[ All of the street? How horrible. He knows that Arthur would take it in stride, but he has a feeling that Wuk Lamat saw the act as a great slight. No wonder their rivalry burned so brightly. ]
Ah, yes...more pressing matters arise. Well, I am honored to be the one you can rekindle this opportunity with.
[ Arthur is definitely not paying for anything, either by virtue of being besties with the heads of state, or the fact that G'raha wants to. But probably the former. G'raha will likely just benefit from being his plus one.
He refocuses on the man beside him, smiling up at Arthur fondly. ]
I am not too proud to admit it, but when Krile reached out to Y'shtola and I, I all too readily leapt rather literally at the chance to join you. Though I do believe it was her place, not mine, to journey with you and follow the threads of her family's history, there was a small part of me that felt...well. I did want to see you on your next grand adventure.
[ The mental image of G’raha literally leaping at the chance to finally make the journey to Tural, regardless of the reason, pulls a laugh out of Arthur as he begins to make his way down the plaza steps toward the water’s edge. The city is bright and bustling and he doesn’t mind a walk with G’raha’s hand in his. ]
I admit I was… more than a little disappointed when you offered to stay behind. Not that I think you shouldn’t have done so, of course. You’re a good friend, G’raha, and I am glad you gave Krile the chance to take this journey instead.
[ He leans in, bumping their shoulders together lightly as they walk. ]
I had rather selfishly been hoping for a bit of time with you, without some calamity in the way.
[ They both got what they wanted, in the end, so it all worked out. Krile got to come into her own as an adventurer, in a way, and unravel the mysteries of her past. G’raha got to make the trek eventually, and spend no small amount of time at Arthur’s side. And now here they are. ]
I’ve a feeling there will be much and more to do here in Tural, if you have the luxury of extending your stay.
[ It was embarrassing, truly, and G'raha was only too glad that he had been the only one in the room when he received the message. Though he as a sinking suspicion that Ojika may have heard the thud of the books in his lap falling to the floor. Ah, well...
Still, he feels heartened and a tad less guilty to know he wasn't entirely alone in that sentiment. Selfish, yes, and the right choice was ultimately made for all parties involved. He smiles privately, returning that bump with a gentle one of his own. ]
And I you, though I had hoped that this adventure alone would have given you some reprieve.
[ How freeing it is to act so! To relish Arthur's presence without inhibition. G'raha isn't sure if it's something he will ever feel used to, such a gift that it is, but he looks forward to trying.
The cooling breeze of the coming evening is welcome as stone gives way to the sand of the beach. The setting sun is the first thing to really tear his gaze away from Arthur for the whole walk, even if he was eyeing all the stalls and architecture on the way over. This place is truly something to behold.
He squeezes Arthur's hand. ]
I feel an argument can be made that the city should be explored in its entirety!
[ Then looks up at the man with a bit of a sly grin. ]
For...academic purposes, of course.
[ The aroma of the restaurant does catch his attention--something being grilled that smells absolutely delicious. He peeks around Arthur's shoulder, his tail starting to sway with interest. ]
[ Arthur echoes it back, his attempt at dryness utterly undone by the way he smiles when he looks at the man next to him, catching that grin. He doesn't think G'raha fully realizes just how he holds Arthur's heart in his palm, the joy he feels at his mere presence and how close they are.
Gods, he loves this man. ]
It is.
[ As they approach, Arthur catches sight of Br'uk Evu behind the counter and waves. The man waves back, motioning for he and G'raha to find a table. ]
[ G'raha gives his best attempt at a conspiratorial grin. Doubtlessly Krile would give him leave to spend more time Tuliyollal simply to experience it, but especially if it were to spend time with Arthur. (Even not knowing the current nature of their relationship...though doubtlessly having always been aware of G'raha's feelings.)
As such, he is excited to get to share a meal with Arthur. It isn't the first time, no, but this time it's...it is a date, isn't it? It is definitely a date.
G'raha enjoys trying new food but he is feeling giddy for very different reasons.
Looking at the array of tables, he spots an unoccupied one that is close to the water. He enjoys people watching, but the thought of getting to sit with Arthur and watch the sunset over the ocean is really too perfect to pass up. ]
Will this be acceptable?
[ He asks as he leads Arthur over to the table, looking up hopefully. Does the other man know his plan? Potentially. Probably. ]
[ As ever, G’raha is terribly unsubtle, but Arthur will let him have this one. Sampling the city’s fine cuisine is one thing, but a sunset view, just the two of them, is not something Arthur wants to pass up, either.
