[ No sir? Spill? Molly looks between Caleb and Beau for a second, and then immediately lunges over to grab Caleb and try and wrestle him to the ground, (not particularly) gently and (very) socially. Try. as if he doesn’t weight two grapes.
Actually he suspects he might know what the embarrassment is about but also. He’s so fucking curious.]
Do you know who? You know who. Who. Think about it. Think about it. Think about it.
[Why! Why was this necessary. Pushing at Molly's face with his hand, but yeah you grappled a wizard, I guess! His thoughts are just. Zemnian sputtering.]
. . . I already told you this, Mollymauk. [He scowls, but fine.] She asked me last week to accompany her somewhere, and then when we spoke on Tuesday, she clarified she had meant it as a more specific invitation than I had realized. [He means it was a date.] I. . . I had assumed she was the sort of person I ought to disclose [wait, shit] certain facts rather than accept the invitation, which I did, and now I feel a bit foolish for that assumption.
[Pushed at, but undeterred. Just laughing and play acting like one hand to the face is actually keeping him at bay, tail swishing like a cat cornering some sort of small prey in the corner. It’s not so much gay activity as annoying activity, probably. Maybe a little gay, from the tiny little whisper of a thought that’s something like was that the only reason he said no? but. It’s an ugly thought he doesn’t like, so he dismisses it.]
Oh. Right! Thought you had something more exciting than that.
[And turning to Beauregard, without letting Caleb up.]
He means he has the clap. Whole downstairs situation is very harrowing right now.
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looks at molly
looks at caleb again]
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His eyebrows are about five inches up right now. Sir. ]
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[God! Looking away from both of them.]
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Actually he suspects he might know what the embarrassment is about but also. He’s so fucking curious.]
Do you know who? You know who. Who. Think about it. Think about it. Think about it.
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. . . I already told you this, Mollymauk. [He scowls, but fine.] She asked me last week to accompany her somewhere, and then when we spoke on Tuesday, she clarified she had meant it as a more specific invitation than I had realized. [He means it was a date.] I. . . I had assumed she was the sort of person I ought to disclose [wait, shit] certain facts rather than accept the invitation, which I did, and now I feel a bit foolish for that assumption.
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no, she absolutely moves out of the way to let molly socially tackle caleb, grinning a bit.]
Oh, you totally turned her down and she rebounded, dude. [leaning in] Disclose certain facts, huh.
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Oh. Right! Thought you had something more exciting than that.
[And turning to Beauregard, without letting Caleb up.]
He means he has the clap. Whole downstairs situation is very harrowing right now.
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[He sounds like he's planning to say something else, but then Molly says that, so he kicks him.]
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
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she takes another big swig of booze.]
Huh. Well, I'm out of gossip, but I really am curious to know who Lucretia was making out with.
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[ You kick Mollymauk? You kick Mollymauk like der Fußball? He rolls off and rubs at where he was kicked like it actually hurt. ]
As if you've never had to go to the local cleric either. Anyway, I've got no idea, but she didn't seem that pleased about it.