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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.]

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[untempered]

But this was meant to be...

[intellectum]

Meant to be what?

[untempered]

...better than this.

[pulls away slightly, enough to find where the vine is and take it in his hand. a twinge of disappointment in himself.]

[intellectum]

I don't see a problem with this.

[untempered]

That's not funny.

[intellectum]

I wasn't trying to be.

[untempered]

Generally one doesn't... doesn't start such things by crying all over the other person.

[intellectum]

[firm]

You needed it. And it's not only about me, it's about you as well.

[untempered]

[... :( wiping at his face]

[intellectum]

[smiles]

Think of this as my part in the courting ritual.

[untempered]

[shaky laugh]

A new custom?

[intellectum]

Well, you know me and customs. I was terrible at adhering to them.

[untempered]

Maybe you'll do better at creating them.

[intellectum]

Maybe.

[untempered]

[shifts a little, folding his arms around Xavier and resting his head on his shoulder.]

[intellectum]

[runs his hands through Noric's hair]

[untempered]

[muffled]

I do want you.

[intellectum]

I know.

[untempered]

And... I want to sleep through a night, without waking.

[intellectum]

We'll work on it.

[untempered]

It's enough to start with.

[intellectum]

Mm.

[untempered]

[pulls back a bit, looking at him]

I don't want to be as lost as I was back then.

[intellectum]

You won't be.

[untempered]

[smiles weakly]