OOM: Who?

[gorlim]

Eilinel is doing magic with her plants again. Which is some wonderful magic, but it makes her husband sneeze. Therefor Gorlim has sought respite in Namo's room, a book in tow. He has claimed Namo's couch in the name of bad taste, and is lounging there reading Dracula and utterly enthralled with it.

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[halls_of_mandos]

Námo steps out of the bathroom, towel slung around his waist, and tuts.

"Gorlim. That will rot your brain. You should do something more constructive with your time."

[gorlim]

"Shh!" he scolds absently. "The brides just came in! Lucky vampire bastard. How's a guy get THREE girls...?" He trails off and is back in the story.

That bad taste we mentioned?

It's all for the sake of classical smut.

[halls_of_mandos]

He rolls his eyes.

"You can barely manage one girl and one boy. Two more women added to the mix?"

The Vala plucks the book from Gorlim's hands.

"I think it would be ill-advised. And since I am the god in the this room, what I say goes," teases before kissing his dove's nose lovingly.

[gorlim]

"Hey!" Behold the Pout. "It was just getting saucy. You'd better not lose my page." He grabs Namo's belly and pulls him down on the couch beside him. "And aren't you a pretty package? You took my book. I can't go to my room for another. You'll have to entertain me. Tell me a story, Papa Mo."

Kelly has taken to referring to her other daddy by this name.

Gorlim is encouraging her all the way.

[halls_of_mandos]

He laughs, ruffling Gorlim's hair.

"I do not tell stories. And stop calling me that."

Námo dips his head down to kiss Gorlim, pleased that his lover was not so visibly unhappy as he had been over the last few days.

"If I lose your page, it will simply give you an excuse to begin again." He beeps Gorlim's nose. "Are you truly that bored?"