[Zenyatta can't help it. He gives a tired, faintly breathless (???) laugh, shifting a little on the pile of pillows and blankets that constitute his bed.
After a moment, he decides he doesn't care for the effort of holding the phone and lets it float instead, turning up to his faceplate instead as he lounges like an odalisque in a seraglio.]
Was that a compliment, Jamie? How unexpected! [One aimed at his genitals, admittedly, but a compliment nonetheless.] I should love to indulge you, but I really am very comfortable.
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Date: 2017-01-06 08:53 pm (UTC)After a moment, he decides he doesn't care for the effort of holding the phone and lets it float instead, turning up to his faceplate instead as he lounges like an odalisque in a seraglio.]
Was that a compliment, Jamie? How unexpected! [One aimed at his genitals, admittedly, but a compliment nonetheless.] I should love to indulge you, but I really am very comfortable.