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[The joke earns a serious chuckle, Rhy shaking his head. The man is so amusing.]

Then I shall focus on his owner. Who has lips like satin warmed by the lazy summer sun.

[Llewellyn looks a little relieved when Rhy actually chuckles, relaxing a little as if that had been a small victory, and avoided potential disaster.

Then Rhy circled back to continue the original line of thought. Oh... That was not what he’d expected at all. A brow raises as he glances over at the other man, somewhat hesitant. His smile is clumsy but hopeful as he tried to find his words again.]

Is that... is that so? [He looked down, quietly trying to ignore the heat in his face again.] That’s quite the compliment... Especially from someone I’ve uh— always thought looked like the model in a fine painting.

I admit, I have posed for the like. I believe the results tend to be VERY fun.

[He'd pose for one for Watts if the man wanted, but he didn't think there was much chance that it would be asked for.]

[No, he probably wouldn’t have. Llewellyn was not particularly confident with artistic endeavours. He liked to admire, but he’d never been much good at creating.

He could picture Rhy posing for a painting though, and smiles a little.]

Mm... I can’t say that I’m surprised to hear that. I imagine you were an excellent model.

Yes. I've truly noble features that others may wish to immortalize in paint. But I'd rather the company of a good man to the sitting still all day.

Hm... I can’t say that I blame you. I’m sure the paintings were very striking, but uh... I can’t imagine sitting still long enough for a portrait, could barely sit still long enough for a photograph the couple times I’ve had to.

[His brow furrowed a bit as he glanced down at Pretzel again. He wasn’t sure if he counted as a good man, but Rhy wouldn’t have to worry about sitting around all the time if he was in his company.

Photograph?

[Rhy looks to the other, frowning. Strange how he's send each other here, and the name has meant nothing to him.]

[Llewellyn paused at the question, step slowing a bit absently as he tried to recall when the first photograph had been taken. Then again, Rhy’s world was one of magic, while his own was more about invention. Perhaps cameras simply hadn’t been created.]

Um... A photograph is a picture, an image captured by a machine. I... Don’t fully understand the process, Detective Murdoch is more of an expert on the matter. I’ve watched him develop the negatives to create pictures once or twice though for an investigation.

[He frowned a bit, wishing he had been able to follow the man’s explanation a little better, if only to be able to explain the process to Rhy. Although he couldn’t be blamed entirely, Murdoch wasn’t particularly good at explaining things so much as going off on long tangents.]

But uh— the process involves standing very still to avoid the image coming out blurred. I’ve had my picture taken... twice that I can remember?

Oh, we create images like that for message boards via magic.

[Llewellyn smiled a little, glad that there was at least something similar for Rhy to comparison to.]

Ah— Yes, I had wondered if there might be a magical equivalent of some sort.

When I arrived, the communication system confused me. So like Voice Rings but different as well. Or connected message boards.

[Rhy sighs and pauses to try and clear his head.]

This place disturbs me. Other than Kell you're the closest there is to home. You and Sansa.

There’s still a lot that I’m trying to learn as I go, but everything is connected by wires and is much larger or bulkier in my time. This makes all the innovations and invention that my world has been excited about seem uh— very primitive by comparison?

[He smiled a little, sympathetic at the notion of how far from home a world like this could feel. ]

I admit, your company has been a comfort to me as well? I know that you understand how strange it is and how easy it is to get lost in all the strangeness that many others seem to just understand easily.

I am honestly shocked you don't see me as horridly primitive myself.

[He sighs, shaking his head. He knows he is so backwards, especially given he's from a world with magic and so many are not.]I am honestly shocked you don't see me as horridly primitive myself.

[He sighs, shaking his head. He knows he is so backwards, especially given he's from a world with magic and so many are not.]

[Rhy, the detective is giving you a very perplexed look right now.]

How could I? You’re world is far different from mine it’s um... It sounds like an amazing place at times, and that it’s on a whole other path than my own? Even though it’s an era prior to my world, it almost sounds like it’s quite ahead in some ways.

[His hands are moving more animatedly as he speaks, the habit getting away from him again.]

You talk of speaking rings, and magic pictures? I don’t uh— I don’t know the process, but it sounds far less messy and hazardous. There’s so many wires, and smoke, and chemicals used in the inventions of my own world?

A very different path. Perhaps I can convince Kell to display the elements for you some time. He is more impressive than I shall ever be.

[Oh, there are their own messes, their own problems. But there is good and bad and one takes both as they come.]

If he’d like to, I might find that interesting?

[Adjusting his hold on Pretzel’s leash, he glanced around the market as they came upon it.]

But I am compelled to remind you that you are a very impressive person in other ways. We uh— all have our talents.

And mine are... very spread.

[Rhy grins as he pauses to pull Watts to a stop with him.]

May I kiss you?

And I’ve always found it rather impressive when one has a variety of talents at their disposal...

[He responded with a light tone, though broke off when Rhy pulled them to a stop with a little surprise.

Llewellyn’s expression softens a touch when Rhy asks permission again, it was very... thoughtful. Llewellyn’s eyes glance around, still taking in the world around them a bit even though this was not his own world and it was safe. Paranoia satisfied, he responded a moment later with a shy little smile.]

Mm... Yes, you may if you want.

[Well, what if his talents are just in making connections to other people? Rhy smiles and moves forward, pulling Watts into his arm and pressing their lips together. Who needs words when they can both speak this language?]

[As someone who loved languages, and was adept at picking them up... This was decidedly one that he would like to get more used to, to be able to please and express his feelings through it if only to enjoy the closeness. To feel wanted for a time.

Gently returning the kiss, Llewellyn let himself relax lightly into the man’s arms, his own coming to draw around him.]

[Poor Pretzel, left forgotten in his leash. And doomed to it for a time as Rhy tilts his head to a more pleasing angle, his tongue flicking quickly over the other’s lips in a plea for something deeper.]

[Pretzel has no idea what these two are up to. Humans why must you push your faces together in such an absurd manner? Once he gets bored with the immediate area, and frustrated with the small range the leash allows him to explore, he would have choice words for them both.

Llewellyn leans forward, lower to make it easier and more comfortable as Rhy tilted his head. The silent request is soon granted as the man’s lips parting as he pulled him closer, happy to deepen the kiss and to please.]

[Well, Pretzel, it was pleasing to do so. And Rhy had no intention of stopping. Not when he could pull Watts bodily against him, the kiss ramping up in energy with the unstated but clearly spoken consent.]

[Pretzel thinks that treats would be more pleasing, silly humans.

Llewellyn was only encouraged when pulled in closer, he liked this. Being pressed against someone, feeling grounded in a moment rather than his thoughts carrying him away. His hands roamed, before coming to rest on Rhy’s hips, a low, pleased hum in the back of his throat as he returned the deepened kiss firmly.]

[No, Watts, that isn’t roaming. Roaming is the way Rhy’s hands slip down to ghost over Watt’s legs, and up toward his ass.]

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