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[tucky]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Tiffany's door.]

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[mentornomore]

[He wishes he could shift in front of her. Though maybe it's better. He doesn't want to know what his wings would feel like. He just reaches down with a slightly shaky hand to hoist her in if she wants.]

Too tired to talk much.

[tucky]

That's okay.

[She takes his hand and uses it to pull herself up; she tries to do it carefully and not jostle him, but she ends up tumbling in.]

Shit. Sorry.

[mentornomore]

[If there's an upside to the eerie nature of this malady, it's that his injuries barely seem attached to anything. He died messy, and everything hurts, but there are no bruises to bump or wounds to jostle, exactly. A bit of tugging and tumbling can't really make it worse. And now she's essentially in a gently swinging bowl of pillows big enough for three or four raksura, even in shifted form. As long as not too many of them are mature queens or older consorts.]

That's alright. I meant it about not being fun, though.

[tucky]

So did I.

[She tucks herself comfortably down among the pillow, rolling over to face him.]

I was thinking I'd lie here for a while, maybe.

[mentornomore]

[He rests his fingers in her hair, but he's not even up to that much cuddling. The skin that was burned and now simply hurts for the hell of it makes that difficult.]

That's what it's for.

[tucky]

It's nice.

[She brushes her fingers against his, then against his cheek.]

You're nice, too.

[mentornomore]

You're very sweet.

[He'd rather just whine, but Tiff makes him behave himself a bit.]

[tucky]

Not all the time. Just sometimes.

[mentornomore]

So far, then. Wish I could be more hospitable.

[tucky]

Who says you need to be? You fucking died. Anyone'd be upset.

[mentornomore]

I don't know if that counts as an excuse not to be polite to visitors, though.

[tucky]

I think it does.

And you're being polite to me.

[mentornomore]

You know, you bite less than most of the women I know.

[Which could be relevant to both statements, really.]

[tucky]

That a good or a bad thing?

[mentornomore]

It's feeling nice right now, anyway.

[He's probably being unfair. Even Stone wouldn't chase him out of bed right after he'd died. But he enjoys feeling put upon.]

[tucky]

[Tiffany starts to lightly pat his hair, still trying to be as gentle as possible. She knows from experience how death tolls feel, and since she doesn't know how he died, she has no way of knowing where it hurts the most. Better to be safe than sorry.]

Well, I ain't gonna bite somebody who's recovering. But I ain't a big biter normally.

... I could be, though. If you wanted me to be.

[mentornomore]

That doesn't sound so bad. I think. I think I've confused my metaphor, or it wasn't a very good one in the first place.

[tucky]

I thought you were talking about sex stuff.

[mentornomore]

It was in there. I'm tired. Soon as I feel better, though. I'll be more up to it then.

[tucky]

I wasn't trying to hit on you right now.

[mentornomore]

I didn't really think you... I should stop talking until my brain turns back on.

[tucky]

[She turns her head against one of the pillows, hiding her grin.]

Okay.

[mentornomore]

[He continues lazily playing with her hair.]

Thanks for coming, though.

[tucky]

Mmhm.

[She nuzzles against his hand.]

I like it when you do that.

[mentornomore]

Good. It's about what I can do.

[It'd be too tiring if it weren't having a useful effect.]