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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]

...not in a very long time.

[intellectum]

[nods]

[untempered]

[withdraws his hand, running it through his hair.]

...

If Heron is going to stay here, we might finally need to get a door or two for the inner rooms, as well.

[intellectum]

Make him do it.

[untempered]

I am not making him do anything.

[intellectum]

Just suggest it. You know he'll do it anyway

[untempered]

You just want me to do the dirty work.

[intellectum]

I could do it. I have less moral hangups.

[untempered]

Be my guest, then.

[intellectum]

Fine.

[untempered]

...thank you. For letting me do this. [gestures at the vine]

[intellectum]

I didn't let you do anything. I chose this.

[untempered]

I know. I meant... the tradition.

[intellectum]

[shrugs]

I liked it.

[untempered]

I'm glad, then.

[intellectum]

Stop worrying.

[untempered]

...mmm.

[intellectum]

I mean. I'm here. I'm not going to go anywhere. There's no place I want to be but here with you.

[untempered]

I know. ... I'm trying.

[intellectum]

[gently]

I'm not insulting you.

[untempered]

I didn't think you were.

[intellectum]

But you're worried. Normally, you would have charged ahead.

[untempered]

[...laughs]

Nothing's normal anymore.

[intellectum]

No.

But do you want it to be?

[untempered]

[quiet]

It can't be, Xavier.