He has earned the right, he thinks, to be a little selfish after everything. He’s going to keep moments like this close, and enjoy them for as long as he can. ]
‘Tis perfect.
[ He leans over to press a kiss to G’raha’s cheek before moving to sit down. They can be gross and be one of those couples that sits on the same side of the table. ]
[ They absolutely can be, much to G'raha's delight. It is not as if he believes Arthur is beyond such affections, more so that the reality that G'raha can be on the receiving end of these gestures is yet new and amazing. His tail happily swishes behind him at both the kiss and as he sits down, mayhaps "incidentally" scooting his chair a little closer as he settles.
Just. To get more comfortable.
(Internally, he is this icon.)
Though his gaze lingers on the view for a moment, it isn't a long one before he glances over to the server making rounds, and his attention is fully back on Arthur. ]
Do you have any druthers? Or shall we rely entirely on our hosts recommendation? I recall hearing that you did participate in making some local cuisine while you were performing the Rite.
[ Is he ever going to get over how utterly adorable G’raha is? How adorable his boyfriend is? He might not, if he keeps carrying on with those happy little tail swishes and not-so-subtle attempts to be close to him.
Truly, G’raha could get away with just about anything now and all Arthur would think is “awwww.” ]
The Xibruq Pibil you mean?
[ (Thing I definitely had to look up how to spell.) ]
I don’t know if that’s something they serve here, though we can certainly ask. Elsewise, we will simply have to trek back to Yak T’el so you can have a taste.
[ He probably will before G'raha stops pinching himself everyday when he wakes up and realizes that the Warrior of Light, his pillar of inspiration, the object of his dearest desires, Arthur Inkwell had the audacity to return even a fraction of his own affections. That is a dream he never thought he would realize.
And it continues to feel like one as a local dish flows off Arthur's tongue effortlessly. (G'raha does not think he would be able to spell that HIS first time around.) ]
If that is an offer to travel and dine with you again so soon, I would be a fool to refuse.
[ Second...date??
But before he can ask further about said dish, their server--a rather handsome Xbr’aali woman--stands by their table. And she seems pleased to see Arthur in particular. ]
Arthur! It's good to see you back. And finally for a proper meal.
[ Oh, gods, please. They’ll have gone on at least two or three more dates before they get out of the city. There’s so much to see (and eat) here that it can make up at least a few outings.
Arthur gives G’raha a little nudge with his shoulder. ]
I’d rather selfishly like to keep you to myself for a while yet, if you have no objections.
[ He says, knowing there’s no way G’raha would ever object.
It’s at this point that they’re interrupted, but Arthur doesn’t mind. He gives Rral Majun a smile and a small wave. He’s been keeping up with his role quests!! He knows what’s up. ]
‘Tis good to be back, and in a somewhat more permanent capacity this time.
[ They chat for a bit, exchange a couple of remarks about the Unbound and their related shenanigans, and Arthur introduces her to G’raha – his boyfriend. While the miqo’te is busy no doubt rocketing toward the stratosphere at being called as much out loud, Arthur simply orders whatever Rral recommends, the best meal in the place, with something fruity and refreshing (and alcoholic??) to drink. They’ve earned it. Even in some alternate universe where Arthur would have to pay for his food, it’s not like he can’t afford it.
She takes her leave after that, and Arthur glances over to see if gravity has reasserted itself on his partner. ]
[ It's as if everything that comes out of Arthur's mouth is a dream come true--nay, that and so much more.
He can feel his soul ascending to the Sea of Clouds, to the former realm of the Twelve and beyond even as his conversation with their charming server continues. Whatever he is saying to her after 'boyfriend' gets lost in translation as G'raha simply stares at Arthur with wide adoration. Arthur might as well have a glow all his own with how shining his profile appears in G'raha's eyes.
It takes a moment to work through the high, registering not only a shift in Arthur's gaze but that Rral Majun has left them. G'raha's ears pull down a little sheepishly, though he cannot help the grin as his tail flicks wildly back and forth between the pikes of the back of his chair. ]
[ Yes, he gets about what he expected when his eyes land on the other man, but gods help him if it doesn’t make his heart skip a beat anyway. The look on G’raha’s face, the way his tail won’t stop its excited wagging… it’s too cute, and he feels especially privileged to be on the receiving end of it.
Arthur does worry for a second that he may have broken him, with the way he tries and fails several times to get a thought into words. It puts a lid on his urge to tease, for now. ]
Of course I did. If I misspoke, please feel free to correct me.
