put your heads together

I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes

Danta's all wrapped up and ready to go with their agreement, his wine bottle in hand and his long legs already uncrossed to let him stand up from the crate, so when Maea stops him it's with a glance of reproach mingled with curiosity that he hears her out. "Ew," he says automatically, hearing conference and discuss and issue and wanting nothing more than to put his finger to his ambassador's lips.

But then she continues, and ball and food and splendour will always win out. Slowly straightening up properly, he considers the proposal, before shrugging his shoulders. "If you're willing to do all the preparation, where's the harm?" he says, glancing to Kiada to see if she's also on board.

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