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[diamondhack]

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[wethrinaer]

Undead. [there, he said it]

[diamondhack]

[She clicks her tongue.] I didn't come here to discuss the finer points of your living situation.

[wethrinaer]

You're the one who started it off by calling me a relic.

[diamondhack]

You're the one who ruined my fun of a good story. But you still are a relic.

[wethrinaer]

I refuse to agree with that.

[diamondhack]

You're over a thousand years older than I am, you should be in a museum.

[wethrinaer]

I beg your pardon.

[diamondhack]

[She's grinning so hard and trying to stifle it but it's not going very well.] You should beg for my pardon.

[wethrinaer]

You really should stop making me older than I am. I'll gain a complex at this rate.

[diamondhack]

[She kisses the edge of his lips.] You know I don't mean it. Mostly.

[wethrinaer]

Mostly. [he turns his head, though, and sits up enough to kiss her properly - quickly - before laying back down]

[diamondhack]

[She settles in more properly next to him, halfway sprawling as if this is indeed her own throne.

He is, decidedly, more comfortable than he ought to be.] I should probably be going. [She's obviously making no move to do so, but somehow she thinks Warriorhead will spring a mission on her or the rest of the team in the dead of night.] As much as I don't want to.

[wethrinaer]

Well, I'm not going to make you.

[he says, helpfully. Not that he'd be much conversation later on; his voice was already back on its way to fading again, and it'd be terrible if he couldn't talk during a mission. Well, maybe not terrible, but inconvenient. Either way, though]

[diamondhack]

You're so helpful.

[She wouldn't mind the silence, honestly. She has half a mind to fall asleep right now.]

[wethrinaer]

[he just smiles at her, wide and innocent]

[diamondhack]

[She just gives him a look before closing her eyes.

Sorry she's crashing out here.]

[wethrinaer]

[please, as if he actually minds]