[ they just laugh a little more at that, and start to roll off of the bed for real. ]
Right, right.
[ and then straighten up, brushing themselves off. ] Business is kinda the point. I really ought to get back to mine, y'know.
[ but of course, as they say that, there's a soft shower of silvery stardust.
... you have a headache.
it's not really an unusual feeling. headaches come and go. this one's tight around your temples, painful, like you've been carrying the weight of something for too long, or... maybe even worse, like you just drank way, way too much the night before. that's not like you - you drink like a fish, but always seem to bounce back from a hangover with little trouble, but today, it is bothering you.
maybe you're just complaining. you say so to the girl beside you, who tells you of a cure that she knows to fix it. you laugh, and tease her - if she punches you in the nose as this magic cure, you're never going to forgive her - but she makes a comment about how of course it's just your face that'd earn her your ire.
you stick your face out for her, though, anyway, a little overdramatic, a little silly, and she presses her fingers into your temples. you can hear the soft jingle of her jewelry, and you find yourself not stiffening up or tensing, but just... relaxing into it, as she rubs your temples, up the line of your brow. she's all warm colors, and smells like flowers, and you...
you close your eyes, and you exhale out.
it's always the little things, isn't it? the things you love the most about her company. the things you've learned to come to trust. as she pulls back from you, you open your eyes, and you smile up at her, and you tell her her fingers are magical, which is incredibly inappropriate, but it makes her laugh, all the same. ]
[ ... oh.
well.
they weren't expecting that, clearly - their shoulders stiffen a bit where they're now standing...
... and then they laugh, a soft huff of it, reaching up to rub their face under their veil. ]
this kind of memory, personal as they are, is always more pleasant. a little warm. leaves him smiling, just slightly, just for a moment, after the end of it.]
You'd deserve it, were I to laugh at you in turn for being ridiculous.
[ the implication of a wink at the end of that sentence, as they summon up their shadows. ] I really do need to head out, though. I'd kiss you goodnight, but, against company policy.
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[it's not that easy.
anyway speaking of him being stupid about feelings it's sunday of memshare. they get a gay one this time.]
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well
they just laugh? they laugh, like they can't help it at first, startled out of them, turning their face into their shoulder. ]
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[SHOVING AT THEM WITH HIS GOOD HAND fuck]
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Hahahaha - ha, sorry. Sorry! Just didn't... whew.
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[he's still a little flustered at that memory, maybe.]
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[ whooo. they're on the edge of the bed now, and they just stay there, reaching up to wipe a tear under their veil. ]
You didn't say it back, huh?
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after a few moments, though:]
Not that day. But I did, eventually.
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Mmmhm. [ indulgent, but they're teasing. ]
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[he mutters, rolling his eyes.
anyway give me one more before the week ends also.]
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Right, right.
[ and then straighten up, brushing themselves off. ] Business is kinda the point. I really ought to get back to mine, y'know.
[ but of course, as they say that, there's a soft shower of silvery stardust.
[ ... oh.
well.
they weren't expecting that, clearly - their shoulders stiffen a bit where they're now standing...
... and then they laugh, a soft huff of it, reaching up to rub their face under their veil. ]
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this kind of memory, personal as they are, is always more pleasant. a little warm. leaves him smiling, just slightly, just for a moment, after the end of it.]
You'd deserve it, were I to laugh at you in turn for being ridiculous.
[he murmurs, but- he doesn't.]
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[ they snort a little, pulling their hand away from their face. ]
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[is what he finally says, still a little quiet.]
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[ the noise is quiet and agreeing. ]
...She is. 's pretty important to me. Think you already knew that, though.
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...you ought to tell me more of her, sometime. When you are not busy.
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Sure. Could probably talk about her all day. Sure you won't get jealous?
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You shouldn't be.
[ the implication of a wink at the end of that sentence, as they summon up their shadows. ] I really do need to head out, though. I'd kiss you goodnight, but, against company policy.
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[he mutters, exasperated.]
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Iunno. Guess we’ll have to figure that out.
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[grumping at them doesn't stop him, though, from adding:]
...I will call for you again, then.
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[ wow.
they give a little wave, though, graceful. ] Feel free to. G'night, Emet.