<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Quill settled and resettled in the bed until he was utterly comfortable. He had the headset, his bottle, and the Puff Nuts again, and without a third hand, he sadly could no longer hold his dick. A smile sprung to his cheeks and he sank back against the pillows and a hint of rose touched his cheeks. <br/>
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"Adorable? Seriously? Like an adorable sweetheart?" The crunching of snacks could be head through the frequency along with a giddy little laugh. "Dude, like seriously, I don't think anyone's ever called me either of those things. It's so weird, because, you know, I don't even like guys like that. I mean as friends sure, bring on the brothers and paint the town picking up chicks, right?"<br/>
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Quill began doing what Quill did best, ramble incessantly about himself in attempt to cover the awkwardness that permeated almost every interaction he ever had.  "And I called to prank you, someone, anyone who picked up really, and check this out, I get a dude who sounds soooo totally dude-ly that I'm like, wow, you're such a dude! But actually, you sound kind of older maybe; like I can tell, so maybe dude's not the word, but maybe the older dude version of the word dude."<br/>
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He paused to take a drink from the cheap bottle of crap tasting booze he'd picked up earlier in the day. "You know, the room that I'm renting has one of them table mirror things in it, and it's right across from the bed and I can see myself because I'm in the bed. And you know what? I think maybe I <i>am</i> pretty adorable. Yeah, totally manly handsome, studly hot, and freakin' adorable. That's me. I love flyin', have an awesome space craft that I am <i>awesome</i> at flying if I may say so myself, I love music, and I love to dance. You dance, Blue? Do dudes dance together, because, you know, I've never been that way with a dude, or anyway; just so we're clear on that. So, like, is this the part where you ask me what I'm wearing? I mean, is that something that you really want to know, or do you have, like, this whole script you read or something."<br/>
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There was barely a pause for breath before the young man suddenly tripped into casual song. His voice wasn't bad for a drunk guy laying in a bed talking to a stranger on a sex com line. "Hey there mister Blue, We're so pleased to be with you, Look around see what you do, Everybody smiles at you...You know that one, Blue?" Quill smiled as he totally forgot he was talking to a stranger on a sex com line. He was just talking to the one person who would listen.</span></span>