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So, here's Roget's secret Santa gift to Belcoot! In which we learn several things about Belcoot that blows Roget's mind away!
Roget: Hey, Belcoot!
Belcoot: Hm? *blinks and turns around to see who it is, caught off-guard* Ah, Sir Roget. How are you?
Roget: "Sir Roget?" Ha! Sir don't fit a lad like me.
Belcoot: *small smile* Sorry, it's a force of habit -- Roget, then.
Roget: Better. Now, here ye go. *holds out a box* I'm supposed to be yer Secret Santa, but I don't know where ye sleep or hang out at, so I thought I would jus' flag ye down.
Belcoot: *rather surprised* Secret Santa? ... Ah. *very awkwardly looks at the box, and then at Roget* Th-thank you. *takes it, looking kind of stupid like he's unsure what to do with it*
Roget: Well, open it!
Belcoot: Ah, of course. *awkwardly opens it, his face remaining politely attentive even as he opens the box, revealing massage oils* ... ... Th-thank you. *and then he just looks downright stupid* These are...?
Roget: *proudly* Massage oils.
Belcoot: M-massage oils? *dumbstruck*
Roget: Yeah, when ye're givin' someone a massage you rub the oil into their skin. It smells good and *smirk* it's great for foreplay~
Belcoot: *really stupid about this stuff, so just echoes lamely* F-foreplay.
Roget: Yeah, ye know what that is right?
Belcoot: ... Kind of.
Roget: *raises eyebrow* Kind of?
Belcoot: Kind of. *shifts his weight to one leg awkwardly* I can't say I've ever...
Roget: ...Ye mean, a totally shagable bloke like ye has never...?
Belcoot: ... T-totally shaggable? *repeats again, stupidly* ... Ah, no. Never.
Roget: Uh-huh...*wonders if it's worth his time offering to fix that*
Belcoot: ... *very, very awkward* A-anyway. Thank you. Really.
Roget: *realizes it's not* Ye're welcome. *turns to leave* By the by, if you need any lessons on how to give massages, let me know.
Belcoot: R-right. I will. Thanks again. *stupiddddddd*
Roget: Catch ye later. *leaves*
Roget: Hey, Belcoot!
Belcoot: Hm? *blinks and turns around to see who it is, caught off-guard* Ah, Sir Roget. How are you?
Roget: "Sir Roget?" Ha! Sir don't fit a lad like me.
Belcoot: *small smile* Sorry, it's a force of habit -- Roget, then.
Roget: Better. Now, here ye go. *holds out a box* I'm supposed to be yer Secret Santa, but I don't know where ye sleep or hang out at, so I thought I would jus' flag ye down.
Belcoot: *rather surprised* Secret Santa? ... Ah. *very awkwardly looks at the box, and then at Roget* Th-thank you. *takes it, looking kind of stupid like he's unsure what to do with it*
Roget: Well, open it!
Belcoot: Ah, of course. *awkwardly opens it, his face remaining politely attentive even as he opens the box, revealing massage oils* ... ... Th-thank you. *and then he just looks downright stupid* These are...?
Roget: *proudly* Massage oils.
Belcoot: M-massage oils? *dumbstruck*
Roget: Yeah, when ye're givin' someone a massage you rub the oil into their skin. It smells good and *smirk* it's great for foreplay~
Belcoot: *really stupid about this stuff, so just echoes lamely* F-foreplay.
Roget: Yeah, ye know what that is right?
Belcoot: ... Kind of.
Roget: *raises eyebrow* Kind of?
Belcoot: Kind of. *shifts his weight to one leg awkwardly* I can't say I've ever...
Roget: ...Ye mean, a totally shagable bloke like ye has never...?
Belcoot: ... T-totally shaggable? *repeats again, stupidly* ... Ah, no. Never.
Roget: Uh-huh...*wonders if it's worth his time offering to fix that*
Belcoot: ... *very, very awkward* A-anyway. Thank you. Really.
Roget: *realizes it's not* Ye're welcome. *turns to leave* By the by, if you need any lessons on how to give massages, let me know.
Belcoot: R-right. I will. Thanks again. *stupiddddddd*
Roget: Catch ye later. *leaves*