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[winestains]

*here's a very pale, very faint Osric-- an Osric, in fact, who was just forced on a hunting trip and witnessed the death of a few innocent deer and the shedding of quite a bit of blood*

*groans, sits rather heavily, and puts his head in his hands* I think I'm gonna be sick.

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[be_my_me]

*sits with him and rubs his back* Thou wilt be well. I am here for thee.

[be_my_me]

Mayhap both matters may be resolved with exercise.

[winestains]

*leans to kiss his cheek* Depends on what kind.

[be_my_me]

Can'st thou not think of some kind to please thee? *kisses his lips*

[winestains]

Weelll... *mock thoughtful* I don't think the kind we had earlier would be a good idea.

[be_my_me]

*laughs* Ay, the mere suggestion of another hunt doth make me shudder.

[winestains]

*sighs* Never again, if we're lucky.

[be_my_me]

Ssh. Think not on't.

[winestains]

If you promise to keep me distracted.

[be_my_me]

*grins* 'Tis promised. *and, slyly begins to remove Osric's cute hunting ensemble*

[winestains]

See, now that's a good start. *--but it is cute. ...and will still look cute on the floor*

[be_my_me]

And thou wilt also distract me, I hope. *yes, it will! drops some of it there*

[winestains]

Of course. *starts to unlace Valentine's doublet* Distraction's good.

[be_my_me]

*helps him, because even with practice, doublets can be tricky* 'Tis indeed, and 'tis easy to be distracted by one such as thee.

[winestains]

*glad for the help* Yeah? Look who's talking.

[be_my_me]

*and the doublet joins the hunting ensemble! grins* He who talks would prefer touches to looks.