[ It's Quentin's turn to laugh again, even if it's just for a few seconds--mostly because Eliot's laugh is completely and utterly infectious. Even on days where he's dead tired and his emotions aren't quite lining up. He shrugs, leaning back before leaning too far back and flopping over, staring at the ceiling, bottle in his hand, almost cradling it. ]
They've got a monarchy, so...
[ Guess who missed the point of the joke? This nerd. ]
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They've got a monarchy, so...
[ Guess who missed the point of the joke? This nerd. ]