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[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.