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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Yyyyyyeah, I'm not exactly breaking down any doors to get at describing that kind of ES fanfiction. I think I'll wrap things up for this scene.
Shall we fade to black, or were there other shenanigans to be had tonight?
Fendros kept his smile, but leaned his head to one side and made a small groan of pretend disappointment at Meesei's answer. At Ahnasha nearly pulling him enough to cause him to fall out of his seat, Fendros rebalanced and responded, "No," before half leaning down and half pushing her on her back to bring his mouth close to her large ear, "I would be much more comfortable laying down," Fendros whispered to her.
At this point, Fendros took another drink automatically rather than by remembering the rules of the game. Raising his head up and compensating for his head moving a few degrees further than straight, Fendros looked over at Lorag. "Lorag, you great, green..." Fendros stopped that train of thought, "Do you want to keep playing? Your obviously not drinking enough."
At this point, Fendros took another drink automatically rather than by remembering the rules of the game. Raising his head up and compensating for his head moving a few degrees further than straight, Fendros looked over at Lorag. "Lorag, you great, green..." Fendros stopped that train of thought, "Do you want to keep playing? Your obviously not drinking enough."
Fendros carefully took the bottle from Ahnasha's hands and removed its cork. "Not t'night," Fendros held his new bottle out in front of him, before raising the bottle to his lips. This wine was worse than the last one, but he was at the point where details didn't matter at all. To be playful, Fendros lightly brushed the tips of his fingers over Ahnasha's navel, genuinely curious whether Khajiit women, or at least Ahnasha, were ticklish. Don't think I've given up yet, catty.
"Meesei, do you want to join in?" Fendros asked, smiling with droopy eyes and a slight sway. There was an uproar of laughter from Janius and Lorag. Again, the details didn't matter to Fendros anymore.
"Meesei, do you want to join in?" Fendros asked, smiling with droopy eyes and a slight sway. There was an uproar of laughter from Janius and Lorag. Again, the details didn't matter to Fendros anymore.
Fendros' chuckles turned a tad nervous. Ahnasha's breath was like everyone else here; not charming, but her touch was warm. Fendros wasn't exactly attracted to Khajiits under regular circumstances, but the front of his mind had all but numbed itself with the wine. He decided to take his hesitation drink, along with the last quarter of his bottle at once. He threw his own arm around Ahnashas shoulder, challenge accepted, catty-lady.
"Yeah." Fendros said with his own scent of breath. It was the truth, Fendros found the fur somewhat pleasant to touch, "Ahnasha, would you get-" Fendros burped in his mouth for a second, "-fetch me another bottle of wine?" Fendros tilted his head toward Ahnasha, discarding his own slurring words and looking at her face daringly. He only just start to notice his heart beating faster and the empty bottle shiver in his hand. Your move. Are you game, little Khajiit?
"Yeah." Fendros said with his own scent of breath. It was the truth, Fendros found the fur somewhat pleasant to touch, "Ahnasha, would you get-" Fendros burped in his mouth for a second, "-fetch me another bottle of wine?" Fendros tilted his head toward Ahnasha, discarding his own slurring words and looking at her face daringly. He only just start to notice his heart beating faster and the empty bottle shiver in his hand. Your move. Are you game, little Khajiit?
Fendros leaned back in sync with Ahnasha leaning forward, he worried that history was repeating itself. "Yes." Fendros said flatly. With the alcohol circulating, Fendros had never played a game of questions without that question asked to someone. He was neither here nor there about wanting to elaborate his answer, but thankfully the rules of the game allowed him to postpone such a recount.
In the next fraction of a second Fendros asked a question faster than his inebriated mind could think about it. "Janius, am I her type?"
Fendros managed to catch Janius as he was about to swallow more wine, and in the first fracture of his grace that evening, he drew his head forward and tried to cover his mouth. There was a spray of wine from between his mouth and his hand as he utterly failed to suppress his laughter. As the remaining wine in his hand trickled onto the ground his laughs turned to breathless coughs and everyone else started to get caught up in his mirth and laughed along with him. Recovering, Janius wiped his mouth with his arm and revealed a wide grin. "Fendros, I commend your skill with this game," Janius said with a little gravel in his voice. He cleared his throat before he continued, "I wouldn't have a clue," he replied, before taking the last gulp of wine from his bottle. "Ahnasha, is Fendros your type?"
