[ It's a damn good thing the Russians have that link tamped down or Miles would be reaching over it right now to tell him. As it is Cordelia can likely feel his mind scrabbling for purchase, utterly obliterated by the one-two punch of the drinking and the revelation. ]
[ Gregor, you are a poem. I don't understand you but your words are pretty. How do you put up with me? I think at best I'm a limerick. Short and often inappropriate.
... That's about the level of fine verbiage going on the page here, and he's scratching out every other word. ]
[ What hope she had of concealing her amusement is utterly shattered by reading this letter, snickering behind her hand in some vain last attempt to hide it. ]
[ You are also very tall. I like tall. Which is fortunate for me, and especially fortunate with you. Sometimes I sit on the counter just to watch you and not just to get things off high shelves. ]
[ She rises from the bed so she can pull the covers over him. ]
That you did. I'll make sure to give it to Gregor, [ she adds as she leans in to kiss his forehead. She hasn't quite decided when she'll give it to him though, as he left that unspecified. ]
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[ It's a damn good thing the Russians have that link tamped down or Miles would be reaching over it right now to tell him. As it is Cordelia can likely feel his mind scrabbling for purchase, utterly obliterated by the one-two punch of the drinking and the revelation. ]
-- I have to tell him. Where's a pen and paper?
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You want to write it down?
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[ He finds a notebook and a pen near his bed and proceeds to start scribbling. ]
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[ But she take the glass from him as he scrambles up, saving the sheets and floor from wine stains. ]
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[ He keeps scribbling. It's ... basically gibberish. ]
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[ She peeks over his shoulder to see what he's writing, trying not to laugh out loud. ]
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... That's about the level of fine verbiage going on the page here, and he's scratching out every other word. ]
Just messenger, please.
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[ You are also very tall. I like tall. Which is fortunate for me, and especially fortunate with you. Sometimes I sit on the counter just to watch you and not just to get things off high shelves. ]
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Yes. That's absolutely true. My god, why didn't I see that before? I need to write that down...
[ I'll kiss you in the future. And then, with a flourish, Love, Milenkij. ]
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[ He considers the paper for a moment ... plants a kiss on it, then waves it at Cordelia to take. ]
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That should do it ...
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[ He mumbles this into his pillow. ]
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That you did. I'll make sure to give it to Gregor, [ she adds as she leans in to kiss his forehead. She hasn't quite decided when she'll give it to him though, as he left that unspecified. ]
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Good ... You promised.
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[ She gathers up the glasses and wine to leave. ]
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