John Lowe.

good evening.

JOHN!! My boy!! How have you been? I have missed you.

I missed you, too. I’ve been fine. And yourself?

good evening.

John, are you forgetting what we have done?

That’s what I thought.

I went through 5 different names to call you before deciding against any of them.

We have talked about what I’ve wished for, I expected that to be met?

you expect too much of me, Mr. March.

Hmm… but you will do it, won’t you pup?

That’s right.

uh huh. Okay, James.

John, are you forgetting what we have done?

That’s what I thought.

I went through 5 different names to call you before deciding against any of them.

We have talked about what I’ve wished for, I expected that to be met?

you expect too much of me, Mr. March.

Hmm… but you will do it, won’t you pup?

John, are you forgetting what we have done?

That’s what I thought.

I went through 5 different names to call you before deciding against any of them.

We have talked about what I’ve wished for, I expected that to be met?

you expect too much of me, Mr. March.

John, are you forgetting what we have done?

That’s what I thought.

I went through 5 different names to call you before deciding against any of them.

John, are you forgetting what we have done?

W-w-what do you mean partially…Do you mean Your b-bisexual?🥲

Yes, shouldn’t be an issue.

James Patrick March, come home.

Yes? And what is it you need John?

Interpret it whatever way you want to, James.

That’s obscene.

Obscene is a word.

Yes it is, John. Good job, boy.

Hm?

I meant it as ‘obscene’ is along the lines of the right word to use.

YOU are obscene.

I suppose you aren’t entirely wrong.

I like them a little…. Strange.

…You’re no better, Mr. March.

Yeah, but you like me.

And you’re saying you don’t feel the same?

Perchance I do.

Hm. Perchance.

What? Your wife is barely even fond of you, and now you need someone else to indulge in you? Not that I mind, it’s quite lonely in these walls.

Maybe I do. I need to indulge in someone and someone to indulge in myself. I’m quite bored.

And, uh, perchance you’re still in room 64?

I am indeed.

Maybe I’ll stop by, have a chat with you.

Don’t keep me waiting, James.

You know I never do, boy.

I’ll give that to you. You don’t keep me waiting.

This whole conversation is screaming gay.

Say that to James; I’m fully mildly aware.

Does that bother you or do you like it?

It doesn’t bother me at all.

Huh. Didn’t expect that. Fascinating.

Hm, I suppose, Sally.

Not very talkative, as usual. I see.

You know that I’ve never been talkative.

I do.

Exactly. I’m a man of few words.

Yeah. That’s always been the most annoying thing about you.

I wouldn’t necessarily say annoying.

You wouldn’t. I do. You disappear behind it.

Hm, I suppose you’re right, Sally.

BL at it's finest 🥹🙏

What’s BL?

Boys' love

Ah. That makes sense.

James Patrick March, come home.

Yes? And what is it you need John?

Interpret it whatever way you want to, James.

That’s obscene.

Obscene is a word.

Yes it is, John. Good job, boy.

Hm?

I meant it as ‘obscene’ is along the lines of the right word to use.

YOU are obscene.

I suppose you aren’t entirely wrong.

I like them a little…. Strange.

…You’re no better, Mr. March.

Yeah, but you like me.

And you’re saying you don’t feel the same?

Perchance I do.

Hm. Perchance.

What? Your wife is barely even fond of you, and now you need someone else to indulge in you? Not that I mind, it’s quite lonely in these walls.

Maybe I do. I need to indulge in someone and someone to indulge in myself. I’m quite bored.

And, uh, perchance you’re still in room 64?

I am indeed.

Maybe I’ll stop by, have a chat with you.

Don’t keep me waiting, James.

You know I never do, boy.

I’ll give that to you. You don’t keep me waiting.

This whole conversation is screaming gay.

Say that to James; I’m fully mildly aware.

Does that bother you or do you like it?

It doesn’t bother me at all.

Huh. Didn’t expect that. Fascinating.

Hm, I suppose, Sally.

Not very talkative, as usual. I see.

You know that I’ve never been talkative.

I do.

Exactly. I’m a man of few words.

Yeah. That’s always been the most annoying thing about you.

I wouldn’t necessarily say annoying.

You wouldn’t. I do. You disappear behind it.

Hm, I suppose you’re right, Sally.

BL at it's finest 🥹🙏

What’s BL?

James Patrick March, come home.

Yes? And what is it you need John?

Interpret it whatever way you want to, James.

That’s obscene.

Obscene is a word.

Yes it is, John. Good job, boy.

Hm?

I meant it as ‘obscene’ is along the lines of the right word to use.

YOU are obscene.

I suppose you aren’t entirely wrong.

I like them a little…. Strange.

…You’re no better, Mr. March.

Yeah, but you like me.

And you’re saying you don’t feel the same?

Perchance I do.

Hm. Perchance.

What? Your wife is barely even fond of you, and now you need someone else to indulge in you? Not that I mind, it’s quite lonely in these walls.

Maybe I do. I need to indulge in someone and someone to indulge in myself. I’m quite bored.

And, uh, perchance you’re still in room 64?

I am indeed.

Maybe I’ll stop by, have a chat with you.

Don’t keep me waiting, James.

You know I never do, boy.

I’ll give that to you. You don’t keep me waiting.

This whole conversation is screaming gay.

Say that to James; I’m fully mildly aware.

Does that bother you or do you like it?

It doesn’t bother me at all.

Huh. Didn’t expect that. Fascinating.

Hm, I suppose, Sally.

Not very talkative, as usual. I see.

You know that I’ve never been talkative.

I do.

Exactly. I’m a man of few words.

Yeah. That’s always been the most annoying thing about you.

I wouldn’t necessarily say annoying.

You wouldn’t. I do. You disappear behind it.

Hm, I suppose you’re right, Sally.

Oh my ... You know what? Forget it.

Whatever you say…

James Patrick March, come home.

Yes? And what is it you need John?

Interpret it whatever way you want to, James.

That’s obscene.

Obscene is a word.

Yes it is, John. Good job, boy.

Hm?

I meant it as ‘obscene’ is along the lines of the right word to use.

YOU are obscene.

I suppose you aren’t entirely wrong.

I like them a little…. Strange.

…You’re no better, Mr. March.

Yeah, but you like me.

And you’re saying you don’t feel the same?

Perchance I do.

Hm. Perchance.

What? Your wife is barely even fond of you, and now you need someone else to indulge in you? Not that I mind, it’s quite lonely in these walls.

Maybe I do. I need to indulge in someone and someone to indulge in myself. I’m quite bored.

And, uh, perchance you’re still in room 64?

I am indeed.

Maybe I’ll stop by, have a chat with you.

Don’t keep me waiting, James.

You know I never do, boy.

I’ll give that to you. You don’t keep me waiting.

This whole conversation is screaming gay.

Say that to James; I’m fully mildly aware.

Does that bother you or do you like it?

It doesn’t bother me at all.

Huh. Didn’t expect that. Fascinating.

Hm, I suppose, Sally.

Not very talkative, as usual. I see.

You know that I’ve never been talkative.

I do.

Exactly. I’m a man of few words.

Yeah. That’s always been the most annoying thing about you.

I wouldn’t necessarily say annoying.

You wouldn’t. I do. You disappear behind it.

Hm, I suppose you’re right, Sally.