[Of course, Athos doesn't notice Camille until Aramis clucks his tongue at her and he raises an eyebrow at the man perched on his counter before holding out one of the hotpads with a pan to Porthos. The deck it is then. Of course, it will take a couple trips to get all of the food, utensils, dishes, and wine out there, but it's a sacrifice Athos is more than happy to make. After all, he's quite sure the dogs will accompany them every step of the way.]
Camille appreciates it. [He sasses back, not minding the insult at all or the kicking to his cabinets. They're a hardy oak, they could likely last longer than Aramis's heels.] Aramis, if you would.
[Athos cants his head toward the dishes stacked neatly beside Aramis on the counter as he lifts another skillet in his hands, hotpad separating his hand from the cast-iron. He doesn't even wait for the response before he sets off for the back deck through the kitchen and one end of the elaborately constructed living room. After walking through it so many times, the only thing he ever looks at are the two leather easy chairs sitting near the large windows. One of these days, he'll move the unused second one, but not today. Instead, he passes the living room, through the back door to the deck that overlooks his expansive property. The lawn runs on seemingly forever, before ending with the woods further down the hills near the city.
Of course, the dogs are hot on his heels and as soon as their paws touch the grass, they go scampering off into the wide yard, avoiding the curve of the pool with their usual practiced grace.]
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Camille appreciates it. [He sasses back, not minding the insult at all or the kicking to his cabinets. They're a hardy oak, they could likely last longer than Aramis's heels.] Aramis, if you would.
[Athos cants his head toward the dishes stacked neatly beside Aramis on the counter as he lifts another skillet in his hands, hotpad separating his hand from the cast-iron. He doesn't even wait for the response before he sets off for the back deck through the kitchen and one end of the elaborately constructed living room. After walking through it so many times, the only thing he ever looks at are the two leather easy chairs sitting near the large windows. One of these days, he'll move the unused second one, but not today. Instead, he passes the living room, through the back door to the deck that overlooks his expansive property. The lawn runs on seemingly forever, before ending with the woods further down the hills near the city.
Of course, the dogs are hot on his heels and as soon as their paws touch the grass, they go scampering off into the wide yard, avoiding the curve of the pool with their usual practiced grace.]