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[ratherbelocky]

"York here. I'm probably busy getting my ass handed to me by adorable woodland creatures, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Over and out."

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[Audio]

[usedlightscreen]

[North is quiet for a brief, pregnant moment. When he finds his voice again, it holds something like playful sincerity.]

I love you more.

[Audio]

[ratherbelocky]

Wow? It's not a competition, dude.

[Is there a verbal equivalent of <3<3<3? That's what his voice sounds like right now. So much less than three.]

[Audio]

[usedlightscreen]

[Even when North chuckles, it's full of the exact same lovestruck tone.]

It's not, because this time we all win.

[Audio]

[ratherbelocky]

Mmm. I do like winning. So what do we get for it?

[Audio]

[usedlightscreen]

[His voice is soft and loving.]

A happy ending. Don't you think?

[Audio]

[ratherbelocky]

Y'know.

[York's tone is similar, but starstruck. He is in love with a marvel. Two marvels. A constellation of wonder.]

Why don't I leave work early. We could have a picnic in our living room. What do you think?

[Audio]

[usedlightscreen]

["A constellation of wonder" York that is gross]

Mmm, let me check my schedule.

["Blissey!" in the background.]

Schedule says I'm free. Want me to move the couch and the coffee table out of the way?

[Audio]

[ratherbelocky]

[North's FACE is gross. Grossly attractive. York is attracted to him.]

If you'd be so kind, dude. I'll bring flowers.