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[finalgambit]

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[primenumber]

[ Him being more competent around the house is why he's slightly wary about Aventurine "taking care of him", but he is pretty spent and would very much like to rest. He lets out a faint sigh and relaxes back as Aventurine rests his head on him, a flush of red creeping up his neck again. ] Nothing said in the moment is permissible for you to use as the abject truth, gambler. I won't allow it.

[finalgambit]

Oh, but I’m afraid you’ve tried to silence me too late. I transcribed it all to my private memoirs. [ he snickers. ] And I can’t wait to reread them later on~ and jerk off, of course, because I’m stir they’ll unearth all the fantastic imagery from tonight’s soirée ❤️!

[primenumber]

[ He lets out a long, chagrined sigh and brings his fist down gently on top of Aventurine's head to bonk him. ] And when, precisely, did you have time to transcribe all of that?

[finalgambit]

In my brain, doc, [ he sticks out his tongue and rubs his own head. ] I just committed it to memory.