[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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[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.