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[calescent]

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

Comments

[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.

[salt_of_the]

Snugs.

"Also possibly there should be a responsible conversation instead of just flirting, because, primes, politics, bleah? Should there be that because of those?"

[free_flowing]

"Yeah, I guess." He shrugs. "Responsible conversation now, or responsible conversation later before we get into anything?"

[salt_of_the]

"Later, I think, right now I'm already processing - stuff." She sighs. "I knew he was dying, but..."

[free_flowing]

"Yeah."

Hugs? Hugs.

[salt_of_the]

Hugs.

After a while: "I guess you should get dressed and we should go say hi to everybody. And I should collect Mud, I don't like leaving him alone this long."

[free_flowing]

"Okay."

He kisses her on the cheek, gets out of her lap, and goes to find some clothes - plenty of options in his room, so there's no good reason to put the old ones back on if he doesn't feel like it. A nice matching shirt and kilt, Thiyecine-style, purple with blue trim. Perfect.