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“Why’s there elevator music playing?”
“Because I’ve been on hold for forty five fucking minutes, with the only apparent goal being to drive away the last scraps of my sanity. Changing a fucking mailing address shouldn’t be this difficult. What do you want?” Lambert nearly snarls at Geralt.
“Just had something to tell you, but it can wait,” Geralt mumbles.
“Out with it, pretty boy, it’ll just bug me now.”
“Well, um…” Fuck it, Geralt thinks, closing the space between them to cover Lambert’s lips with his own.
“ Damn ,” Lambert sighs, “took you long enough, pretty boy.”
Geralt just grins.