[His voice is teasing enough to suggest that he isn’t serious as he throws the jacket over. ]
Why not? Ignis swears by ‘let’s love each other and not hate’. There isn’t even an euphemism for lovemaking.
[As he speaks, Laurent works his way back to his original spot with nymph-like grace. He settles back down, props his bare feet up, and picks up… an old-looking sunhat. But the worst of it is that the otherwise plain hat seems to have several bits of frou-frou pinned on- a scrap of bright blue fabric, a string of plastic bells. The blonde, shamelessly magpie-like, starts fitting the feathers on experimentally.]
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[His voice is teasing enough to suggest that he isn’t serious as he throws the jacket over. ]
Why not? Ignis swears by ‘let’s love each other and not hate’. There isn’t even an euphemism for lovemaking.
[As he speaks, Laurent works his way back to his original spot with nymph-like grace. He settles back down, props his bare feet up, and picks up… an old-looking sunhat. But the worst of it is that the otherwise plain hat seems to have several bits of frou-frou pinned on- a scrap of bright blue fabric, a string of plastic bells. The blonde, shamelessly magpie-like, starts fitting the feathers on experimentally.]