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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

[oh...]

...I was going to be so cool. How did you ruin me forever?

[mathemagier]

You fell in love with me.

[And it tickles him that he fulfills Newton enough that he doesn't feel the need for wild parties and rockstar scenes any longer. Their happiness is simply time spent together]

[driftsintobuffetline]

Damn you. Damn you sweeping me off my feet. I was going to have all the wild victory parties.

[mathemagier]

We can have our own private celebrations.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Pretty sure that's what we've been doing for a while now. But I'll gladly take more.

[mathemagier]

Well if you ever feel as though you're missing out on something, do tell. I want you happy.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Missing out on doing lines of coke off the bodies of groupies in the tour bus and hotel rooms. Panties thrown on stage while giving a show. "Mary Me Newt" signs. You know. The usual.

[mathemagier]

[Laughs]

Those were dreams, Newton. ..But if you really did want to be famous, you'd have no problems with achieving that here.

[driftsintobuffetline]

What, you're telling me you won't let me do lines off your abs? Come on.

[mathemagier]

Of sugar, possibly.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Ow, no, that's going to hurt. I'll lick them off instead.

[mathemagier]

Acceptable.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Good, because now I'm craving something sweet and I have Def Leppard stuck in my head.

[mathemagier]

Well I suppose that's appropriate.

Likely shouldn't do that in our bed, however. Bit of a mess.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Dining room table might not be appropriate.

[mathemagier]

Well we can strip the bed and lay a new sheet down, then bunch it up for the wash after.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Mm, or maybe I'll just get some syrup.

[mathemagier]

Just as well, I won't mind following up with a shower in that case.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Like I'd let you go to bed sticky.

Maybe a nice bath, some champagne or wine or something harder. Really live up the "rock star hotel room sex" image.

[mathemagier]

Another few weeks and we'll have a spacious, private bath as well.

[driftsintobuffetline]

That's too long.

You know what? I'm going to find a pair of awesome leather pants, buy us some syrup and booze, and fuck you like the rockstars we are. The vows can wait. I'm feeling inspired and a guy has to live it up before he gets himself married.

[mathemagier]

Well I certainly don't have any arguments.

[And leather pants means they probably won't bother to peel Newton out of them either- delicious]

I'll make the necessary preparations while you're out.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Good. Don't have too much fun without me.

[mathemagier]

Don't take too long then.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Do you want these pants to fit or not?

You better not make shopping difficult. I swear to god, Hermann, trying to buy pants with a boner is a no go. I will sleep on the couch if you make me hard in the dressing room. Save that for the grocery shopping part of the trip.