[ Misspoke? G'raha's eyes widen even more at the very notion and he quickly shakes his head, trying to vanish said thoughts away as quickly as possible. ]
Nay! I only--
[ How can he have existed for centuries and yet feel so young and unprepared at the same time? ]
--well...I had intended to, um--I had thought I may ask you tonight...officially. [ Properly? Look, he has a lot of scenarios he's gone through about this. ] That is to say, to court you properly.
[ He starts to rub his hands together in that nervous habit of his. ]
...I'm just repeating myself. This all sounded much more poetic in my head.
[ Somehow, he didn't figure G'raha would object to the title, though he feels a bit bad about robbing him of his moment.
Arthur reaches over, finding G'raha's hand wherever it might rest -- in his lap, on the table, whichever -- and slides his own over it, fingers curling to give a little squeeze. ]
I'm sorry to have robbed you of your chance to ask, but I hope I have made it obvious what my answer is. I am yours, G'raha Tia, for as long as you will have me.
[ The touch is enough to stop his fidgeting--how could he resist holding hands with Arthur? G'raha immediately returns the gesture, clasping Arthur's hand in both of his his. ]
Nay. [ He shakes his head. ] For all the possibilities I had fantasized about, I can say whole-hardheartedly that this is better simply because it's real.
[ He smiles, feeling his stomach do a flip with just that particular way Arthur looks at him. The subtle smile, the softness in his gaze all directed at him. His heart has never felt so full. How can he possibly be worthy of this wonderful man? ]
You never cease to amaze and surprise me and I...would not have it any other way, Arthur Inkwell. You have my heart as well and I vow to hold yours with all the care and devotion that it deserves.
[ Well, after such a sweet declaration, how can he not kiss him? Arthur leans in to capture G'raha's lips, all warmth and overflowing affection. He'd be sorry for the PDA, but surely if the Warrior of Light has earned anything in his service to the star, it's the right to be gross with his boyfriend in public for a bit. ]
[ Are they in public? It's hard to pay attention to anyone else in the room when Arthur is there, but that is something of a side-effect G'raha has been suffering from for a while now. He is only too glad to return the kiss in kind. Kissing his boyfriend--
--only to hear a clearing of throat behind them. Pulling away, G'raha finds that some drinks have arrived. ]
O-oh! Yes, thank you.
[ Is he ashamed? No way. Everyone's got to be insanely jealous at the moment and for all his own insecurities, G'raha can do nothing but beam up at the Viera, a little amused. ]
You make it so easy to forget where and when I am at times.
[ It’s awfully easy to get lost in G’raha, he’s found, and as nice as this little dinner date is, there is a part of him that longs for them to have some proper alone time so he can get lost in full. ]
There is a lot of city to see yet, but I wonder if you might indulge me first.
[ Why is it still so strange to think that the feelings Arthur instills in him might be fully experienced and felt in turn?
If only G'raha were privy to those thoughts, he would forgo the tacos for something else. Or, well, he would be a bit flustered at first, but still. It isn't as if his thoughts of Arthur have been entirely wholesome. Look at the man? (The freckles kill him.)
But he is still in his immediate honeymoon stupor. ]
Anything-- [ He answers, mayhaps a bit too readily. ] Whatever you would like or suggest.
[ Oh, G'raha. Always so eager to please... it is endearing, that readiness, though Arthur does hope it can mellow a bit with time. He would prefer them to be equals in this endeavor, and G'raha is very much allowed to tell him no. ]
Let me get it out before you go agreeing.
[ He gives G'raha a little admonishing bop on the nose with a finger. ]
I was hoping you might stay with me tonight. In my room.
[ The bop on his nose makes G'raha wrinkle it instinctively, though only for a second. He honestly cannot imagine Arthur suggesting or asking something of him that he would be opposed to. Just like this! Of course he would want to stay with--
Arthur.
In his room.
...
In his room.
Oh.
G'raha's eyes widen as the true meaning of Arthur's request sinks in. Oh. His tail immediately starts swishing animatedly behind him. This--this is...definitely something he is very, very, very interested in. Gods, something he would not have imagined being able to ask of Arthur before he was able to properly ask him out but--but they crossed that bridge, didn't they? Arthur accepted him wholly right from the start, mayhaps understanding all of G'raha's wishes better than G'raha had been able to voice them. ]
[ Though he is definitely blushing a bit, there is a shine to G'raha's red eyes not unlike the kind he gets when he is particularly excited about something he'd discovered or accepting a very exciting adventurous proposal. And let's be honest, is this not the greatest adventure? (Terrible, terrible comparison.) ]
If you would-- [ Wait, no. Stop that. Arthur wouldn't have said as much if he didn't mean it. ] --I mean, I--...I would be honored. Truly, I would like...nothing more.
