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[larcenous]

Who: Aella, anybody.
When: Day 13, late afternoon.
Where: Apartment C.
What: Domestics and mingling.

[Gosh, something sure does smell good in here~.

Aella's by the stove, stirring a cauldron full of bird curry… stew… stuff. She's humming a prayer to some of Sabra's gods as she works.]

Comments

[birdonawire]

[poke poke poke]

[backinaflash]

Duuuude.

[birdonawire]

Yeeees?

[backinaflash]

[smacks your foot]

[birdonawire]

[sets his bowl down and flops backwards, half on top of you]

[backinaflash]

[laughs] How is it that someone so small can actually be so heavy?

[birdonawire]

I'm full of secrets.

[backinaflash]

You did not just make a "Mean Girls" reference.

[birdonawire]

Couldn't resist.

[backinaflash]

Dork.

[birdonawire]

Hey, you recognized it. That makes you culpable in my dorkiness.

[backinaflash]

I'm not the one who quoted it.

[birdonawire]

Doesn't matter.

[backinaflash]

Yeah it does.

[... fluffs your hair so it's big]

[birdonawire]

[laughs and swats at your hand]

[backinaflash]

[grins]

[birdonawire]

[miiight be staring thoughtfully at you behind his sunglasses]

[backinaflash]

[glances briefly over at the doorway. everyone is busy with food, so...



snatches your sunglasses and puts them on his head, over his goggles]

[birdonawire]

—hey!

[grabs for them]

[backinaflash]

[lets you take them back] I think I could make that look work.

[birdonawire]

[doesn't put them back on right away, despite his nervousness — the door's open and people are right there, but...]

... Keep telling yourself that.

[backinaflash]

[...grins, but it's considerably softer than his usual smart-assy grin]

[birdonawire]

[... leans in to kiss you, just a light peck]

[backinaflash]

[is okay with this]

[birdonawire]

[good]