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[quickfingers]

ah oh no there’s some on my lip
i wipe it off carefully with my finger, licking it clean

[Peter’s having too much fun.]

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This is gonna end in your death.
I'm a FuckIng WiZArd Of UnknoWABle EldRitCH DaRKnESs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[quickfingers]

ok ok ok ok sorry
Think of dead kittens or smnthn

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That doesn't

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That doesn't help

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wait

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Not in like

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Not in, like, a "that still gives me a boner" way, but in like

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[ . . . ]

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[ . . . . . . . . . . . ]

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I don't even know why I'm fighting it?

Thinking of your tongue in a context that's just straight up euphemistic of giving me a BJ is like, my favourite thing to do.
Let's double down.
Tell me more about the things your long fingers and tongue are doing.

[quickfingers]

[hengh suddenly this is real]

[quickfingers]

uh

[quickfingers]

you sure?
Aren’t you gonna
be uncomfortable
situation wise?

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I, uh.

[ hm. ]

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I was just trying to mess with you.

[ a short pause. ]

You'd, like.

Like, that'd. You'd?
You'd.

Because I can come up with an excuse. And.
Go.
Somewhere.
Somehow.
If.

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[ a few backspaced attempts to finish that sentence, and then just

nothin else ]

[quickfingers]

[ A short delay just, Peter looking at his phone and thinking it over very fast before just: ]

I... could
if you wanted

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Oh.

[ he starts typing, but then he goes dark for a solid five or ten minutes. if peter still has the staff radio channel in his ear, he'll hear someone ask someone else to fetch something for odin's stomach, which means if he tried to act sick to get out of his shoot, it didn't work. a few minutes later, though, the words "break for thirty" will ring out.

odin will be unashamed to admit later that he gave a dude like six hundred bucks to put his schedule on pause for a while. ]

[quickfingers]

would? I would

if you want.

Let’s?

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[ he ducks back into his room upstairs, and he considers asking Peter to come meet him, but he's all nerves and he doesn't think he's quite ready to go from whatever they're doing to... something slightly more upgraded. with. in person. things. in person. feelings.

and so. ]

What's

up.

I guess.
Haha? Hahaha.

I've, uh, got some time off, so. So, like.
Like.
If you're still, like.

Hey, what's up. I'm Odin/Owain Dark, slayer of evil, traveller of time and tide, crusher of death and bringer of unfathomable glory.

I'm nervous?

[quickfingers]

[ meanwhile Peter is still in a dog trailer, unceremoniously ousting it’s owner so he doesn’t feel bad with her sitting next to him. Rooty trots off to live her life elsewhere and Peter squirms a bit to get comfortable. It’s just texting but it makes his stomach flop and he’s still into it but... damn. ]

do you want me to keep going with the Oreo thing
I can. it’d prob be easiest so yeah ok
hold on while I get back into character here

[quickfingers]

ok so where were we
I was dragging my tongue over an Oreo, right? (wish it would stop capitalizing that)
just starting with a fast but building up to longer licks

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(i like you too)




(not like, now, but like, in general)