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"I saw his ass though. More than made up for it."

Bull couldn't resist throwing that out there. Sure they hadn't done a damn thing but he wasn't about to just ignore the fact that he'd seen a great bit of ass when Dorian had gone running to the bathroom. The mage might have been hurling everything in his body since the age of twelve but that ass was still a great view.

"They've got pills for the headache by the way."

Just in case Dorian wanted something like that.

"If anyone ever accuses you of having no taste Inqui-...Cyril, then they're about as useful to you as a fart in a shack," Dorian said grinning because of course, he's handsome, Dorian knows a compliment when he hears it, though he's much less prepared to deal with the fact that he hasn't lost his dignity. Surface compliments are one thing, compliments on his quality of manner and self have always been a more complicated issue. In Tevinter it's about as relevant and important as the length of your big toe.

Fortunately Bull has a way of derailing the more complex matters of his personality to his physical attributes.

"Ah, well my ass is the gift that keeps on giving," and he took another sip of his coffee, because what else needed to be said about that? Physically Dorian has his gifts, the only thing his parents had really given him that was worth much of anything at all.

"Oh, even hangover headaches? Just pop in a few pills and be about your day, marvelous!"

Naturally, anything that could alleviate his pains was worth exploring.

"The type of medicine they have here doesn't stop there," Cyril replied, though even just his arm is proof of that. Honestly, even a fraction of the things they had in this city would improve the lives of so many back home.

"I think we have some of those pills. In the bathroom maybe?" After all, painkillers came in handy for aftercare. "I'll go look.

If you want to show Bull that gift again now would be the time." He teased as he got up to go check.

[ Oh, boy... this is already 'tricky' enough, isn't it?? But he's already here and it's not like he can just stop. (Can he? Can he stop in the middle of this, actually? No, seems like a bad idea, what with all the slime...)

Waver groans, a sort of acknowledgement, and does as he's directed to do. Left, then the wall, which he can feel with his free fingertips. ]

What else is there? What's the tricky part?

[ A flush spills down Ren's chest as the restraints are put into place. It feels good, trusting someone with this so completely.

It's difficult with his ankles cuffed, but Ren runs a leg along Bull's thigh teasingly. ]

I think I need a few more kisses before I'm ready for that.

[ He challenges, ears perked with excitement. ]

"Yeah. Behind the mirror."

Handy thing really. A nice secret place for pills and stuff behind the mirror. Honestly Bull was loving a lot of the stuff he was running into in this place but that was another thing entirely.

Finishing up his coffee, he rolled his head over to look at Dorian.

"I mean, he's right. If you wanted to show that gift off again then I'm not complaining."

I'm gonna need you to stay damn close to that wall. Close as you can get. You're small enough that if you can do that you'll avoid the next trap.

[He wouldn't be able to if he were the blindfolded one but he's also probably three or four times this guy's size. Maybe more. Still, you use the advantages you've got and being small is it right now.]

Just gotta get you through one more area and I can meet you at the end.

And I know you're full of shit and a brat wanting to get his ass smacked.

[The laugh he lets out says he enjoys it though. No way would he think otherwise about Ren's bratty nature. Still, he doesn't plan to just give him what he wants so he taps his chin with his hand.]

You can have kisses later. Open up.

[ Ren can't help licking his lips at the threat of spanking, cock twitching with interest.

Nonetheless, he obeys, opening his mouth just wide enough for Bull to fit the gag in.

Meanwhile, the leg that was trailing up Bull's thigh creeps closer, skimming it's way up his inner thigh now. ]

At the suggestion that he show off his assets again, Dorian does his patented half-laugh half-sigh into his coffee mug before taking a bracing sip and then offering Bull a weak grin. He's not as robust as he normally is while in the throes of a hangover.

"I'd love to, but the effort at this point is strenuous," and he's still not properly dressed the way he'd normally be. He can't see himself making the effort to peel himself back out of his clothing only to put them on again, "Press me again when I'm not quite so indisposed and can manage it without potentially falling on my face...that would be a tragedy."

[That's more like it. He hooks the gag in and admires how cute the little heart looks in his mouth. He grins down at him then pointedly steps out of reach.]

Nice try, brat.

[Looking him over now, he decides he likes what he sees as he walks around the table to take in all of him. Just to build up that anticipation for him.]

Cyril is careful not to be gone for too long as he goes to get the pills for Dorian. He comes back with the bottle and hands it to Bull for him to open. He has a temporary new hand, but he doesn't want to accidentally spill the pills everywhere trying to open it when he's not used to it yet.

"I hope this helps."

Okay...

[ Waver's clearly too intent on actually getting through this to even protest being called small. In fairness, he is small so there's really no point arguing...

