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Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"All right all right," Caspian managed a laugh before catching a face full of towel, but at least he didn't let the towel drop to his floor. Rather, he took it and patted his own relatively dry face anyway before letting the towel hang around his neck.

"But you do like it, I hope, in general," he offered another smile. It was his every intention to turn Chuck's obligation towards self-defense into a genuine interest in swordplay.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"I might be... Not entirely bored with it," he admitted, pretending to be casual, damn the smirk that threatened to appear. But Chuck was looking forward getting good enough to be able to actually spar. Second lesson was too soon for that, but Chuck was always a fast study.

He looked at Caspian. And if the other man wasn't the perfect example of an eager puppy look, Chuck wasn't sure what was.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"You will learn much if you attend the tournament too. At least I think you may take note of what will be expected if you in at least another month or two."

Was he joking? Maybe, maybe not. It was difficult to tell what with how Caspian grinned at Chuck who, as emphasized before, did break into a sweat significantly. Hehe, er... but the Telmarine wasn't the sadistic type either. He just took pleasure out of knowing he wasn't making it too easy for his friend.

At that he also offered a hand to take the foil from Chuck.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck rolled his eyes. "I already told you I'll be coming. To watch," he felt the need to emphasize. It really was worth stating again. Especially since he was barely able to hand Caspian the foil. He will sit on the bench some more. Not that he needed the rest, mind you. No. He was simply enjoying the company.

"How is the tournament going, anyway?" he asked curiously. Lately he was busy putting together a business plan for Victrola and he wasn't as up to date with everything as usually.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Riiiiight. Hehehe. Caspian took the foil and set both swords back in the rack. His own live steel blades remained sheathed on a belt which remained on the floor, under the bench upon which Chuck sat. A moment later, Caspian joined him.

"Very well, thank you. Have you... had anymore trouble with Gossip Girl," he asked, the name of that person from their world rolling off his tongue awkwardly.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Some part of Chuck was fascinated with the reactions Gossip Girl got. He was so used to having her as a constant in his life that he never considered there might be people who never had blogger tell all their secrets. The rest of Chuck was grateful she appeared to be a curse and was no longer around.

He shook his head. "Not really, no. We exchanged few comments, she reminded me of my passing attraction to Humphrey, I ignored her," years of practice did have an effect on his immunity when it came to scandals. "The fact that her scandlas appeared completely not true, unlike her reportings in our world, did help."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I see... I don't think they were all untrue, just taken far out of context," he nodded, knowing this firsthand. It was hard for Caspian to tell an outright lie too, he had kissed several women on the same day... over a curse. It just didn't warrant calling him that word no one wanted to explain to him. "But it's good that she will not be giving anyone anymore trouble."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Trust Chuck to concentrate on the more interesting part of Caspian's sentence. He raised his eyebrows, suddenly interested.

"Do you know what wasn't a complete lie?" he asked curiously and contemplated the idea. "I hope it was the one about the exotic dancer. I've seen the girl and it would really be something worth watching..." Worth paying for too. Chuck smiled at the idea.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Um... yes..." he stared at Chuck but out the corners of his eyes as if this would make Caspian appear more innocent. "I don't know anything about an exotic dancer but..." The Telmarine shifted in his seat. "It was a mistletoe curse, I didn't know at the time what the thing was," he admitted quickly, knowing how foolish he probably sounded as one of the few people in this City to not know the tradition around mistletoe.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck shifted his gaze to Caspian again. It took him a moment to understand what the other man was saying. When it finally clicked, Chuck burst into laughter.
He tried to put it under control, the topic alone was clearly making Caspian uncomfortable.
"Mistletoe curse," he shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. "You get a manslut stamp for kissing people under a mistletoe? That's priceless." Riddiculous too. Clearly Gossip Girl was either really desperate for scandal, or the standards have changed since Chuck himself was last featured on the blog's pages.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"........"

Caspian gave Chuck a most dubious look, something close to are you laughing at me? Of course he was, loudly too, so that question was sort of moot. His discomfort wasn't that bad though, no different from a pair of acquaintances growing into something like friends taking a few jabs at each other.

"There were quite a few on that day, I will have you know. None of it with permission, it was all confusing and I thought it was behind us. Fortunately the others didn't seem too disturbed by having the memory brought up again," he said in a sound of relief.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck shrugged, smile still visible on his face. The idea of calling Caspian, the man who blushed when Chuck flirted with him, a manslut still hilarious.

"Well, I don't see how they would react any other way. We're not exactly talking traumatic experiences here," he pointed out. "You really shouldn't stress over something so insignificant, Cas," he offered.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Well, Caspian couldn't blame Chuck for how easily he let the issue roll off his shoulders. He, like many others in this City, didn't come from the kind of world he did.

"Where I am from it is considered unbecoming, that's all," he shrugged once, "I hope not to upset anyone. That is all."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck frowned. "Kissing people?" that piece of information needed some clarification. Because if kissing people was, what was the word Caspian used? Unbecoming? Chuck really didn't want to know what Caspian's world, and Caspian himself, woud think about the things Chuck did with the twins.

