October Twenty-Nine -- Anti-OTP: Ros/Dakkar

[prince_des_mers]

I would like to see That Boy again.

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*now, by see, does he mean be pounced-tackled-glomped-squeezed? -- because that's exactly what he's getting. pounce-tackle-glomp-squeeze, by a grinning, ridiculous, awkwardly growing boy (all boys are awkward and growing, but none quite so grinning and ridiculous)*

well, hullo, milord -- !

[prince_des_mers]

*Dakkar is growing taller, skinny and dark (the dark is lightening a little, no reason why), but his eyes don't look quite as big and odd, although they're quite solemn still; he looks a little less Princely, a little less dignified, although he still carries himself with utmost dignity. it's just something about being so tall and thin. but getting pounce-glomp-tackle-squeezed, his expression changes to something almost a smile, and he hugs back with long arms*

Hello. I have not seen you for a long time.

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i know, that's what i thought -- i hadn't seen you, either, so, you'd think that'd go without saying, wouldn't it, that you wouldn't see me -- would you? and i missed you. so you think it'd go without saying ... *hangs on to dakkar like those lazy creeper vines whose arms dangle off buildings (or like an awkward growing boy)* did you miss me?

[prince_des_mers]

*tries to soften, just a little, still dignified but not so formal, because he would like Ros to know that he's pleased to see him again*

Yes, I have missed you. You are very good to know.