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[Tyrion is, not surprisingly, at the Malum. What might be surprising is that he is absolutely drunk off his small-man arse. He looks blearily into the video camera, and states in a Very Slurred Tone.]

The Lords of Atroma can suck my gigantic cock.

[He paused, then added darkly.]

And for whomever who cares about these things, and why bother? Lady Sansa Stark has left us once more. I have no idea who she shall come back as - perhaps as a little girl or the Queen of the North. Either way ... she will not be the Sansa I knew.

[He took another long, Long drink off the glass of wine in front of him, before sighing.]

...Don't bother hunting me down - I am at the Malum. I plan on keeping my normal habits of ...what is the word, depressing thoughts until I pass out here on my stool.

[He waves at the camera.] Tah, Fleeters. Until I regain consciousness once more.

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All of your reasons are valid, and true...so why do we listen to our idiotic hearts?

[He Really had no idea at this point, Kitty. What was the point of all this?]

Because when it's good it can be really good. And loneliness sucks. [She knows both well.]

....I am not sure how good it can actually be all things considered, but I defer to your judgement in the matter. [a sigh] However loneliness is a plague, I concur.

It is. It um, even drove me into trying to move on. [Is this the time to bring it up? While you're suffering and she's on the clock?]

[....Siiiiigh.] What is his name?

[And he will be reaching for that wine bottle again, thank you.]

In general. It's a open, casual thing. [There is a name and only one name, but she's not willing to admit it's more than that. She'll let him have it...for now. But she will smack fingers later!]

....well that is new for you, my dear. [He arches an eyebrow as he pours the wine.] I have never known you to go for casual encounters.

I meant for Winn to be a casual encounter. Does that count? [It super doesn't because she super failed there.] And Tyki, but that was back in Marina. [And she may not have gotten as attached since he was also partially evil and all, but still pretty much failed at it being casual.

She takes the wine when he's done pouring so he doesn't just keep refilling it himself.]

... has it ever occurred to you Kitty that you are just unbelievably bad at casual sexual endeavors? [He managed better than she had, for the love of the Seven.]

No one ever got any better without practicing, Tyrion. [Should she hit up a local whore house?]

[Only after he has vetted it.]

...Well, do keep me in mind for the long line of admirers then.

[He was just the right amount of drunk to say that.]

Tyrion... [Is he joking?]

Or ...not?

[Now what does that tone of Tyrion mean?]

[Okay, not a joke.]

Winn was jealous before. If he came back and... [She knows Winn will understand her moving on. But it doesn't mean he'll be comfortable with whoever it was. And if he's back she'll choose him. She didn't stop loving him just because she didn't want to keep living in the past.] I wouldn't want to lose you.

[Tyrion wavered for a second, before he blinked in surprise.]

...Oh, well then ... oh.

[He had not realized that between them it would be considered more serious. He nods his head - a little longer than necessary.]

Then will you forgive me if I sleep with everyone else who wants to?

I... No, of course not. Nothing to forgive.

[She brushes back her hair, feeling a little awkward. The moving on attempt had certainly complicated things. Pavel hadn't taken the news well.]

[Tyrion looks at her, before wordlessly pushing the bottle over.]

Have a drink to dispell the awkward sexual context of our previous conversation? Also give me three ideas for projects to distract myself.

[She gives him a soft smile and leans down to kiss his forehead.] I'm not going to drink while I'm working, but I can try to come up with some projects. Engineering things or sky's the limit?

Sky is the limit. I need to go outside of my comfortable living space. [He stated firmly. Anything to get his mind off the loss of Sansa.]

What's the most comfortable to you? Drinking, thinking, winking. Something in that general rhyme scheme? Maybe challenge yourself to something physical? Some running or weight lifting goal?

Drinking and thinking. Winking is a close third. [He thinks about it.] ...I cannot run, not with my legs. Weights might be something though.

Brisk walk maybe, but yeah, whatever suits you.

I'm sorry you're going through this again, friend. These places make these things...too hard. [She knows it well.]

A brisk walk sounds like perfection for my poor legs, as it does not work nearly as hard as my tongue.

[A bitter snort.] This is what we are having to deal with.

We do. [She knows it well.] It still sucks.

[And she's ignoring the tongue comment hard since this is them getting away from the sexual tension of earlier. Also, it definitely didn't have to be sexual. He talks a lot. And yet, her mind...]

Mmm...so project two. Is it too impossible to throw in finding a way to get home or somewhere better? I know I haven't had any luck.

I can ... try.

[He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.] However my understanding of interdimensional physics is rather light.

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