's suggesting Bull actually knows something, or whether he's just picked up on something. He can be awfully perceptive, after all.]
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[ Nothing out of the ordinary shows on his face, but reaching for the wine bottle, though. Moving on to better topics.]
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[He doesn't know if he buys that at all. It was far too specific a comment. But he also isn't going to demand Bull talk to him about it right now. Just raising an eyebrow in order to make clear he knows there was more to it than that. And, more wine.]
Well, I, for one, am perfectly content if they choose to continue to destroy precious family heirlooms. I hope next week, I'm to kill lest they tarnish all the good silver.
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[MORE WINE. Is insulting Dorian by talking about the beautiful painting really helping your case here at all Bull.]
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[He's not jealous of a painting. He's not. She looked pretty cheap, though.]
I didn't want to say anything, but I'm fairly certain her chainmail was permanently lodged inside of her. Not much fun.