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[volunteertomatoes]

I love you, too. And I'm very, very glad you were the one doing the singing. [ There's not much gap to close, but he does it anyway, both hands on Eliot's shouders now, loose. Comfortable. ]

Is it weird I'm sort of glad this happened?

[endlessflask]

You're glad we put a singing curse on the town?

[ Quentin's talking, sure, and Eliot's listening, but he's mostly distracted by watching Quentin's lips move. ]

That's pretty weird.

[volunteertomatoes]

I mean of all the stuff that could have happened...What's wrong with a little singing? Maybe the universe wants to be Disney-fied for a while. Pretty decent considering we've been dealing with crisis after crisis since our early 20s.

[endlessflask]

Well, let me tell you, the things I have in mind for us are not Disney family friendly.

[ Eliot grins, sliding his hands lower down Quentin's waist while he nuzzles their noses together. ]

Wanna head inside? We only need to make it as far as the kitchen table.

[volunteertomatoes]

If that.

[ Which is to say yes--yes, he really does want to head inside, and to prove his point he moves up to the tips of his feet to kiss him properly, drawing back and laughing. It's a rich one, more of a guffaw than anything. ]

Wanna get high and do it again after?

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[endlessflask]

Absolutely.

[ Eliot gives Quentin's butt a gentle smack to get him moving inside. He follows, locking the back door behind them, just in case anyone thinks of interrupting their plans. ]