Thread:Meme Friendo/@comment-31700938-20180408061440


 * give us a fun loving prompt like that
 * set in medievel shit
 * we're good to go
 * Spaghettitiger just sips her tea. Interesting. * Arthas Menethill is leaning against the wall, playing with a dagger. Do you need more tea, m'lady? Yes, please. * Arthas Menethill takes the tea kettle and meanders off to the kitchen, returning shortly after with a new kettle full of tea. As you requested, m'lady. * Spaghettitiger closes her book. Thank you. Anything for you, m'lady. * Spaghettitiger holds her new cup of tea up to Arthas. ? I think this may be too hot. Mind tasting it, just to make sure? As you wish, m'lady. Please, sit. It's always nice to have company, and you've been on duty all morning. * Arthas Menethill takes a sip. He winces. I'd recommend waiting a few minutes for it to cool, m'lady. Or you can add some milk, fresh milked this morning. My duty is to guard you, m'lady. The captain of the guard would not be happy to hear about me sitting down on duty, m'lady. Nonsense. Sit. But.. * Spaghettitiger raises an eyebrow. I'm not allowed to, m'lady..
 * I'm allowing you to. Just sit down. As you wish, m'lady. * Arthas Menethill unbuckles his sword belt and sets it down, before sitting down next to Spag tentatively. * Spaghettitiger stirs her tea, humming quietly. You seem hungry. How long has it been since you are? Twelve turns of the glass, and fourteen ticks on the book, m'lady. Well, then surely you must eat! Here, have as many as you would like. * Spaghettitiger slides a tray of goodies towards Arthas. I must decline, m'lady. I'm due to eat tonight. What, you'd rather disappoint your queen? Of course not, m'lady. Please forgive me. * Arthas Menethill removes his helm, setting it down next to him. * Spaghettitiger sips her tea, watching Arthas with endless patience. * Arthas Menethill tentatively takes a pastry and eats it with practiced delicacy. Well? It's safe for consumption, m'lady. You should have some tea, too, so you don't end up with a dry throat. * Spaghettitiger starts pouring Arthas a cup.
 * M'lady, you really don't need to. I have a waterskin.. No, no. I insist. As you wish, m'lady. * Spaghettitiger places the teacup in front of Arthas. * Arthas Menethill takes a tentative sip. * Spaghettitiger waits with barely-contained excitement. Tis good, m'lady. * Arthas Menethill nods his head, putting the cup back down, resuming his ever watchful gaze, scanning for threats. * Spaghettitiger opens her book again. * Arthas Menethill takes another sip of tea, relaxing a bit. * Spaghettitiger gazes at Arthas over the brim of her teacup. * Arthas Menethill looks over at Spag. * Spaghettitiger refocuses on her book. Any threats today, sir knight? None that I see, m'lady. Ah, good. It should be time for the guard to switch, m'lady. I should be going. Aw, really? Yes, M'lady. Why do you express such displeasure? Sir Strigalld is coming to guard next, and you do seem to favor him. Oh, but he's so dull! All he wants to talk about is the dragon.
 * I'm sorry, m'lady. Maybe if you let him know, he will change talking points. I've tried. * Spaghettitiger sighs and shuts her book again. Maybe he's called in sick again. Why would he? He was here earlier. He does it often to spend time with my handmaids. Oh. I must say, I don't agree with those methods. * Spaghettitiger shivers slightly. So sorry to ask this of you, but I'm a bit cold. It is rather drafty in here. I don't suppose you could..? * Arthas Menethill quickly sheds his cloak, and wraps it around Spag, fastening it around her neck, his face inches from hers. Better, m'lady? * Spaghettitiger sighs land leans against Arthas. Much better, thank you. * Arthas Menethill tenses up a bit. It was merely your request, m'lady. * Spaghettitiger looks up at Arthas questioningly. Is there a... Problem..? No, m'lady. No issues. Are you sure? Yes, m'lady. * Spaghettitiger quickly kisses Arthas on the cheek, before getting up and picking up her book.
 * Thank you for the company. * Arthas Menethill freezes up. N-no problem, m-m'lady. Will you need an escort to your next destination? No, it's quite all right. I'll see you at this time tomorrow, I hope? Yes, m'lady. I bid you a good evening. * Spaghettitiger smiles and waves as she exits the room. * Spaghettitiger pauses at the door. On second thought... * Arthas Menethill stands up, gathering the foodstuffs and placing them on the table, reaching for his helmet. Yes, m'lady? Would you mind accompanying me to my chambers? It's rather cold in there, too, and I would love to keep talking. As you wish, m'lady. * Arthas Menethill buckles on his sword belt, and puts his helm back on and walks over to Spag, offering his arm. Lead the way, m'lady. Spaghettitiger takes Arthas's arm and leads the way. * Arthas Menethill follows Spag, his metal boots echoing off the castle walls. * Spaghettitiger blushes a bit as she unlocks her door and pulls it open. After you.
 * Arthas Menethill blushes. I'm not allowed into your chambers, m'lady. I just invited you. * Spaghettitiger kisses Arthas gently. Come on. * Spaghettitiger grabs Arthas's hand and pulls him inside. (the end)
 * aight there you go
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