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"This is Arthur Lester. I'm not available right now, but do leave a message and I'll find the time. A-a voice message, please."

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[OOC: Please note Arthur is blind, so audio format is strongly ICly preferred, but by God don't let that stop you]

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"Because heaven forbid you have facial hair for longer than a day," he says with deep sarcasm, already soothed by the laughter.

"I feel more dashing clean-shaved!" he protests toothlessly, jostling John lightly with his elbow.

"Even when you're opening your face up and use half the toilet paper roll," but he wobbles with the jostling so much more than he actually should.

That gets a full snort, and Arthur laughs, open and breathy.

"You don't even use the toilet, what the fuck are you protesting that for?!"

"Because there is nothing 'dashing' about half of the roll stuck to your face, Arthur! For fuck's sake, man."

But he's laughing.

Arthur has no articulate protest to that. Just another laugh, as he lets himself curl in and collapse against John with his giggles.

And John's response to that is just to wrap him in his arms and maybe a couple of stray tentacles that slipped out before he buries his face in Arthur's hair and smiles against it.

...I should finish up breakfast for you.

He almost asks him for a few minutes more, but then his stomach lets out a reedy grumble, and he laughs again instead, giving John a firm, playful pat on the wrist.

"Yes, we should sort that out sooner than later," he hums, and twists a little so he can press a kiss to John's jaw, before he goes to wriggle out of John's lap and back to his feet. "I suppose."

John holds him for one extra second before breathing out and retracting. But he stays on the bed for a moment and looks at Arthur. He doesn't say anything, but there's a little through line of music, clear bright violin notes, of fierce, warm, intense light.

Then he swallows and gets to his own feet.

"Eggs, toast, and fruit?"

"It's like you read my mind," he teases back, giving John's chest a little pat when he's back to his feet.

"Just your stomach," he says with a huff as he slips past to get to the kitchen and get back to cooking. The stove relights quickly and the sizzling on the pain starts up soon enough and within a few minutes, Arthur's getting a nice full breakfast plate presented to him, warm and inviting.

John has a plate of his own that he starts eating in between cooking.

"I didn't congratulate you yet on your pairing, incidentally."

Arthur has to try not to chuckle through his mouth at the belated thanks.

"I wasn't expecting it quite so soon, but- well. Nathaniel was the same way, in fact. Permanently paired before we even finished our first month."

"Astarion was pretty quick too, to be fair," he says with a small huff. Though of course he's getting close to a year with Astarion. Probably not where he should go with that. He'll start working on his own eggs.

"Apparently, the Admiral likes to keep us busy."

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