Oh, charming.

cousin victoria?

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breathes.

how i love to wake up to flattery. 🤭

“may i suggest, dear sister, standing further away from me ?”

i'm afraid so.

yes, he's a man of many talents 😌

if by hiding you mean painting, revelries, and travelling . . . then yes. i missed you too, brother.

biting his lip to try to hold in some laughter. . . . that tactic swiftly fails and he chuckles into his hand, coughing to mask the noise. “i shall, ah, spare you the details, then, brother.”

// ok anthony

passed out in the bushes.

never have i seen a man so handsome before

cue some quiet murmurs and groaning. he lifts his head up, eyes still closed. “hmm?”

// so have any of my lovely bridgerton mutuals watched The Sandman by any chance ?

oh no. why is he wet all of a sudden ?

. . . yes, please. he thinks their family has been through enough, as of late.

slowly waking up. hand is lifted to his face, rubbing the spot where he was poked. “hmpf. who is there?”

a heavy hand comes to land on gregory's shoulders, as he shifts, forcing himself to sit up. “sorry, little brother,” comes his slightly slurred words. “m'sorry.”

good evening.