vision

[calescent]

Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.

Comments

[free_flowing]

"I dunno," Loel says cheerfully. "One of those. Actually you might not have to scurry anywhere, I've probably got paper and a pen around here somewhere. Want to?"

[salt_of_the]

(Nuzzle.) "I brought it up exclusively to string you along and have no other motives whatsoever," she singsongs.

[free_flowing]

He giggles and kisses her nose.

[salt_of_the]

She kisses him on the mouth again, and says, "Paper, pen?"

[free_flowing]

"'Kay."

Regrettably, he has to get out of her lap to go find these things. He kisses her first, then goes rummaging. Patience may feel free to enjoy the view. Shortly thereafter: paper and pen!

[salt_of_the]

Patience does. She does enjoy the view.

Scribble, scribble, scribble.

[free_flowing]

Can he sit in her lap again? He's gonna sit in her lap again.

[salt_of_the]

She approves! She totally approves.

She closes her eyes and kisses his neck again and stirs the papers around blind and picks up two.

She reads them.

"Well, um, I got health, so that's good, but I also got surprise, which is not, and Mom always said not to call it close enough if you get weird draws."

[free_flowing]

"Makes sense," he says, snuggling her some more.

[salt_of_the]

Snuggles! Nuzzles!

Sudden full-body tension and an unhappy involuntary noise!

[free_flowing]

"Hey, what's wrong?" he says, concerned.

[salt_of_the]

Patience is unable to answer at the moment!

She doesn't seem to be trying to shove Loel off her lap, but she is no longer making out with him either.

[free_flowing]

He hugs her, for lack of any better ideas.

[salt_of_the]

"Grandpa's dead."

Pause.

"Or I'm having a weird hallucination."

[free_flowing]

"Aww, Patience," he says, and hugs her again.

[salt_of_the]

Hugs.

Sniffles.

[free_flowing]

Snuggles. Such snuggles. Comforting snuggles, he hopes.

[salt_of_the]

She seems to find them helpful.

"This is weird. This is so weird. Also sort of gross."

[free_flowing]

"Gross like how?"

[salt_of_the]

"The knowing all the - flesh - things. It kind of covers a lot of stuff."

[free_flowing]

"Huh, I guess it would," he muses. "Knowing blood things is a little weird too, but it's not that gross. I mean, or I just don't gross that easy."

[salt_of_the]

"Maybe a combination? And also blood is basically one kind of thing, I think? Tubes and blood and that's it. There's definitely kinds of flesh."

[free_flowing]

Loel giggles.

[salt_of_the]

She gives him an apologetic sort of nuzzle. "So, um, mood killer twice over, let's reschedule for Sometime After I Am Used To This And There Has Been A Funeral I Guess."

[free_flowing]

"Yeah," he says, cuddling her some more.