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]

Ooh. That was a good choice. He sighs happily.

[salt_of_the]

"Is this a 'we make out for a while and then you put your clothes on and we go hang with some primes' or is it a 'while one of us still has clothes on, that person should scurry out of the room to find something to write 'health' and 'fertility' and 'luck' and 'surprise' on so we can put them in a bowl and see what we're looking at for today'?"

[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.