Fendros put his hand to his forehead, covering one eye. He had a feeling that it was his fault that the situation had escalated. This damn wine...
In the next fraction of a second Fendros asked a question faster than his inebriated mind could think about it. "Janius, am I her type?"
Fendros managed to catch Janius as he was about to swallow more wine, and in the first fracture of his grace that evening, he drew his head forward and tried to cover his mouth. There was a spray of wine from between his mouth and his hand as he utterly failed to suppress his laughter. As the remaining wine in his hand trickled onto the ground his laughs turned to breathless coughs and everyone else started to get caught up in his mirth and laughed along with him. Recovering, Janius wiped his mouth with his arm and revealed a wide grin. "Fendros, I commend your skill with this game," Janius said with a little gravel in his voice. He cleared his throat before he continued, "I wouldn't have a clue," he replied, before taking the last gulp of wine from his bottle. "Ahnasha, is Fendros your type?"
Fendros put his hand to his forehead, covering one eye. He had a feeling that it was his fault that the situation had escalated. This damn wine...
Fendros couldn't help but feel a chill up the back of his neck to whatever subtext he could immediately interpret from Meesei's answer. "Uhh-no!" Fendros just managed to say before it counted as hesitation. Despite the tipsy tunnel vision having set in fully, Fendros was able to employ the tactic of creating another question out of the one asked, "Lorag, do you have any tattoos?"
Indeed, just make sure that you double check that spot you pick isn't taken. AaronMK hasn't updated the map on the front page since a while ago.
Fendros tried to resist, but he had to laugh when he realised that it was inevitable that Lorag and Ahnasha would try to find a way to outdo one another somehow, even in a less than competitive game such as this. As per the rules, he took another swig of wine.
"Nope." Fendros said immediately. After all, he didn't technically come up with the game, he didn't know who had invented it. With the extra time that Ahnasha and Lorag had taken up, Fendros was able to come up with another question in reserve, "Janius, do you play the lute?"
"No." The nonchalance of Janius' answer was unnerving, but not enough of advance warning for his apparent experience with the game. "Fendros, do you like lutes?"
"Yes," Fendros replied without an assured tone. "Janius, do you like rabbits?"
Almost before Fendros finished his question, Janius said his "yes," again, fast and almost too relaxed. With his question, Janius squinted at Fendros, "Fendros, is that a spider in your hair?"
"What?" Fendros padded his hands against his head frantically, then processed the ruse. "Hey, that's not fair," Fendros protested.
Janius just looked away and raised his bottle to his lips, speaking before drinking, "rules are rules, newbie. Drink up."
Fendros smiled, shook his head and made a noise that was a cross between a groan and a sigh, before drinking as he was obliged. As he raised his drink, Fendros noticed his limbs being liberal with the previous control that he had over them. "Right," Fendros continued, "Ahnasha..." Fendros blinked a couple of times, resigned to taking another drink as his brain tried to formulate a question, and eventually came up with something, "Ahnasha, is your fur striped?"
"Nope." Fendros said immediately. After all, he didn't technically come up with the game, he didn't know who had invented it. With the extra time that Ahnasha and Lorag had taken up, Fendros was able to come up with another question in reserve, "Janius, do you play the lute?"
"No." The nonchalance of Janius' answer was unnerving, but not enough of advance warning for his apparent experience with the game. "Fendros, do you like lutes?"
"Yes," Fendros replied without an assured tone. "Janius, do you like rabbits?"
Almost before Fendros finished his question, Janius said his "yes," again, fast and almost too relaxed. With his question, Janius squinted at Fendros, "Fendros, is that a spider in your hair?"
"What?" Fendros padded his hands against his head frantically, then processed the ruse. "Hey, that's not fair," Fendros protested.
Janius just looked away and raised his bottle to his lips, speaking before drinking, "rules are rules, newbie. Drink up."
Fendros smiled, shook his head and made a noise that was a cross between a groan and a sigh, before drinking as he was obliged. As he raised his drink, Fendros noticed his limbs being liberal with the previous control that he had over them. "Right," Fendros continued, "Ahnasha..." Fendros blinked a couple of times, resigned to taking another drink as his brain tried to formulate a question, and eventually came up with something, "Ahnasha, is your fur striped?"
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