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[whattaprick]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 843.77425 (personal);
DESCRIPTION: Half the time he forgets this thing even exists, or how to turn it on and off.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Next to trailer steps.
DESCRIPTION: The concept of a mailbox is rather foreign to Lambert, who's not exactly what you'd call big on personal correspondence. But there's a wooden crate you can probably drop shit into ???

BUG LAMBERT TO MAKE YOU SHIT: Given time and the right ingredients (which he'll usually ask people to provide) he can make potions (with potential side effects), oils, and bombs. You can bother him more about that in person.

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[whattaprick]

[ It's a kiss that lingers rather than deepens, Lambert's arms still wrapped around him, though after a few long moments, he finally pulls away with a sigh, starting to tug Childermass after him. ]

Come to bed? [ Even low and rough, his voice manages to sound coaxing. ]

[atouts]

[ Of all the questions... ]

That is where people tend to rest, Lambert.

[ Sure, he knows what the witcher is really asking for, but the joke's going to be on him when Childermass actually does just doze off. ]

[whattaprick]

Resting's not the only thing people do in bed, in case you forgot.

[ As if he could, with Lambert for a lover. It'll take some coordinated effort to get both their shirts off and to tumble into the sheets to twine around each other, but once they manage that, Lambert will at least spend whatever conscious moments they have left kissing Childermass, a bit of urgency slipping into his motions despite his best intentions.

He almost lost him today. The kiss is as much to reassure himself as anything else... ]