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[bloody_rockgod]

Clothing appears in silvery piles on the bedroom floor and there's the soft sound of laughter. Pasta can wait.

"Bed's that way," says Charlie from nowhere.

[ooc: blah blah blah boysmutcakes.]

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[qsilver_lab_rat]

[ooc: someone baked them into a cake? That's no fun. Probably burned the edges.]

"Yeah," says Darien from about the same nowhere, "been there before."

[bloody_rockgod]

[ooc: mm, chocolate cake with white frosting . . .]

"Worried you might've forgotten," Charlie's voice is breathless, "as you seem determined to do me right here."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"No," he argues, half breathless himself as he walks to the bed, Charlie in his arms. "No, I was..half determined to...do you outside. Now, bed."

[bloody_rockgod]

"You can do my outside anytime you want," Charlie mutters into Darien's mouth.