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[shaft]

one day i too will be a beautiful inbox

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[improvise]

You're with company? I'm jealous.

Perhaps I shouldn't, if you would have someone looking over your shoulder, ja?

I could make you a promise to ease the ache later, when no one else is there.

[shaft]

[ He is with company—just not the human kind. He could send Klavier a picture of his wyvern as she noses through the woods for food, but for now he's content to tease him. ]

If no one else was here, then I wouldn't be aching since I would've come to see you.

Does the thought of a stranger seeing your bare chest make you shy? [ Adorable… ]

[improvise]

My chest? Hardly.
I may as well never wear a swimsuit if that were the case.
But I wasn't going to limit myself to only that, ja?
And as shameless as I can be, there's a reason why I'm sending these to you privately.

[shaft]

Is that right.

[ Wow, he's suddenly feeling a little hot. ]

And you don't think I'm clever enough to be discreet?

[improvise]

It isn't you that I don't trust, ja?
I don't know who your company is. Hiding a projection may not be so easy.
But perhaps I should have a bit more faith.

Just one to stave off the ache then, for now.
Any others will come at a price.

[shaft]

I'm not exactly rich in funds, but I suspect you'll be draining me dry nonetheless.

[improvise]

That depends on the currency I ask for, ja?
I think you'd know what sort of payment I expect.

[shaft]

I can imagine.

But I'm still tempted to make you say it.

[improvise]

That's up to you, if you'd like me to.
But aren't you with company?
They don't mind that you're asking for salacious pictures instead of minding them?

[shaft]

You're far more concerned about this guest of mine than I am. Trust me when I say she has no inkling of our conversation.

So yes, I would very much like you making me regret not being with you right now.

[improvise]

[ hm. ]

I'm not sure I should encourage you to be rude to a lady friend.
On the other hand, you don't sound very fond of her.

[shaft]

Quite the contrary, I love her dearly.

Maybe I should send you a picture to ease your worries.

[ Claude enjoys being mischievous, but also he wants nudes. So Klavier can enjoy a picture sent his way of Claude's wyvern, standing tall on her legs as she snacks on the fruit from a tree. ]

[improvise]

[ —this isn't a hot lady?? ]

What is that?
A dragon?!

[shaft]

Not quite. She's a wyvern.

Now, are your concerns assuaged?