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[For those interested in video, you're in for a vaguely Bonesish treat. That is, it's time for some sexy accidental video. This time the star players are your friendly neighborhood Miguel and a nice young imagined lady from Barcelona. You might catch a few glimpses of feet, as the communicator has fallen at the end of the bed, but for the most part

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[neverhadenough]

[Tulio spent most of this event lounging in a room full of imaginary gold, because it has been far too long, and he really needed the relaxation-time.

And the gold. Mostly the gold.

In fact, he was bringing some back to the shared room that he and Miguel stay in. Only...there are noises. Setting down the armful of sparkling, glimmering statuettes, bowls, and jewelry, he presses his ear against the door suspiciously.

He knows what those noises mean, and he forces open the door, prepared to find the room decked out like a brothel, but...]

Aha-! Hooooooooly Miguel?

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[..........Well, this is awkward.

Miguel's curled into an intricate position with his lady friend, one that admittedly he had only managed before when the sex was taking place in his imagination. Perhaps he made Señorita Barcelona more flexible than she is in reality.

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Miguel removes himself from the girl and, despite his normal personality trying to make him feel PRETTY DAMN AWFUL about doing this in their room without asking, he's feeling oddly rebellious.

Not as if Tulio wasn't just doing this with Chel the other day, after all.]

Buenos, ah, dias, I suppose. Not sure what time it is.

[Grin.]

I'd ask if she'd allow you to join us but I'm afraid she's just so fond of me, for some reason.

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[neverhadenough]

[I'm sorry, when was Tulio doing things with Chel? The other day? Let's think about this for a moment, Miguel, and think hard. How long has Tulio been in this mansion? Has Chel been here at all? No, we thought not. There are so many holes in your logic that it looks like Swiss cheese.]

...it's the afternoon.

[He can appreciate the niceties of an Afternoon Delight, but still. In their room? Tulio rolls his eyes.]

Funny, Miguel, just make sure you clean up afterwar-

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[neverhadenough]

[He stops, staring at the girl, finally. It's the girl he had fallen in love with as a younger man, and convinced Miguel to help him chase her back to Barcelona so he could woo her.

And then she and Miguel had done things, and it had taken Tulio a long while to get over that.

So this? This right here, pal? This is a punch to the face.]

You...she...

[He's trying to form words, but he's doing that thing he does when he gets all conniption-y.]

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[Distantly, Miguel feels awful. This is the worst possible thing he could've done. But something just...made him do it.

Several times.

Actually he'd lost count.

And yet another part of his mind is explaining it away. As if it's no big deal, just a bit of fun...]

Well, she isn't real...

[Okay, it actually physically hurt to hear himself say that.]

I...I mean...

[neverhadenough]

[That is the worst excuse you could ever use, Miguel.]

Really? Because it sure sounded real.

[Tulio is still floundering in disbelief.]

You could've imagined anything else and you picked her, Miguel. Well, congratulations, I hope you two are happy together and have plenty of imaginary children.

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Tulio, I don't know what I was-- well, I wasn't thinking, clearly-- I don't...

[Miguel sighs, rubbing his forehead. No, there had been no thinking at all.]

This place does weird things to us...