"I don't think you need to worry," he returned to the matter at hand. "Unles there are other people from your world who would misunderstand..."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I mean... to kiss someone you have no affection for, or intention of courting, or..." He tried to explain but already he knew how ridiculous the words coming out of his mouth sounded.

"Well, I never said I was an expert on the matter. I am sure in most cases at least someone grants permission and isn't drawn in by cursed mistletoe," oh this time Caspian blushed, but briefly. If anything he'd blame it on the exertion from their recent lesson. Of course worthy of nothing, Caspian hadn't broken a sweat.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

No sex, unless you marry? The idea was completely surreal to Chuck, the slight distaste probably showed on his face. He quickly smiled. "Don't worry. I won't be holding all that against you," he assured the other man. "I might mock you, from time to time, when I feel you're too good at that whole swordfight, and need some reality check, but... Otherwise, I promise not to mention it. Too often."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Actually yes, that was the principle anyway and well, needless to say the Telmarine had no intention of mentioning how many times it'd already been broken. Maybe that's why keeping up this semblance of chivalry was so important.

"Oh thank you very much, Charles," Caspian said, tone flat and unconvinced, but only in a humorous manner. "I am sure the sacrifice you make is most noble indeed," he smiled.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"Completely," he said, not even bothering to pretend and sound honest. But his tone was light and Caspian shouldn't take any offence. It was clear the other man was enjoying the banter as well. "And you will aprreciate it more when I don't take pictures of your reaction when my club finally starts operating." With women in corsets dancing on stage... On the other hand he might be forced to take at least one. For completely private mocking. But still. He'll frame it.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Please don't," he asked, waving a hand at Chuck for this threat of pictures which, Caspian hoped, was also a joke in the same vein as their banter. "I will visit though, once it is open to the public. I make it my duty to invest some interest in the endeavors of my friends. And I like music and dance," Caspian nodded. The other truth was maybe without a real job the Telmarine had a lot of time on his hands. .... A lot.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"You and me both," Chuck said with an honest smile. It felt good to once again have a friend who was interested in Chuck's business ideas. He did miss that part of his relationship with Blair. "I still need to get permission from the deities and renovate the right place. But I promise you, there will be music and dancing and wine, when I'm done," Chuck smiled at the idea.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Wine is wonderful. I love wine," Caspian remarked rather enthusiastically, only because it was um, very true. He often found it curious that many people from 'modern' worlds seemed to think he was too young to drink. "I think it will be an interesting place, once you are finished with it and ready to open your doors," he nodded. After another thought he smiled, "have you met my good cousin Tybalt? I think he would be interested in your enterprise."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"I'm more of a scotch man myself," Chuck said. He knew he was too young to drink. That never stopped him before though. And he didn't really care.

He frowned, trying to put a face to the name Caspian mentioned. "I don't think I had. I might've seen something from him on the Network, but we haven't interacted yet. You really think he would be interested in Victrola?" Chuck asked curiously. He would need help. Possibly investors. He didn't have Bass Industries backing him up here.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Scotch, like whiskey? I enjoy whiskey too, vodka, tequila, rum," he ran down the list of spirits he knew, both on his own homeworld and here. "Claire gets upset with me sometimes," Caspian grinned, "but I consider myself very responsible with drink. I think it may be that many people in her world, Odessa, are irresponsible." He shrugged once, unfazed by this. He had been weaned on brandy, or so they say of Telmarine youths.

"Oh yes, Tybalt, the House of Capulet," oh and Caspian wasn't joking, it's that Tybalt, "he enjoys music, dance, drink, just as well as anyone. He is a born entertainer, but also very dedicated to his chosen work."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck looked at Caspian, thorn between being shocked and impressed by the other man's knowledge. "Well, well. I had no idea you're such a connoisseur when it comes to liquor," that certainly was a surprise to Chuck. But a pleasant one. Maybe Caspian wasn't as sheltered as Chuck feared?

He would give it more thought, but the name Capulet filtered into his brain. And he thought meeting Arthur of Camelot and vampires was the weirdest that could happen. Nope, possibility of working with fictional characters took the cake.

"Really? He does sound like someone I would love to associate with."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I happen to take my liquor very well," Caspian said, proudly so, but then he remembered his manners and added somewhat sheepishly, "it is how my people are I suppose, we Telmarines. I do not mind it."

That was an understatement. Caspian enjoyed drinking to a point where some, like Claire Bennet felt it was a problem, but not once had he ever done anything foolish in a stupor. Well... not foolish, maybe not fatal? Losing his dinner was another story and just not fit for polite conversation between friends. Not yet anyway. But not as sheltered as Chuck feared? Absolutely. Public image was, unfortunately, ingrained in his being.

"You can tell Tybalt I sent you. He will know my name. We met here but we are like cousins. He is as Telmarine as I am Capulet," he nodded cheerfully.