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Who: Liam & Ariel
What: Liam tries to fix things
When: September 1st, Evening
Where: Ariel's condo

[After the latest exchange on the network, Liam hurries over to the condo. Granted, usually he was getting a ride from Ariel so it took a lot more time than usual.

He wasn't sure what he could do to make him okay with him again, but from what he understood, it involved apologizing, giving her a phone, and not disappearing again. Despite promising all those things, Ariel still seemed pissed... as did everyone else.

He makes a few stops on the way, so by the time he gets there, it's dark. He's sweaty from cycling, so the his backpack sticks to his back uncomfortably as he finally rings the buzzer.]

Ariel? It's me. Can I come in?... Ariel?

[Impatient knocking.]

Comments

[sylvanguard]

Well that is good. Good. [ Except that isn't what she meant. And so she sighs and sts down the phone so that she could look at him, feeling really uncomfortable and nervous and holy shit. ]

It's not just about gold diggers dude. You might echo back something.

[ Here comes the blush, right on time. ]

Something awkward. Like being married.

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[Whut?]

Wait... so you echoed that you were married in your past life?

[sylvanguard]

[ She can't look at him with a straight face so she drops her gaze down to the phone, fiddling with it some more. ]

Not that. No... something else.

[ There is a long, drawn out sigh from her and she is pretty sure she cannot get any redder in the face. ]

It's... don't have sex in Locke or Las Vegas, or just in general, okay?

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Well, not to be rude or anything but it's not like you can tell me what to do when it comes to that.

[Not that he had any hope of getting laid anyway.]

But what does this echo about sex and marriage abou--

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Holy fuck you did it with Killian?!

[How else could she echo something about sex, really.]

[sylvanguard]

[She looks up at him sharply, ignoring the blushing.]

Well... yes. We are in a relationship after all, and I'm not catholic. Except apparently Titania was something like that because it's one and done.... And sex means marriage.

[It couldn't get anymore embarrassing. Really.]

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Elves are Catholic now?! That is so not relevant, Ariel!

[He sighs, and runs a hand through his damp hair... then suddenly a strange look comes across his face and his eyes go wide. He stands immediately and starts to pace.]

Oh no... nonononono... with a Dwarf?! You married a Dwarf. You did the... married...thing... oh my god. How long have you been marr-- wait I don't want to know!

[Yep, he just echoed that.]

[sylvanguard]

[Deep down this is funny, watching him flip out. Titania seems to approve however because there is a sort of satisfaction in knowing that no matter how much he grumps and protests there was no changing facts.]

I'm not telling you and its not like I knew it was going to happen dude. We're both consenting adults in a relationship.

[She was going to tell Liam that it was a past life thing, and that it didn't mean anything-- even though Titania really was insisting that it did, but she really didn't want Liam to make a huge mistake and end up mentally chained up with someone. The dude needs all the help he can get.]

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[He's still kind of spluttering words to himself.]

Oh my god... I just... holy... I have never been so glad to be a virgin...

[Wait. He holds up a finger to Ariel.]

Don't even.

[sylvanguard]

Don't even what? I don't care if you're a virgin. I don't care if you bone fifty people. I just thought I'd warn you about something that can turn into an issue for you. Hell I love Killian and this was an issue for me.

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[He doesn't say anything for a few moments, just pacing back and forth, then he finally says softly;]

...Okay this is the weirdest and most awkward echo ever.

[sylvanguard]

... Do I even want to know?

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[He groans slightly.]

You pulsed at me again, Ariel. I caught your echo about...[Nope, can't say it.]...about the Catholic Elves.

[Sigh.]

Now I can never get marr-- I mean...ugh.