[Punctuation is still, sadly, beyond Rome's grasp - except for the purposes of making facsimiles of facial expressions, phalluses, and other such vital sigils. Then he is perfectly adept with them.
He leans against a rack of weights as he texts, grinning, little phone dwarfed in his hands and growing more sweat-smudged by the moment.]
[Artemis chuckles at the barrage of somewhat unintelligible text messages, but he's long since learned to read Roman. He rolls onto his stomach and texts back.]
I'll be right here, waiting to rescue you from a boring bath.
[And... maybe a boring morning. Once the texts are fired off Artemis shimmies out of his pajamas and pulls up the covers to hide under. And then he waits...]
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[Punctuation is still, sadly, beyond Rome's grasp - except for the purposes of making facsimiles of facial expressions, phalluses, and other such vital sigils. Then he is perfectly adept with them.
He leans against a rack of weights as he texts, grinning, little phone dwarfed in his hands and growing more sweat-smudged by the moment.]
WHEREIALWAYSAMAFTERBREAKFASTANDBEFOREABATH
STAYTHEREICANCOMEANDGETYOV
BATHSAREBORINGALONEANYVAY
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I'll be right here, waiting to rescue you from a boring bath.
[And... maybe a boring morning. Once the texts are fired off Artemis shimmies out of his pajamas and pulls up the covers to hide under. And then he waits...]