"Thank you, those'll go nice with some iced coffee."
The first room, the sitting or living room, was crammed with mismatched furniture when Glitch found the house and he's kept it that way. In the back corner is more recent clutter, namely the gramophone from the palace ballroom and boxes of records waiting to be sorted.
And Bagoas, vibrant and gentle and oh yes, a long ol' talk it will be and gods he doesn't want anyone hurt. His head's full of cool clear water and brave trust, exotic rhythms and a soft kiss and he doesn't know what to do because it feels like someone's driven a thorn branch down from the base of his throat into his heart.
However, the pain is eased a bit by the touch, and there's a gaze and a question before he can sort out what that means, and so his smile brightens.
"I think it's what's called operator error," he replies and reaches up to touch the already-healed spot he'd cut. "Um, that's when the tools are in working order but the user's not competent. I've never maintained one of these before."
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The first room, the sitting or living room, was crammed with mismatched furniture when Glitch found the house and he's kept it that way. In the back corner is more recent clutter, namely the gramophone from the palace ballroom and boxes of records waiting to be sorted.
And Bagoas, vibrant and gentle and oh yes, a long ol' talk it will be and gods he doesn't want anyone hurt. His head's full of cool clear water and brave trust, exotic rhythms and a soft kiss and he doesn't know what to do because it feels like someone's driven a thorn branch down from the base of his throat into his heart.
However, the pain is eased a bit by the touch, and there's a gaze and a question before he can sort out what that means, and so his smile brightens.
"I think it's what's called operator error," he replies and reaches up to touch the already-healed spot he'd cut. "Um, that's when the tools are in working order but the user's not competent. I've never maintained one of these before."