I just wanna know if how you imagine me is what you want.
[Her laugh is a bit more sultry this time as she brushes one of her legs against his.]
Hey, before we get too carried away...can I ask you a question? This is just something I'm wondering, and I don't want anyone else to get the wrong idea...they might think I sound insecure.
Really, you mean that? Oh, Chuuya, you're such a gentleman!
[Even if he phrased it kind of crudely, she gets the sentiment.]
Just, what you said about the tokens and how you'd be mad--you'd be mad because I'd have been lying, not because of me, right? I guess what I'm asking is...if, from the very beginning, I was ever in the lineup with everyone else, would you ever have thought to choose me? Or...would it have always been Sincerity?
[Chuuya has to think about it, and maybe that's not a good sign, but.]
I'm not a patient person. So there's no way I could be a good follower for you. I don't know how other people decided, but I couldn't choose you for pretty much the same reason I couldn't choose, say, Piety.
But I'm pretty sure there's others who'd be on your team. You're just as good as any other god.
I guess you could say I lacked the foresight. In any case, I won't be needing them now. From this distance, I can see you just fine.
[Patience takes off her glasses, and putting them off to the side of the bed, skips the preamble. One of her hands cups his cheek, and she leans in to give him a kiss that doesn't lack an ounce of warmth.]
[Patience puts her hand on his cheek, cupping his face softly as she leans down to kiss his temple. If he doesn't want to talk, that's fine; she'll stay right where he needs her, as long as that may be.]
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Finally, we have each other alone. What do you do now, great poet?
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[Instead, he lifts one of her hands to kiss the air above it. Maybe it'd seem more gentlemanly if he wasn't grinning.]
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You're such a tease. Tell me, what do you think I look like? If you had to imagine anything.
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[Even if no one can see it.]
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Would you say that that's your ideal type?
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[Chuuya sits down next to her, leaning against her side.]
Besides, obviously you never tell a woman she'd me more attractive if she changed this or that.
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[Her laugh is a bit more sultry this time as she brushes one of her legs against his.]
Hey, before we get too carried away...can I ask you a question? This is just something I'm wondering, and I don't want anyone else to get the wrong idea...they might think I sound insecure.
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[The question gets Chuuya to pause.]
Sure, what is it?
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[Even if he phrased it kind of crudely, she gets the sentiment.]
Just, what you said about the tokens and how you'd be mad--you'd be mad because I'd have been lying, not because of me, right? I guess what I'm asking is...if, from the very beginning, I was ever in the lineup with everyone else, would you ever have thought to choose me? Or...would it have always been Sincerity?
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[Chuuya has to think about it, and maybe that's not a good sign, but.]
I'm not a patient person. So there's no way I could be a good follower for you. I don't know how other people decided, but I couldn't choose you for pretty much the same reason I couldn't choose, say, Piety.
But I'm pretty sure there's others who'd be on your team. You're just as good as any other god.
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[It's a little hard being so under suspicion for so long. Patience pulls off her mask, shaking her long hair out of her hood, and gives him a smile.]
It's nice to finally trust someone enough to take this off. You can imagine how uncomfortable it is to wear glasses underneath a mask.
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I'd have switched to contacts, personally. But they do look great on you.
[zero disappointment here]
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[Patience takes off her glasses, and putting them off to the side of the bed, skips the preamble. One of her hands cups his cheek, and she leans in to give him a kiss that doesn't lack an ounce of warmth.]
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And just hugs her from behind, hiding his face against her back.]
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Oh, babe...do you wanna go talk about it?
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[Even if it was probably necessary, it still was exhausting.]
Can I just hold you for a while?
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[She gives him a tight squeeze, but then pulls away just so she can take him by the hands and steer him back toward his room.]
C'mon. I know the mask isn't very comforting.
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[But he'll still follow wherever she leads.]
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[Once they have their privacy, Patience shakes her hair out of her robes once again, pulling off her mask and adjusting her glasses.]
Come over here.
[Sitting down on his bed, she raises her arms for him to come get himself comfortable. Her bosom is all yours, Chuuya.]
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...Thanks.
[Mumbled against her shoulder.]
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...hey. Do you want me to call you by your real name?
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[So it suits her.]
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[She gives him a wry smile.]
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