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"Morning," he grunted back, and took a lazy sip of his coffee. "How much did I drink last night?"
"Morning," he grunted back, and took a lazy sip of his coffee. "How much did I drink last night?"
“Too much,” George muttered, settling on the couch across from him. His cheeks were pink, his eyes glued to the fraying carpet at his feet.
"Why are you acting like that?" Bailey noticed his shift in mannerism, "Did I say something stupid?" He half laughed.
George snorted loudly. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
"I do remember losing a game of chess." He replied.
George shook his head and stood. “I’m going to make breakfast,” he announced quietly. “But I’ll give you a hint—your horse bucked is onto the ground on the way back.” With that, he turned and left the room.
He blinked. "Did he hurt himself?" Bailey asked regarding his horse.
"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
“The horse was fine,” George called over his shoulder.
"So whatsit, did something break? Something spook him?" Bailey prodded, following him into the kitchen.
"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
George pulled out two cups and filled them with water. “You annoyed the hell out of him by pulling his mane.”
"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
She leaned towards his touch.
George pulled out two cups and filled them with water. “You annoyed the hell out of him by pulling his mane.”
He put a hand on his hip, with an atmosphere of indignation, "And you're acting all up and funny about that?"
"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
She leaned towards his touch.
Skip?)
George pulled out two cups and filled them with water. “You annoyed the hell out of him by pulling his mane.”
He put a hand on his hip, with an atmosphere of indignation, "And you're acting all up and funny about that?"
“Nope. Skip forward, a few minutes later….” He sighed. “It’ll come to you.”
He looked sideways for a long time, then back with the same blank expression.
George remained silent.
"What'd I do?" Bailey pressed, genuinely concerned now.
"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
She leaned towards his touch.
Skip?)
(To?)
John and Peter?)
George only shook his head. “I’m not upset… you don’t need to worry… just confused..”
John and Peter?)
(Okay!)
George only shook his head. “I’m not upset… you don’t need to worry… just confused..”
"I hate it when people obfuscate," Bailey puffed.
“I don’t know what that means…” he muttered.
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