Diligently Lustful.

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[Descole's been plagued with the sins and virtues. He's finally discovered the two he has are Lust and Diligence. One sin and one virtue. Together, they make a dangerous pair.]

[So basically, Descole's a whore.]

[Why such a whore, Jean?]



((OOC: Oh man, I've had too much coffee. I'm SOOOOO bored still...))

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[He moves his hand away, a little hurt and shivers in cold. He grabs a blanket off the floor and throws it over him and her.]

What's so wrong...it was bound to happen...

[contraltoflute]

And if I'd chosen for it to happen, then... hell, I'd still be a hot mess afterwards. Less so, maybe. Because I didn't want to do that, double.

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I mean...I didn't really either but...but it wasn't so bad...at all...

[Is it a bad thing to like yourself that much? Probably..but he can't help it.]

[contraltoflute]

It's not about whether the sex was enjoyable. It's about the fact that... I just can't, okay?

[You can tell she's distressed right now - if nothing else, her accent's slipping back into the Essex drawl.]

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[He gives a small chuckle, through all the anxiety.]

You are from Essex aren't you?

[His smile fades after a moment and he shrugs.]

Why can't you?

[contraltoflute]

[She snorts slightly.]

Yeah. The Layton with the monocle is utterly disgusted by it.

...and... I just can't. The whole... everything about sex freaks me out, now.

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Essex isn't that bad. He'll get over it....

Sex freaks you out now...? One of the first things we did when we met each other was try to get into the others pants...

[contraltoflute]

But if it'd ever actually happened, I'd have freaked out. Hell. I'm better than I was after the last time, and not just because you're not Don Paolo.

[She curls in on herself further.]

It's... better. Because it's you. But it's still not okay.

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[He pulls a pillow over his stomach, hugging it to keep warm. He hates how vulnerable he feels.]

I think...it's not that bad...I mean, you're me, and I'm you...and we just...fucked. It's just sex. Think of it like that...maybe...

[contraltoflute]

It's the sex that's the problem. Sex... reminds me of my Layton.

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Oh...

(Sex reminds me of...)

Yeah, I understand that...but I'm not Layton. I'm you. Think of it as...really good and useful masturbation...

[contraltoflute]

Yeah. Not something I do, though. So that's hardly helpful.

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Oh...well, don't you ever crave sex at unhelpful times? It happens to most...

[contraltoflute]

Not really. And when I do, I ignore it.

[She's had years of practice at totally ignoring her libido, at this point.]

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[That answer makes Descole give a "hm" which is a mix of envy, and pity.]

You poor girl.