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[unilaterallydisarming]

 

 "You've reached Father Oscar. Please leave a message, and I'll get back to you in a moment."

 

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[unilaterallydisarming]

"I am too." He turned, and gave John a kiss, lingering, before pulling away.

"But we can get to know each other now. So, we'll make out- er, make up- for lost time."

[greatoldjohn]

John can't help but chuckle as he kisses the corner of Oscar's lips before nodding.

"We can do both."

He reaches around to give Oscar a full-armed hug.

[unilaterallydisarming]

He chuckled, and gave John a full fledged hug.

And a light peck on the lips of course.

"Then we will."

Maybe even at the same time. But he doubted it because...focus.

[greatoldjohn]

He smiles at the peck.

"...need help finding your pants?"

[unilaterallydisarming]

"...and the rest of my clothes." He admitted. "I'm not sure where everything went."

[greatoldjohn]

He'll reach down and when his hand comes back up, it's with his clothing, pressed and folded and held out to him.

[unilaterallydisarming]

"Thank you. Um..."

He took his clothes back one handed, and moved back to the bed to get dressed. He was too wobbly to get dressed standing.

"Did you...did you wash my clothes while I was asleep?"

[greatoldjohn]

"No," because of course he hadn't, "I was in the bed with you. I just happen to know a small spell for cleaning things."

[unilaterallydisarming]

"...that is a darn useful spell." He admitted, as he made to pull on his shirt first. It was one he was planning to tuck into his pants as it was. "Magic is...so much more than I realized."

[greatoldjohn]

"Magic is one thing to call it."

He shrugs.

"I don't really think of it that way. But it is useful for lots of things."

[unilaterallydisarming]

"Magic is just a simpler way to put it." He came over, and brought his hand up to his cheek, his handless arm on top of John's to kiss him. Warm, brief.

Loving.

"We should talk about it sometime- the things you can do. And simply...more about you. I want to hear your story."

[greatoldjohn]

He smiles at the kisses and nods. Brief, perhaps, but warm. And warm's the most important.

"I'd like that."

[unilaterallydisarming]

"Me too." He nuzzled his nose, happy and warm. "But after I have breakfast. And pants on. We have work to do first."

[greatoldjohn]

John can't help that he's practically glowing as he nuzzles back.

"Yes, breakfast."

He nods then glances down at Oscar.

"Pants, unfortunately. But breakfast, yes. Let me get that made up."

[unilaterallydisarming]

Oscar laughed, blushing. No pants indeed.

He still patted John on the chest, fond.

"Wonderful." He told him, smiling. "I'll be out in a moment, once I'm dressed."

[greatoldjohn]

He nods and he'll let him go, leaning back on the bed happily enough.

Then he'll sigh out, push himself up, and head to the kitchen to make him breakfast.