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[untempered]

Who: anyone
When: Day 27, evening
Where: Apartment Z
What: TABLEGASM

[So there's been drama, there's been hangovers, there's been nature violence and there's been the drudgery of daily life. But who cares about that. The door to Z is open and Noric is in the middle of the room, studying the ebony, fancy looking furniture item that just appeared there.]

...I'm almost loathe to admit this... but I kind of want to sleep on it, just because I can.

[Oh yes. Apartment Z got a table.]

Comments

[untempered]

So you get jealous of inanimate objects.

[intellectum]

Maybe I just wanted to read them and I was jealous of you.

[untempered]

[maybe you are jealous that I want to sleep on a table instead of on you]

Oh, certainly.

[intellectum]

[keep telling yourself that]

Hmph.

[untempered]

It's too low for chairs. [shrug] But, I hardly think we need them right now.

[intellectum]

[examining it now]

I think we have problems with our priorities.

[untempered]

Why? We have our toilet and shower now.

[intellectum]

Well, that was good.

And we have a table.

[untempered]

The opportunity presented itself, that's all.

And yes, we do.

[intellectum]

[grins]

[untempered]

Still no real bedding, though. And I don't know about you, but I got terrible bruises from the stone floor after last night.

[intellectum]

[flushes slightly, clearing his throat]

Then that'll be next.

[untempered]

Mmh. Do you want to look into that, then?

[intellectum]

Sure.

[untempered]

I'm still interested in clothes... though we can at least rinse our things in the shower now while we aren't wearing them.

[intellectum]

Then are you getting clothes or am I?

[untempered]

I think it makes sense to get our own. So that the size is right.

[intellectum]

Ah, point.

[untempered]

Yes...

[casts a look at Heron as he goes to set up in the other bedroom]

Could you-- come with me for a second?

[intellectum]

[?]

Sure.

[untempered]

[going into their bedroom then]

[intellectum]

[hokay]

What's wrong?

[untempered]

[puts his hands up, placating]

Nothing. It's just something between you and me, that's all.

[intellectum]

[waits. (im)patiently]

Well?

[untempered]

Well.

[slightly hesitant and nervous]

You know how we spoke this morning, about trying for ... [vague hand gesture] a relationship?