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014. [RL with Shiro]
[ She's lying on the couch, tossing Haro up and down; she's still a bit shaken from-- well, dying-- but is more frustrated than anything else. It would have been fun if she hadn't had to worry about Michael, and then to learn she had just been yanked around and the whole thing didn't even count and she'd lost three days in there and everyone had seen her all dirty and covered with blood-- she was, in essence, incredibly cranky. ]
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Yeah, don't want to let the air out. 's hot today, ain't it?
[He allowed himself to be dragged inside, and kicked the door shut behind him.]
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[Seeing as she had already pulled his face near to hers, he ducked closer and kissed her.]
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[At least he felt able to joke now, and he even chuckled a little. He was probably hugging her a little too hard, though, like he was scared she'd slip out of his grasp. He kissed her mouth again briefly, and then kissed her nose, her forehead, her cheek - hell, he'd kiss every little freckle if he could. He was just so goddamn glad she was okay.]
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I need a real man, you know! Real men don't lie! [ But she was obviously teasing, happy to be getting his complete attention ]
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