[ Arthur isn’t trying to set a record for breaking G’raha’s brain several times in one day, but it seems he’s well on his way to doing so, regardless. He watches the turn of the gears in his beloved’s head until it all sort of snaps into place and he realizes what he’s being asked.
The enthusiasm with which he responds is nearly enough to tempt Arthur into giving up on their meal and dragging him back to the For’ard Cabins right this moment. Gods, he is perfect. ]
Good. I very much look forward to having you all to myself.
[ No world-ending catastrophes, no onlookers. Just the two of them. ]
[ He may not be trying to, but he's definitely got the top score thus far. Of course, for as much as a foodie as G'raha has become, the prospect of what awaits is decidedly more distracting. Despite all the scenarios and practice G'raha had presumably taken in his own mind and the confines of his private chambers over the years, it is Arthur who says all the right things and leaves G'raha wholly swept up.
He cannot say he's upset, though. Far from it. The butterflies in his stomach make him feel all too giddy. He does manage to swallow down on some of his excitement quite literally and give voice to his own desires-- ]
And I, you, Arthur.
[ Arthur. Alone.
Gods, he may need this drink for a myriad of reasons.
Even as the food arrives, G'raha finds his attention drifts elsewhere. There is a six fulm tall feast to be had, after all. He takes a hefty drink of his very fruity, and blessedly cold beverage. That does help a little bit to cool his, um. Well, you know. ]
[ Arthur is sincerely considering the merits of getting their meal to go at this point, the air between him and G'raha gone electric at the mere suggestion of spending the night together. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it, hadn't run some private fantasies of his through his head.
The real thing is like to be so much better.
Ah... but then the food shows up and it's far too late to ask for a baggie or a box. They should really cool down. ]
Hm? [ Oh, the drink. ] 'Tis made with strawberries and mezcal, if I am not mistaken.
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Ah, yes...more pressing matters arise. Well, I am honored to be the one you can rekindle this opportunity with.
[ Arthur is definitely not paying for anything, either by virtue of being besties with the heads of state, or the fact that G'raha wants to. But probably the former. G'raha will likely just benefit from being his plus one.
He refocuses on the man beside him, smiling up at Arthur fondly. ]
I am not too proud to admit it, but when Krile reached out to Y'shtola and I, I all too readily leapt rather literally at the chance to join you. Though I do believe it was her place, not mine, to journey with you and follow the threads of her family's history, there was a small part of me that felt...well. I did want to see you on your next grand adventure.
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I admit I was… more than a little disappointed when you offered to stay behind. Not that I think you shouldn’t have done so, of course. You’re a good friend, G’raha, and I am glad you gave Krile the chance to take this journey instead.
[ He leans in, bumping their shoulders together lightly as they walk. ]
I had rather selfishly been hoping for a bit of time with you, without some calamity in the way.
[ They both got what they wanted, in the end, so it all worked out. Krile got to come into her own as an adventurer, in a way, and unravel the mysteries of her past. G’raha got to make the trek eventually, and spend no small amount of time at Arthur’s side. And now here they are. ]
I’ve a feeling there will be much and more to do here in Tural, if you have the luxury of extending your stay.
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Still, he feels heartened and a tad less guilty to know he wasn't entirely alone in that sentiment. Selfish, yes, and the right choice was ultimately made for all parties involved. He smiles privately, returning that bump with a gentle one of his own. ]
And I you, though I had hoped that this adventure alone would have given you some reprieve.
[ How freeing it is to act so! To relish Arthur's presence without inhibition. G'raha isn't sure if it's something he will ever feel used to, such a gift that it is, but he looks forward to trying.
The cooling breeze of the coming evening is welcome as stone gives way to the sand of the beach. The setting sun is the first thing to really tear his gaze away from Arthur for the whole walk, even if he was eyeing all the stalls and architecture on the way over. This place is truly something to behold.
He squeezes Arthur's hand. ]
I feel an argument can be made that the city should be explored in its entirety!
[ Then looks up at the man with a bit of a sly grin. ]
For...academic purposes, of course.