He does as he's told, hugging the wall blindly and moving in the direction he's told until he can clear this part. He's so ready for the blindold to come off. Maybe he could just take it off whenever but it doesn't quite occur to him right now. ]

[He'll give him this much. Drunk as he is, the guy can focus if he's given exactly one task to think about. Which, to be fair, is probably the best thing for them right now. Not like it's going to be wise to make him do anything overly complicated.

That kind of hilarity is best saved for when the drunk person is more aware of what is going on honestly.]

Alright slow to stop here. You'll feel a corner. That's where you want to turn. Stop there so I can tell you where to stand.

[Bull waits until the guy does what he's told.]

Two steps to your left. Okay, one forward. Stop there. That way you're facing? Only face that way.

[Because narrow path with slime on either side to fall into? Yep. Better off just walking a straight line. Leaving his area, he heads down to the end and calls out to him.]

Alright. Walk to me! I'm right here in front of you!

Grabbing the bottle, he had it open right away and held out a couple of the pills after for Dorian to pop with his coffee. Once he had them, he capped the bottle again and set it on the table.

"Hey, remind me to press Dorian again in the future about seeing his ass. Apparently he's letting me have the chance then."

They all knew he didn't need the reminder in the slightest. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to tell Cyril about the conversation.

[ At least his random partner is pretty good at giving instructions. Waver manages by doing exactly as he's told and eventually emerges on the other side of the slime corridor he was unaware of, and surprisingly gunk-free.

Ta-da!

...wait was he supposed to be doing something else as part of this game? Well, whatever. Waver follows the voice as it gets closer, complaining in a mutter. ]

Okay, great... can I take this dumb thing off now?

Do I get some sort of prize? What even was the point of all that?

We're getting a shit ton of Demichroma if I remember right.

[He does. He has an extremely good and accurate memory.]

Almost there...

[Bull grins then reaches out to grab the guy by the back of the shirt to help him get across the finish line. No rules saying he can't, after all. Helping the blindfold slip off, it's now revealed who has been helping Waver this whole time.

A giant man with horns and pointed ears. Not to mention some dragon scales along him.]

You good?

"If it doesn't help, there's no giving it back...they do say suffering is one of life's great teacher's though," clearly Dorian is not one for learning such lessons, he'll be back on his bullshit soon enough, though hopefully, the alcohol will not be as unexpectedly potent...or spiked. This world makes no such promises.

He does, however, take the pills graciously, pops them and downs the rest of his coffee.

"I could give it to you in writing, make it official if you'd like, a written contract for the pleasure of seeing my ass," he said this flippantly, doubting it would come to that, "though odds are I'll probably be drunk again so who knows."

It seems they had a really interesting conversation while he was gone. His brow raises a bit as Bull explains and Dorian confirms.

"Well if you need a witness to ensure the contract is properly fulfilled I'll be happy to be there," Cyril replies with a soft chuckle. "And in this place, it's easy to get drunk. They have all kinds of festivals here where they give out different drinks for us to try. It happens so often I'm starting to think they're all lushes."

"Usually I'm not big on written contracts because they're too easy to lose. But I think I'll make an exception for this one." He chuckled and then looked over at Cyril. "Instead of witnessing, you wanna let me see yours at the same time? I may only have one eye but it's surprisingly good at multiwatching."

Bull grinned at his little play on words there. He was enjoying himself and how light the mood was now that Dorian wasn't worshiping the toilet.

Oof--

[ Waver stumbles across the finish line and nearly into him, rocking back on his heels and rubbing his face when the blindfold is removed. Then, he looks up.

...and up.

Waver blinks. ]

Y-yeah. I'm okay. Er, thanks... for your help.

[ Ren follows Bull with his eyes, disappointed as he walks away.

Unable to try and taunt him to come closer, Ren relaxes, posing himself nice and pretty for Bull. ]

[Cyril has mostly gotten used to his new arm now. It's fully installed and works almost like a real arm. He had been told to look out for any complications but for now the only complication that seems to be a real problem is the way that Solas's lingering magic still flares.

There is no green light, thankfully, but he still feels these strange aches and pains. It's been bothering him all day, and now as he attempts to make dinner he has to pause as his vision spots from the pain.

He doesn't want to worry Bull, so he pretends it's not a problem.

He's pretty sure Bull knows anyway.]

[Cyril has been trying to hide those phantom pains from him. He's trying but he's failing. Bull knows every time it happens and this time he's right there when he sees it happening.

Coming up behind him, he turns off the heat for the stove then rests his hands on his sides.]

It's bad tonight, huh?

[Cyril glances up at Bull and then turns back to the food.]

Yes. It is.

[There's no point lying to Bull, after all.]

It not like the people who made this technology were ready to see how it fared against ancient elven magic.

Edited 2020-04-16 04:32 (UTC)

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