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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ Relenting. Fiiiiine. ]

Is this the surprise you were hinting at a while ago?

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What sur----?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No!

That was the puzzle!

[puzzlekeeper]

Oh.

[ Coloring a little ]

Right, I guess that makes more sense . . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[On one hand, distracting King good. One the other hand, distracting King with rivalmarriage after he lost his other half seems rather... hmmm. Not in good taste!]

The room upgrade was a spite purchase because you kept complaining about my bed.

Now it's better than yours.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Intensity honey. ]

That's a bold claim.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You can tell me your verdict in the morning.

[And closing the bathroom door behind him]

Now strip.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Rolling his eyes a little, but he can't come up with a counter-quip, so he just shucks the clothing off.

At least he's not injured, aside from whatever minor scrapes and bruises you acquire murdering an army of mini-demons. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Good!

He does give him a once over (and perhaps for once not in a checking him out way) as he gets the bath running. Time to actually use all of these luxuries he bought.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Watching this without much reaction one way or another. ]

I'm only getting in that if you are too.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Turns to look at King.

. . .

And then just starts wordlessly tossing off all of his clothes.

Whatever King wants. (Just for today.)]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Smirking just a little. ]

Better.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course, Your Excellency.

[And once they are both sufficiently naked, he'll put a hand on the small of King's back and lead him over to the tub]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He goes along with it, but he also not-so-subtly grips Intensity's arm in a vice grip along the way.

As if this might prevent him from suddenly disappearing or turning to ash beneath his fingers, or something. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[That hand on his back loops around his waist and pulls King flush up against his side as they continue walking.

His fingertips drawing slow steady circles against his skin must be his imagination]