For the night, maybe. I do still have a country to get back to. [Heβll be held to that promise, and itβd better not be a lie.] But whose company is going to be so entertaining tonight that I forget entirely about returning to the comfort of my own bed?
[He smiles, imagining Sarica in the middle of crafting a careful response, trying so hard to play their little game. Ricoβs timing is impeccable, sending this a split second before the other man replies;]
Probably that musician from last time. Whatβs his name again, with the curls?
[ He pauses, quickly deleting his first reply, although it was a very good one, truly, the burden of that work lies on you, if you want to be entertained, entertain yourself. Instead he reads over the final response from the prince, frowning slightly. He can put name to every face at his orgies, he knows everyone, has been with everyone, cupbearer to royalty.
Well, maybe not royalty, yet, but the notion still stands. ]
Please describe him in more detail. I know many musicians with curls. They come a dime a dozen.
[Rico Dredd seems determined to fuck his way through the entire eligible population of Efith, one diplomatic trip at a time. If Sarica hasn't been with royalty yet, his odds aren't looking terrible. But holding his attention long enough to get anything useful out of it is another thing.]
Let me think. Brown hair. Gap tooth, but he tried to hide it while he was singing. Seemed older, but not so old he might have problems getting it up. Ringing any bells?
[ And wherever Rico Dredd is thinking of going in Efith, be it places or men, Sarica was there first. For some reason, this feels important to him. For some reason, this matters. Posessiveness is not something Sarica feels much in regards to his relations, but in regards to his country? There is such a thing as belonging. He to Efith. Efith to him.
He takes exactly enough seconds to add the next message that he's pulling the same stunt Rico did before. ]
He can get it up all right. Doesn't like taking it, gives decent blowjobs, but not memorable. I hardly remember it.
[One of these days, he's going to discover new ground in the Capital where this man's prick hasn't already been. One day.
Sarica knows exactly how to dissuade him. Nothing more disappointing than mediocrity. But who knows if he's telling the truth? He is laying it on a little thick. Rico laughs, and deletes his original message. Fair play.]
[ He lets that sentiment hang between them for a moment. They both know exactly how much respect Sarica actually has for foreign nobles and royalty and visitors, if they don't bring funds and the right aid in troubling times.
Yet, it's only polite, so he writes it regardless. All due respect. ]
You should count among the hordes that have done me.
[Ah, respect. See? This is why he likes Sarica. He's funny.]
Now there's a thought.
[His little nation certainly has a few interesting things to offer Efith - things that could help in troubling times indeed. And considering Rico's father has been rumored to be ill, this older twin of twelve minutes could be due a lot more respect soon. By others, even if not by Sarica himself.]
I'm a reasonable man who listens to a good argument. Why should I fuck you?
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judgementcrime) wrote2000-08-20 11:21 am
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And I'm sure only half of it will be true. Don't worry, you'll have the benefit of the doubt. Since we're friends and all.
[Sarica's making the party sound better by the minute, isn't he?]
Then again, maybe I should worry. You people are insane.
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While you're among us, you should know that we prefer to call it, 'inspired'.
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[Yes, Rico talks like this. No, there's not a problem. And yes, he remains the significantly more diplomatic option of the two princes by a mile.]
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By the gods.
If you find our water a mouthful to swallow, try our wine next, then try whatever follows.
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You sure I'm not going to leave disappointed?
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[ Yes, it means. ]
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[He smiles, imagining Sarica in the middle of crafting a careful response, trying so hard to play their little game. Ricoβs timing is impeccable, sending this a split second before the other man replies;]
Probably that musician from last time. Whatβs his name again, with the curls?
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Well, maybe not royalty, yet, but the notion still stands. ]
Please describe him in more detail. I know many musicians with curls.
They come a dime a dozen.
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Let me think. Brown hair. Gap tooth, but he tried to hide it while he was singing. Seemed older, but not so old he might have problems getting it up. Ringing any bells?
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[ And wherever Rico Dredd is thinking of going in Efith, be it places or men, Sarica was there first. For some reason, this feels important to him. For some reason, this matters. Posessiveness is not something Sarica feels much in regards to his relations, but in regards to his country? There is such a thing as belonging. He to Efith. Efith to him.
He takes exactly enough seconds to add the next message that he's pulling the same stunt Rico did before. ]
He can get it up all right. Doesn't like taking it, gives decent blowjobs, but not memorable.
I hardly remember it.
You should aim for better.
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Sarica knows exactly how to dissuade him. Nothing more disappointing than mediocrity. But who knows if he's telling the truth? He is laying it on a little thick. Rico laughs, and deletes his original message. Fair play.]
Do go on about what I should do.
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[ He lets that sentiment hang between them for a moment. They both know exactly how much respect Sarica actually has for foreign nobles and royalty and visitors, if they don't bring funds and the right aid in troubling times.
Yet, it's only polite, so he writes it regardless. All due respect. ]
You should count among the hordes that have done me.
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Now there's a thought.
[His little nation certainly has a few interesting things to offer Efith - things that could help in troubling times indeed. And considering Rico's father has been rumored to be ill, this older twin of twelve minutes could be due a lot more respect soon. By others, even if not by Sarica himself.]
I'm a reasonable man who listens to a good argument. Why should I fuck you?