The Dangers of Being a Cunning Linguist (MIC Chat/spicy joke)
This is implied spicy but the thought HIGHLY amused me.
Under the cut.
Glen: Alright, I know you two have already sealed the deal–
Eragon: Don't...don't say it like that.
Glen: Sideways hokiepokie.
Eragon: Go back to the other one.
Glen: Anyway, Arya's not telling me WHAT you two did–
Eragon: She hasn't asked me so I'm assuming she's respecting my privacy, unlike an elf and a dragon I know...
Glen: Look, I just want you two to be careful. I'm actually being serious here. You're new to this–
Eragon: Does EVERYONE know?!
Glen: And it's been a while for her, so I'm not sure if she remembers that there are, ehm...injuries. That can happen.
Eragon: What are you–
Glen: Look, have you traveled south?
Eragon: Wh–oh. Um...I don't know if I should even–
Glen: I'm her medic, don't think I won't know eventually.
Eragon: ...Yes.
Glen: Okay. Did this finish up there, or...?
Eragon: *increasingly red* No, we uh...sealed the deal the other way.
Glen: Alright. Then I need to warn you about something.
Glen:*puts hands on Eragon's shoulders, very serious* Knees are dangerous, and some people do NOT let go right away.
Eragon: ....Okay, you've lost me there, can you be a bit more...blunt?
Glen: *sigh* She's going to kill me for this one.
*LATER*
Eragon: *leans into Arya's tent where she's reading backpiled scouting reports* What's this about Fäolin showing up at Glen's with a cracked skull after a date night?
Arya: *microsecond pause, slooooowly covers her face with the report booklet and doesn't say anything*
Eragon: No. Fucking. Way.
Arya: Okay, FIRST. The man was GIFTED.
Arya: Second! ...I have no other excuse. Yes, I nearly killed Fäolin in the way any straight man would want to go out.
Eragon: .........................
Eragon: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Could you do that to me?
Arya: ....The bodyguard and Soldier in me says no. The hormones in me say yes.
Eragon: We gotta find you a better way to say you're turned on, but that's for another time.
*EVEN LATER*
Saphira, waking up from a nap: .........Eragon why do I have a splitting headache and a distinct sense of accomplishment?
Eragon: *Stumbling around concussed* Don't worry about it.
Glen: I WASN'T *SUGGESTING* YOU GET HER TO DO IT *AGAIN!*
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