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[foundjuanting]

[One Juan Borgia's bedroom, a little lounge area by the window, a fuckton of pillows on it, and a Juan resting on them. Go]

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[foundjuanting]

"Tylenol 3"

[so much grumping]

[maleborgia]

Then it must not be such a bad wound. Isn't that cause for celebration?

[foundjuanting]

I'm leaping for joy.

[maleborgia]

You have been preoccupied lately, so I do not know if you saw the announcements that there will be a party of some kind at the end of the month. I have no misplaced hopes about its quality, but it may yet be entertaining.

[foundjuanting]

You're trying to distract me again, brother.

[maleborgia]

I am offering you one, yes. Why wouldn't I? A pleasant experience often makes physical discomfort less tiresome to bear.

[foundjuanting]

I just wanted you to know that I know when you do it.

But go on.

[maleborgia]

*shrug, no matter*

Have you seen them? They suggest finding a costume and bringing a date.

[foundjuanting]

A date and a costume, it does sound interesting.

[maleborgia]

I would offer suggestions of whom you might take, but I am certain that you do not need any.

[foundjuanting]

You can guess already?

[maleborgia]

You are a Borgia. Since when did we need help in this area?

[foundjuanting]

Never.

[maleborgia]

Good.