audio | un: sparkler

[flashystyle]

[Amid the sounds of the Institute break room comes the noise of a crisp bagel being buttered, followed by a particularly bored drawl. With little elaboration to where this is coming from, a clearly very hard at work Dorian simply asks:]

Three points per round, and the first to three rounds wins. Foul for rhetoric, repetition, synonyms, and statements. No non sequiturs. Now, is anyone up for a game of questions?

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[vorrutyer]

Are you willing to leave work?

[flashystyle]

Where would I go if I did?

[vorrutyer]

Do you remember where I live?

[flashystyle]

[Dorian hesitates, glancing at all the work he's supposed to be doing. He probably shouldn't, but seeing as he's putting more thought into answering the question than all of it... He won't get much done anyway.]

Will you leave the door unlocked?

[vorrutyer]

[ Worth losing: ]

Yes.

[flashystyle]

Oh. [He laughs, looking back towards the camera with a hand over his heart.] What a sacrifice. We'll put this little game on pause - I'll be over soon.

[vorrutyer]

Shall I prepare tea? [ Or - ] Wine?

[ It's two in the afternoon. ]

[flashystyle]

It's the perfect time for wine.

[But they're both alcoholics, so. He hums, rising to his feet.]

Don't miss me too much while I'm gone.

[vorrutyer]

Only because I know I'll see you soon.

[ When Dorian shows up, By has two glasses of wine poured. As promised. ]

[flashystyle]

[Dorian brings an even more enticing thing to the table: knowledge.

No, it's not all that enticing. Not even remotely. In his true goody-two shoes way, Dorian brought his work with him, taking his glass in one hand and pulling a folder out of his bag in the other.]

Tell me this isn't as cheap as the last bottle you bought.

[vorrutyer]

It is not at the same level of cheapness, no.

[ It's cheaper. By wrinkles his nose at the folder. ]

What's that?

[flashystyle]

[Dorian gives him a pleased look, only to immediately shoot him a dirty one upon taking his first sip.]

This is the work you so rudely stole me away from. And it'd be done much faster if you just broke the rules.

[vorrutyer]

[ Pouting - ]

You were supposed to come to entertain me.

[flashystyle]

You were supposed to entertain me. If you must know, I have something for you...

[He glances up at the pout, then rolls his eyes and reaches back into his bag to pull out a booklet. He holds this out to Byerly with an expectant raise of brow. The cover already has a word puzzle on it.]

[vorrutyer]

[ By's eyebrows draw down uncertainly. ]

A book. It couldn't have been wine? I'm really not much of a reader, Dorian. Which you ought to be glad of, really; people will always be able to keep us apart by remembering that you're the brainy one.

[flashystyle]

They'll keep us apart by my greater ass, standards with wine, and wittier tongue, I assure you.

[Dorian says, as he continues to drink the cheap wine and wave the thing at him.]

If you can't solve problems that a grade schooler could figure out, I suppose I'll have to find someone else...

[vorrutyer]

[ His lips thin in real annoyance. ]

A grade schooler.

[flashystyle]

[Dorian hums in agreement, up until he leans his head back to look at Byerly. He sighs with reluctance.]

An exaggeration in poor taste. A grade schooler can't do them, but they aren't difficult... and I think you'll like them.

[vorrutyer]

Are you calling me simple-minded, Dorian my dear?

[flashystyle]

Are you so simple-minded you won't take the damn thing? My arm is getting tired, Byerly my dear.