[ The aroma of the restaurant does catch his attention--something being grilled that smells absolutely delicious. He peeks around Arthur's shoulder, his tail starting to sway with interest. ]
Is this the place you spoke of?
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[ Arthur echoes it back, his attempt at dryness utterly undone by the way he smiles when he looks at the man next to him, catching that grin. He doesn't think G'raha fully realizes just how he holds Arthur's heart in his palm, the joy he feels at his mere presence and how close they are.
Gods, he loves this man. ]
It is.
[ As they approach, Arthur catches sight of Br'uk Evu behind the counter and waves. The man waves back, motioning for he and G'raha to find a table. ]
Your pick. Where would you like to sit?
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As such, he is excited to get to share a meal with Arthur. It isn't the first time, no, but this time it's...it is a date, isn't it? It is definitely a date.
G'raha enjoys trying new food but he is feeling giddy for very different reasons.
Looking at the array of tables, he spots an unoccupied one that is close to the water. He enjoys people watching, but the thought of getting to sit with Arthur and watch the sunset over the ocean is really too perfect to pass up. ]
Will this be acceptable?
[ He asks as he leads Arthur over to the table, looking up hopefully. Does the other man know his plan? Potentially. Probably. ]
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He has earned the right, he thinks, to be a little selfish after everything. He’s going to keep moments like this close, and enjoy them for as long as he can. ]
‘Tis perfect.
[ He leans over to press a kiss to G’raha’s cheek before moving to sit down. They can be gross and be one of those couples that sits on the same side of the table. ]
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Just. To get more comfortable.
(Internally, he is this icon.)
Though his gaze lingers on the view for a moment, it isn't a long one before he glances over to the server making rounds, and his attention is fully back on Arthur. ]
Do you have any druthers? Or shall we rely entirely on our hosts recommendation? I recall hearing that you did participate in making some local cuisine while you were performing the Rite.
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Truly, G’raha could get away with just about anything now and all Arthur would think is “awwww.” ]
The Xibruq Pibil you mean?
[ (Thing I definitely had to look up how to spell.) ]
I don’t know if that’s something they serve here, though we can certainly ask. Elsewise, we will simply have to trek back to Yak T’el so you can have a taste.
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And it continues to feel like one as a local dish flows off Arthur's tongue effortlessly. (G'raha does not think he would be able to spell that HIS first time around.) ]
If that is an offer to travel and dine with you again so soon, I would be a fool to refuse.
[ Second...date??
But before he can ask further about said dish, their server--a rather handsome Xbr’aali woman--stands by their table. And she seems pleased to see Arthur in particular. ]
Arthur! It's good to see you back. And finally for a proper meal.
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Arthur gives G’raha a little nudge with his shoulder. ]
I’d rather selfishly like to keep you to myself for a while yet, if you have no objections.
[ He says, knowing there’s no way G’raha would ever object.
It’s at this point that they’re interrupted, but Arthur doesn’t mind. He gives Rral Majun a smile and a small wave. He’s been keeping up with his role quests!! He knows what’s up. ]
‘Tis good to be back, and in a somewhat more permanent capacity this time.
[ They chat for a bit, exchange a couple of remarks about the Unbound and their related shenanigans, and Arthur introduces her to G’raha – his boyfriend. While the miqo’te is busy no doubt rocketing toward the stratosphere at being called as much out loud, Arthur simply orders whatever Rral recommends, the best meal in the place, with something fruity and refreshing (and alcoholic??) to drink. They’ve earned it. Even in some alternate universe where Arthur would have to pay for his food, it’s not like he can’t afford it.
She takes her leave after that, and Arthur glances over to see if gravity has reasserted itself on his partner. ]
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He can feel his soul ascending to the Sea of Clouds, to the former realm of the Twelve and beyond even as his conversation with their charming server continues. Whatever he is saying to her after 'boyfriend' gets lost in translation as G'raha simply stares at Arthur with wide adoration. Arthur might as well have a glow all his own with how shining his profile appears in G'raha's eyes.
It takes a moment to work through the high, registering not only a shift in Arthur's gaze but that Rral Majun has left them. G'raha's ears pull down a little sheepishly, though he cannot help the grin as his tail flicks wildly back and forth between the pikes of the back of his chair. ]
She seems--
[ Make polite conversation. ]
--I mean, everything sounds--
[ Oh hells with it. ]
--...did you mean that?
