[Of course, he went through great lengths to pretend that he had not known Anduin -- but if he was familiar with Rey and Ramir on a friendly level, it would only be a matter of time before someone at least realized they were from the same world, even if they did not mention one another directly.
And demanding Jacob's removal from his shared space with Anduin would imply that he was jealous. Which he is not.]
In any case, my apartment will remain empty quite consistently, should solitude ever be an issue.
It does leave him to wonder why Wrathion is so consistently alone. Why so much of this is still new to him, despite being here for longer. He'd be picky about potential partners, of course, but how has he been managing up to this point if he's so dedicated to his own privacy? Thoughts to ruminate on later, perhaps.
Anduin appears to consider for a moment before nodding. ]
Then I suppose I'll be choosing the date of our next game?
[Since he has company to entertain and all. His shirt is quickly pulled over his hair, curls briefly fluffed with his fingers, before he moves to retrieve his game pieces.
There was no further reason for him to linger -- it would only invite attention, and other things he did not desire to deal with at the present, now that he has reestablished distance.
Another few days, and perhaps the conversation surrounding his untimely appearance in Stormwind would fade into memory as well.]
[ If Wrathion thinks any part of why they wound up in the bedroom in the first place doesn't have to do with that conversation, he really is a fool. Though he'd be willing to forgive him that.
He's...willing to forgive quite a few things, at this juncture. Though it might not be the best time to discuss it.
Instead he pads quietly towards the kitchen -- still sans pants -- to deliver the cups into the sink for later cleaning. This, before turning to watch Wrathion gather up the pieces with a quiet smile perched on his lips. ]
[Just because there is a clear link between the two occurrences doesn't mean that he has to be mature in acknowledging it. Or hoping that they just never talk about it again.
Yeah. That.]
I am sure you will find a way to fit me into your busy schedule.
[A subtle, playful dig at his inability to remain idle. Wrathion heads for the door to see himself out, reaching to pinch Anduin's exposed rear as he goes.]
[Said with a dismissive air. As his hand is slapped away, he shakes it out dramatically and offers him a low bow of faux-pology as he backs out of the door.]
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[Of course, he went through great lengths to pretend that he had not known Anduin -- but if he was familiar with Rey and Ramir on a friendly level, it would only be a matter of time before someone at least realized they were from the same world, even if they did not mention one another directly.
And demanding Jacob's removal from his shared space with Anduin would imply that he was jealous. Which he is not.]
In any case, my apartment will remain empty quite consistently, should solitude ever be an issue.
[Because: obviously.]
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It does leave him to wonder why Wrathion is so consistently alone. Why so much of this is still new to him, despite being here for longer. He'd be picky about potential partners, of course, but how has he been managing up to this point if he's so dedicated to his own privacy? Thoughts to ruminate on later, perhaps.
Anduin appears to consider for a moment before nodding. ]
Then I suppose I'll be choosing the date of our next game?
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[Since he has company to entertain and all. His shirt is quickly pulled over his hair, curls briefly fluffed with his fingers, before he moves to retrieve his game pieces.
There was no further reason for him to linger -- it would only invite attention, and other things he did not desire to deal with at the present, now that he has reestablished distance.
Another few days, and perhaps the conversation surrounding his untimely appearance in Stormwind would fade into memory as well.]
Whenever you are ready.
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He's...willing to forgive quite a few things, at this juncture. Though it might not be the best time to discuss it.
Instead he pads quietly towards the kitchen -- still sans pants -- to deliver the cups into the sink for later cleaning. This, before turning to watch Wrathion gather up the pieces with a quiet smile perched on his lips. ]
Perhaps next week. Should we find the time.
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Yeah. That.]
I am sure you will find a way to fit me into your busy schedule.
[A subtle, playful dig at his inability to remain idle. Wrathion heads for the door to see himself out, reaching to pinch Anduin's exposed rear as he goes.]
Until then, your highness.
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Anduin let out a soft yelp at the pinch, before turning to glare at the dragon and swatting lightly at his hand in retribution. ]
'Majesty'. Your highness.
[ Though he does still fondly remember when they were both princes. Far, far from where and when they are now. ]
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[Said with a dismissive air. As his hand is slapped away, he shakes it out dramatically and offers him a low bow of faux-pology as he backs out of the door.]
Enjoy your evening.