[Accidental Video]

[wineandwomen]

[The feed clicks on when a familiar hand smacks the device off the nightstand, sending it to the ground where it continues to record.]

Cross..?

[There's some shifting and the sound of sheets rustling and one viewing the feed will note that what is in view is most definitely, without a doubt, a bedroom.]Go back to sleep, Lucia... I just knocked

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[foundmyarms]

[So ~*~Scandalous~*~ though his mind immediately goes to less dirty places. He types out a response before rolling back over and trying to sleep, since he figures he won't get a response until morning.]

well that explains why you live in the other city.
i didn't know you were married.

[text]

[wineandwomen]

I'm not married.

[text]

[foundmyarms]

wasn't that your wife?

[text]

[wineandwomen]

No. That was not my wife.

[text]

[foundmyarms]

so she's someone else's wife?
because that's kind of illegal.
or at least not nice to her husband.

[text]

[wineandwomen]

Neither of us are married. To anyone.

[text]

[foundmyarms]

then why are you sharing a bed?

[text]

[wineandwomen]

Because she and I are lovers.

[text]

[foundmyarms]

that's pretty much the same as being married.

[text]

[wineandwomen]

No it's not.

[text]

[foundmyarms]

marriage is just love with commitment.
being lovers means you're committed to each other, right?

[text]

[wineandwomen]

Being lovers means we have sex.

[text]

[foundmyarms]

so do married people.
unless they're really old.

[text]

[wineandwomen]

There is nothing "married" about us. We have sex and that is it.

[text]

[foundmyarms]

oh.
hey, how did you get your text to blink like that?

[text]

[wineandwomen]

IT DOESN'T MATTER.