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Arthur does worry for a second that he may have broken him, with the way he tries and fails several times to get a thought into words. It puts a lid on his urge to tease, for now. ]
Of course I did. If I misspoke, please feel free to correct me.
[ What else would they be if not boyfriends? ]
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Nay! I only--
[ How can he have existed for centuries and yet feel so young and unprepared at the same time? ]
--well...I had intended to, um--I had thought I may ask you tonight...officially. [ Properly? Look, he has a lot of scenarios he's gone through about this. ] That is to say, to court you properly.
[ He starts to rub his hands together in that nervous habit of his. ]
...I'm just repeating myself. This all sounded much more poetic in my head.
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[ Somehow, he didn't figure G'raha would object to the title, though he feels a bit bad about robbing him of his moment.
Arthur reaches over, finding G'raha's hand wherever it might rest -- in his lap, on the table, whichever -- and slides his own over it, fingers curling to give a little squeeze. ]
I'm sorry to have robbed you of your chance to ask, but I hope I have made it obvious what my answer is. I am yours, G'raha Tia, for as long as you will have me.
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Nay. [ He shakes his head. ] For all the possibilities I had fantasized about, I can say whole-hardheartedly that this is better simply because it's real.
[ He smiles, feeling his stomach do a flip with just that particular way Arthur looks at him. The subtle smile, the softness in his gaze all directed at him. His heart has never felt so full. How can he possibly be worthy of this wonderful man? ]
You never cease to amaze and surprise me and I...would not have it any other way, Arthur Inkwell. You have my heart as well and I vow to hold yours with all the care and devotion that it deserves.
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--only to hear a clearing of throat behind them. Pulling away, G'raha finds that some drinks have arrived. ]
O-oh! Yes, thank you.
[ Is he ashamed? No way. Everyone's got to be insanely jealous at the moment and for all his own insecurities, G'raha can do nothing but beam up at the Viera, a little amused. ]
You make it so easy to forget where and when I am at times.
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[ It’s awfully easy to get lost in G’raha, he’s found, and as nice as this little dinner date is, there is a part of him that longs for them to have some proper alone time so he can get lost in full. ]
There is a lot of city to see yet, but I wonder if you might indulge me first.
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If only G'raha were privy to those thoughts, he would forgo the tacos for something else. Or, well, he would be a bit flustered at first, but still. It isn't as if his thoughts of Arthur have been entirely wholesome. Look at the man? (The freckles kill him.)
But he is still in his immediate honeymoon stupor. ]
Anything-- [ He answers, mayhaps a bit too readily. ] Whatever you would like or suggest.
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Let me get it out before you go agreeing.
[ He gives G'raha a little admonishing bop on the nose with a finger. ]
I was hoping you might stay with me tonight. In my room.
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Arthur.
In his room.
...
In his room.
Oh.
G'raha's eyes widen as the true meaning of Arthur's request sinks in. Oh. His tail immediately starts swishing animatedly behind him. This--this is...definitely something he is very, very, very interested in. Gods, something he would not have imagined being able to ask of Arthur before he was able to properly ask him out but--but they crossed that bridge, didn't they? Arthur accepted him wholly right from the start, mayhaps understanding all of G'raha's wishes better than G'raha had been able to voice them. ]
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If you would-- [ Wait, no. Stop that. Arthur wouldn't have said as much if he didn't mean it. ] --I mean, I--...I would be honored. Truly, I would like...nothing more.
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The enthusiasm with which he responds is nearly enough to tempt Arthur into giving up on their meal and dragging him back to the For’ard Cabins right this moment. Gods, he is perfect. ]
Good. I very much look forward to having you all to myself.
[ No world-ending catastrophes, no onlookers. Just the two of them. ]
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He cannot say he's upset, though. Far from it. The butterflies in his stomach make him feel all too giddy. He does manage to swallow down on some of his excitement quite literally and give voice to his own desires-- ]
And I, you, Arthur.
[ Arthur. Alone.
Gods, he may need this drink for a myriad of reasons.
Even as the food arrives, G'raha finds his attention drifts elsewhere. There is a six fulm tall feast to be had, after all. He takes a hefty drink of his very fruity, and blessedly cold beverage. That does help a little bit to cool his, um. Well, you know. ]
--Oh! This is delightful. What is this?
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The real thing is like to be so much better.
Ah... but then the food shows up and it's far too late to ask for a baggie or a box. They should really cool down. ]
Hm? [ Oh, the drink. ] 'Tis made with strawberries and mezcal, if I am not mistaken.
[ Fancy margarita. ]
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