Back inside, Morgan was sitting between Alastair and Erin on the sofa, keeping the peace between them as usual. For the past five minutes he’d been trying to ignore it, but when he looked up again it was definite; Kaelin was staring at him hard from the other side of the coffee table. He raised an eyebrow in question.
“You and Francis…” Kaelin made a vaguely expressive hand gesture.
Morgan shrugged. “There’s a tentative me and Francis. What of it?”
Kaelin nodded. “I knew it.”
From the other side of the room, Jett snorted derisively. “No shit, Sherlock.”
Kaelin frowned and threw a peanut in his general direction. “Shut up, asshole.” He turned back to look at Morgan. “I wouldn’t have pegged him for the relationship kinda guy.”
“Um, well, it’s not really…” Morgan started, before Alastair butted in.
“Yeah, I mean he likes sex but ‘faithful relationship’ is in his repertoire, you know. Speaking of, you must be celebrating your like, four months anniversary or something soon, right?” he asked, turning to Morgan.
Morgan shifted uncomfortably. “Now, don’t get the impression-”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed about it,” Erin said from his other side.
“I’m not-”
“We could help you celebrate!” Kaelin said happily. “Something classy, but maybe classic, like just a casual dinner…”
“You’re such a girl,” Jett snorted, and Kaelin pelted him with another barrage of peanuts.
“Would you stop throwing food around, you uncivilized child!” Alastair laughed, leaning over to snatch the peanut bowl from Kaelin’s grasp.
“That’s my source of ammunition!” Kaelin cried.
“I say just spread a whole load of roses on the bed and lie there naked,” Erin said, nodding decisively. “Best to cut to the chase.”
Morgan shook his head. “Could you all just not-”
“Says the sex expert over there,” Alastair sneered, eating a handful of the peanuts.
“What’s in my pants has seen more action than what’s in yours,” Erin snapped, making a rude gesture with her middle finger at him.
“I’ll show you mine if you’ll-”
“Oh my god, you guys are so weird,” Seamus cried from the corner, “Why can’t you just be like a normal brother and sister?”
“Where would be the fun in that?” Alastair smirked. “If we were normal, I couldn’t tell her with no trouble to my conscience how fat her hips-”
“How about I strangle you with a haggis?!” Erin yelled, attempting to leap over Morgan to get at Alastair, at which point the conversation about Morgan and Francis’ relationship was thankfully forgotten.
And yes I know you could never strangle anyone with a haggis XD
Re: A Casual Engagement, Part 3b/?
Back inside, Morgan was sitting between Alastair and Erin on the sofa, keeping the peace between them as usual. For the past five minutes he’d been trying to ignore it, but when he looked up again it was definite; Kaelin was staring at him hard from the other side of the coffee table. He raised an eyebrow in question.
“You and Francis…” Kaelin made a vaguely expressive hand gesture.
Morgan shrugged. “There’s a tentative me and Francis. What of it?”
Kaelin nodded. “I knew it.”
From the other side of the room, Jett snorted derisively. “No shit, Sherlock.”
Kaelin frowned and threw a peanut in his general direction. “Shut up, asshole.” He turned back to look at Morgan. “I wouldn’t have pegged him for the relationship kinda guy.”
“Um, well, it’s not really…” Morgan started, before Alastair butted in.
“Yeah, I mean he likes sex but ‘faithful relationship’ is in his repertoire, you know. Speaking of, you must be celebrating your like, four months anniversary or something soon, right?” he asked, turning to Morgan.
Morgan shifted uncomfortably. “Now, don’t get the impression-”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed about it,” Erin said from his other side.
“I’m not-”
“We could help you celebrate!” Kaelin said happily. “Something classy, but maybe classic, like just a casual dinner…”
“You’re such a girl,” Jett snorted, and Kaelin pelted him with another barrage of peanuts.
“Would you stop throwing food around, you uncivilized child!” Alastair laughed, leaning over to snatch the peanut bowl from Kaelin’s grasp.
“That’s my source of ammunition!” Kaelin cried.
“I say just spread a whole load of roses on the bed and lie there naked,” Erin said, nodding decisively. “Best to cut to the chase.”
Morgan shook his head. “Could you all just not-”
“Says the sex expert over there,” Alastair sneered, eating a handful of the peanuts.
“What’s in my pants has seen more action than what’s in yours,” Erin snapped, making a rude gesture with her middle finger at him.
“I’ll show you mine if you’ll-”
“Oh my god, you guys are so weird,” Seamus cried from the corner, “Why can’t you just be like a normal brother and sister?”
“Where would be the fun in that?” Alastair smirked. “If we were normal, I couldn’t tell her with no trouble to my conscience how fat her hips-”
“How about I strangle you with a haggis?!” Erin yelled, attempting to leap over Morgan to get at Alastair, at which point the conversation about Morgan and Francis’ relationship was thankfully forgotten.
And yes I know you could never strangle anyone with a haggis XD