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[foundjuanting]

[SO AFTER THAT WICKED PARTY there's one dude who's just taken a very long ride, and now is trying to get pretty damn drunk]

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[hench_wench]

[But?? That's not what dating is??? Very confused and a little bit hurt????]

Maybe it's my wishes.

[foundjuanting]

[Then at least two people are riding the confusion train.]

If it is, I would gladly accept it.

[hench_wench]

Nobody's ever not wanted me to change before. I hardly know what to do with you, Juan Borgia.

[foundjuanting]

Do you truly think that it is only on your side? All I have known wished me to become something else, and fit their roles all the better.

[hench_wench]

I like you the way you are.

[foundjuanting]

There, now you know the nature of it for me.

[hench_wench]

[Can we stop talking and make out now?]

[foundjuanting]

[Okay. yes, good.]

[hench_wench]

Juan... I have no idea how to get out of this dress.

[foundjuanting]

Oh, let me. First you must untie the sleeves and then...

[yeah dresses take forever to get off]

[hench_wench]

[THIS IS RIDICULOUS AND SLOW AND NOT SEXY]

Who has time for this?

[foundjuanting]

Were you not the one speaking of patience earlier?

[hench_wench]

I will put this sleeve back on and go home, mister, just see if I won't.

[foundjuanting]

[sitting back and smiling, willll youuuuu?]

[hench_wench]

[BITCH I SAID I WOULD AND I WILL]

I'll figure it out on my own.

[foundjuanting]

[no no, it's cool, I can wait and have a cup of wine]

I do not doubt that.

[hench_wench]

[LEAVING!!!!]

[Wait coming back]

[And knocking on Shaun's door]

[sharpasafawkes]

[There might be gentle laughter as she leaves??]

[And two fuzzy dogfaces poke out the door, followed by one very groggy-looking Shaun.]

...Do I even want to know?

[hench_wench]

Please tell me you either know how this damn dress works or you have a big pair of scissors.

[sharpasafawkes]

Actually, sixteenth century's one of my fields. Don't blame you though, the fashions' a bloody nightmare. Come on in, I think I've got something for you to wear once you're out of that.

[hench_wench]

Oh thank god, you are my new favorite person.

[sharpasafawkes]

...Goodbye sleep, I'll compose sonnets in your name.

So it looks like you've had a start on the sleeves, so we'll go from there.

[working on it, sideeyeing the bows because WHAT]

[hench_wench]

Oh please, you aren't that favorite.

[Do not even start with me, DO NOT EVEN]

[sharpasafawkes]

I meant that you'll come in at all hours to wake me up. Not... not that.

[hench_wench]

Uh huh. What do I do after the sleeves?