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[sworntovalor]

 [It seems eons have passed since he last showed his face on the network. It is a thinner face, one that has sobered considerably, one that is weary of life's trials.]

I wish to apologize to all those I worried. I...[he pauses as memories of his truly humiliating state flash through his mind. Swallowing quietly he continues] I seem to be myself again. I know not how I lost track of my bracelet this time, but I will keep a watchful eye to make certain to the best of my ability that it will not happen again.

[A soft smile spreads itself on his lips, despite it all]

To all my friends – I will be glad to hear from you. And my students - I would like you to contact me so that we may arrange a time for lessons to make up for my absence if you wish to have them. 

To those unaware and the newcomers to Asgard - I welcome you. My name is Sir Lancelot, please feel at ease to ask any question you may have, and if you wish to learn self defense you are more than welcome to contact me for that as well, I will be glad to refer you to the right teacher if you wish to master a weapon I do not offer instructions on. 

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Video.

[stakes]

There could also be coffee. Tomorrow? Nineish?

Video.

[sworntovalor]

I will never refuse coffee. [It's only his favorite thing in Asgard.] Tomorrow at nine it is.

Video.

[stakes]

I'll just meet you in the living room. Armed and ready.

Video.

[sworntovalor]

I will be there.

do you want to actionspam???

[stakes]

[ doot doot... ]

always, you don't even have to ask!

[sworntovalor]

[as promised, Lancelot is at the living room at a quarter to nine already, coffee brewed in a pot and two cups at hand for them. On him is his shirt of mail and his sheathed sword. The armor mostly there because his body still feels weak, and the way to fix that is obviously getting it used to fighting with all that added weight right off the bat.

He's sitting on the couch, waiting for Buffy.]

:D :D :D

[stakes]

[ Buffy's not dressed quite as fancily as Lancelot is. Then again, she never is, compared to the way the knights of the round table truss themselves up. No matter how fancy she gets, it never touches their level of formality. Like ever. One day she'll have a suit of armor made and they'll all have instant boners but for now she's just in jeans and a shirt, like usual. And boots. Always the boots with the furrrrr heels.

She sees Lance on the couch, and then the smell of coffee hits her. A grin spreads over her face and she wanders over, plopping down next to him casually. ]

You sure know how to treat a girl.

SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER ;; Lance is a problem child lately

[sworntovalor]

[Oh, the shirt and jeans are plenty hot. So hot, in fact, that even the most virtuous of knights has to mind his gaze at times. In a way, all the troubles that weigh on his mind are a blessing - he's never been less interested in anything sensual in his life, and for him that says something.

He stands up when he hears her voice - manners are manners - and smiles]

Buffy - have a seat - shall I fetch you a small breakfast as well?

it's okay i will tag you into oblivion i love everything you touch ever

[stakes]

[ She grins and plops right down without hesitation, then waves her hand in a circle casually as she takes the coffee with the other and begins a-sippin'. ]

Nope, I'm good. Not hungry. Too early.

perfect cuz I love everything you touch ever too /chinhands

[sworntovalor]

[He takes a seat again then, picking up his own coffee.]

Very well. Did you sleep well?

skip through the daisies of PAIN AND SADNESS with me :D

[stakes]

I slept like I sleep. Which is to say not that much, and pretty restlessly, but I'm awake. No big. [ God coffee. Coffee is so good. Coffee is life. ] You?

/hooks arms and skips! :D

[sworntovalor]

Similarly.

[And he shares her feelings towards coffee. Someone really should mention the health hazards sometime, he's developed quite the addiction.]

/CLINGS TO BOOMERANGER HOW DO I TAG YOU

[stakes]

We've got that in common, then? Total lack of sleep. [ She leans over and nudges his shoulder casually with hers. ]

MY INBOX IS ALWAYS SO BEAUTIFUL WITH YOUR TAGS *_*

[sworntovalor]

It seems we do. [He smiles at her but doesn't nudge back - hey a lady is a lady.]

MINE IS ALWAYS SO BEAUTIFUL WITH YOURS FOREVER i think like 40% of my tags are you rn

[stakes]

[ She chugs the rest of her coffee like it isn't searingly hot, because that's how she likes it anyway, and then grins over at him. ]

Finish up, we can walk.

I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED B)

[sworntovalor]

[With a nod he finishes his own cup; he's drank worse and hotter things in his life. Standing up, he picks up the pot and holds his hand to her, to take her cup. Dish washing first, training second.]

I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL YOU SLEEP TO TAG YOU IF I WANT TO MAKE OTHER PROGRESS!!!

[stakes]

[ Buffy doesn't give him her cup. In fact, she stands up, and snatches his, and makes a run for the kitchen with a grin tossed over her shoulder. ]

You made coffee, I'll take clean-up! [ BOOM. GONE. ]

YOU WILL NEVER MAKE OTHER PROGRESS THEN CUZ I NEVER SLEEP X-(

[sworntovalor]

[He stays standing there a second, blinking, before a soft smile spreads on his lips.

Well alright then.]

That's very kind of you. [He follows with the pot and sets it down on the counter, for whoever wakes next.]

OH LORD OH LORD OH LOOOOORD

[stakes]

Nah. [ She makes pretty quick work of washing the cups and note how she doesn't accidentally break them hahaha ha and setting them on the rack to dry. She spins around and smiles at him, leaning back against the counter casually. ]

Ready to get your butt kicked, Knight?

MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

[sworntovalor]

I am ready for a spar.

[That is as big of a taunt as you can get from him.]

SAID OH LORD JESUS IT'S A ~FAHR~

[stakes]

[ Dammit Lance, be a little tauntier.

She grabs him by the arm and practically drags him toward the door. ]

Better get walking to a place where we won't break a bunch of stuff that isn't ours.

...you lost me /hides in the corner of fail

[sworntovalor]

[This is as taunty as it gets, sorry Buffy! He goes along with her.]

Yes -- I am not resisting you nor the idea - [amused, so amused]

please tenderly go to "aint nobody got time for that remix" on youtube

[stakes]

[ She tosses a grin over her shoulder. ]

If I carry you on piggyback we might get there faster.

[sworntovalor]

Is that a challenge?

[stakes]

Depends. Feel like rising to it?