[Cayde looks up at the ceiling like it's the sky itself and heaves an exaggerated sigh, mostly pretending he doesn't still find that stupid smile ridiculously charming even though it's been getting him in trouble for decades now.]
It is raining.
[Fine. Andal wins — not that it was ever gonna be difficult — and Cayde sits at the end of the table and reaches for one of Andal's feet to drag it into his lap.] Might as well put your clothes up to dry if you're planning on staying the night.
[A ploy to get him naked? Maybe. But he focuses for the moment on doing what he came here to do and starts undoing the shinguard to take this first boot off. He will concede, there's a lot going on here and it might be hard to get these boots off drunk, but only because (as Cayde has told him many times) Andal's clothes are stupid.]
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It is raining.
[Fine. Andal wins — not that it was ever gonna be difficult — and Cayde sits at the end of the table and reaches for one of Andal's feet to drag it into his lap.] Might as well put your clothes up to dry if you're planning on staying the night.
[A ploy to get him naked? Maybe. But he focuses for the moment on doing what he came here to do and starts undoing the shinguard to take this first boot off. He will concede, there's a lot going on here and it might be hard to get these boots off drunk, but only because (as Cayde has told him many times) Andal's clothes are stupid.]