a u d i o / a c t i o n (the blue light) | back-dated to mid-afternoon.
[ There's a pause, a few footsteps that tread lighter than usual despite it being the full moon because someone's apprehensive about today's curse. ]
Lucy, Susan, I think it would be best if you stayed at home today.
All day.
Or if you've already left, then to go back.
[ He sighs, knowing full well how effective that's likely to be but he ( Read more... )
...which he sets down on said desk behind him and then busies his hands with something more interesting. The mechanics are well engrained at this point, the concerted dip one performs with a lady in a dance - some courtly and others, uh, less so. In this case it's more about the victory though as the blond dips the brunette and kisses him.
It's short-lived really, because it's curse-compelled and Peter knows it even as he's doing it, but for all its brevity there's warm familiarity there - a sharp distinction made easily by people who have kissed before, as opposed to those who are strangers (as this curse mostly seems to be affecting.)
Slightly miffed, Peter almost drops the Telmarine. Almost, not quite. He's a gentleman. Sort of.
Letting go, he sighs, brow raising. ]
Well. That's out of the way.
[ If given over to kissing, he'd rather do it minus the curse, however harmless, and dipping Caspian isn't ( ... )
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He considers telling Caspian that if he is jealous then he is also a bale of hay but figures he might be setting himself up for something worse and in the end refrains. ]
You all are.
[ Though Peter still out-spans them easily enough of course. ]
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Some more than others.
[Caspian uses his hands to flop this way then that way, almost like seal flippers.]
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You know there's a chair in the corner.
[ Eying the papers pushed to either side of the desk, he adds: ]
Or have you developed something against chairs as well as razors?
[ Now they've already well covered that's not the actual case but this is Sparta the sandbox and all's fair - including ignoring recently learned facts. Or something. ]
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[Just as Peter can be borderline absentminded so can Caspian be borderline intrusive. At least he isn't sitting on work which needs to be done or stepping on the administrative tools of the trade needed to get that work accomplished.]
Will you insist on working or may we leave?
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[ It being summer, Peter keeps to the lightest button-downs he can fine, paired with slacks. Today's shirt is white, rolled up to the elbows, an adjustment he redoes before grabbing the messenger bag on the floor and slinging it over his shoulder. ]
Coming, aren't you?
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I am ready.
[By the lion's mane Peter is fortunate he didn't push Caspian over. For all they know he might have retaliated against the blond...like bringing Peter down with him. Wouldn't that be a sight, especially with his purse in disarray.
Yes. Purse.]
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Er anyway, Peter pointedly rearranges the papers on the desk into some semblance of the order they were before and only after that does he rest his hands on the strap of his messenger bag and rather than verbally replying to the obvious, he walks over to the door, opens it, and then hits the light switch down. ]
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