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I appreciate it. The food, I mean. You didn't have to.
My sense of adventure is just fine, thanks. [ Yep, still totally grimacing. ]
I wasn't about to just let you lay there and starve.
Oh, dear. I've spoiled the mood, haven't I?
Well, let's be fair. The mood was already headed downhill when we mentioned that weird guy.
I thought we weren't mentioning him anymore. You just broke your own rule.
[ Immediately: ] Shit. He ruins everything.
[ Aaand the smile widens. ] Or what? You'll bury me in blankets and feed me to death?
[ At that, he affects a pout. ] I really have. You should be nice to me.
Yes. It's a terrible way to go. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Should I now? What would you like me to do then, hm?
I'll have to take your word for it. To me, it just sounds cozy.
[ It's at that point, though, that his stomach makes itself known and complains a bit. ]
-- Sorry.
[ It's at that point, though, that his stomach makes itself known and complains a bit. ]
-- Sorry.
[ He puts his hands on her hips, and drops his voice low again. ]
Pretty sure we were on the right track, before.
Pretty sure we were on the right track, before.
Apologize to your stomach, not me. I've only been telling you to eat for how long now?
Oh, riiiight. I remember now.
[ She resumes sliiiiding her hands up under his shirt, scraping her nails oh-so-lightly against his skin ]
[ She resumes sliiiiding her hands up under his shirt, scraping her nails oh-so-lightly against his skin ]
[ He makes a face at her, not unlike one a five-year-old would make if he were dead set on being particularly difficult.
Buuuut he takes the food, though after the first bite, he does mumble good-naturedly, ] Worrywart.
Buuuut he takes the food, though after the first bite, he does mumble good-naturedly, ] Worrywart.
[ His breath hitches again, and he shoots her an appreciative smile. ]
Glad I could jog your memory.
Glad I could jog your memory.
[ She smiles a little ] What are friends for?
My experience with friends has been pretty slim, but so far? Seems mostly like they're meant to pull your ass out of the fire.
Pretty nice, so far.
Pretty nice, so far.
Truly, where would I be without you? [ She grins back, and works the fabric of his shirt up enough to plant some kisses along his torso and chest. ]
That was a rhetorical question.
But I agree- it's been pretty nice so far. [ you know, aside from that... whatever happened earlier. ]
But I agree- it's been pretty nice so far. [ you know, aside from that... whatever happened earlier. ]
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