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[broodingbacchus]

Imriel is sitting by the kraken pond, feeding Spots bits of pineapple.

He doesn't have his sword (though the daggers are present at his belt and his boot), and he looks entirely too self-satisfied.

Young love. Isn't it adorable?

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[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers is quiet; but not too quiet. He was never trained in the arts of being perfect and butler-like, after all, but only gained an aide's discretion and unobtrusiveness over time. Skills designed for offices, not for grassy fields in Kansas.

He drops to a comfortable sitting position, settling for only a moment before arms come around to tug Imriel into a hug from behind, chin settling quickly at a shoulder.

It's a completely natural move. Instinctive, almost. And very, very affectionate.

"...hello," he says warmly.

[broodingbacchus]

EeeeeeeeeVilliers♥.

Cuddlecuddle grin! Cuddle.

"Hello."

[mrmoneypenny]

Cuddlekiss matching grin! Snug.

And though Imriel is completely distracting, Villiers can't help but wonder--

"What is it that you're feeding, in there?"

Because if he's trying to plant pineapple plants, he's going about it the entirely wrong way. And the fish he knows of don't particularly like bits of pineapple.

[broodingbacchus]

By way of answer, a large damp tentacle sneaks out of the water and tries to join in the cuddling.

Imri, grinning like a fool, lets it.

"I'm not sure," he responds, turning his head to drop a kiss on Villiers' cheek and tossing another bit of pineapple into the water. "But he seems friendly."

Spots lets out a happy burble.