except that home is currently the site of ground zero for aefenglom's most depressed artist (recently renounced) and is nigh unrecognizable inside. nothing but disaster and mold under the carpet is to be found there.
oh, shit. ] Nevermind, how does a chocolate muffin sound, mein Schatz?
[His nose wrinkles when Amadeus takes back his hand. There's a apprehension in him now that has nothing to do with finally returning to this place and has everything to do with simply learning what has happened. Every option sounds like a reasonable option, and as far as he's concerned he may as well dive right inโ
โto... it?] Amadeus?
[Yes honest a chocolate muffin sounds heavenly right now (given all the emotional upheaval) but the silent stutter in Amadeus's tone is giving him enough incentive to push back his raging sweet tooth for now.] I suppose...
[Salieri's quizzical brow deepens.] What are you thinking, Amadeus?
[ unfortunate that you've just given him the opening he needs to compose himself, salieri, and access the abilities granted to him following lifetimes of flightiness to simply smile through the turmoil.
he laughs, the sound short, before burying his face into salieri's chest. disarming technique. ] Oh, nothing. [ muffled. there he stays, affectionately squeezing the man before finally deciding to pull away.
there he gives salieri's back an equally friendly smack. time to get out of here! ] Come, Antonio, I know you must be craving one right now. I'd say it's too early for cake, but I suppose I can spoil you just this once! [ cue meticulously personalized distractions. ]
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except that home is currently the site of ground zero for aefenglom's most depressed artist (recently renounced) and is nigh unrecognizable inside. nothing but disaster and mold under the carpet is to be found there.
oh, shit. ] Nevermind, how does a chocolate muffin sound, mein Schatz?
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โto... it?] Amadeus?
[Yes honest a chocolate muffin sounds heavenly right now (given all the emotional upheaval) but the silent stutter in Amadeus's tone is giving him enough incentive to push back his raging sweet tooth for now.] I suppose...
[Salieri's quizzical brow deepens.] What are you thinking, Amadeus?
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he laughs, the sound short, before burying his face into salieri's chest. disarming technique. ] Oh, nothing. [ muffled. there he stays, affectionately squeezing the man before finally deciding to pull away.
there he gives salieri's back an equally friendly smack. time to get out of here! ] Come, Antonio, I know you must be craving one right now. I'd say it's too early for cake, but I suppose I can spoil you just this once! [ cue meticulously personalized distractions. ]