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Iniko glanced up at her, and smiled softly. "That's true." He reached forward, cupped the side of her face, and pulled her to him gently, lightly kissing her, before pulling away, and smirking at her. "Honestly Nieve, you were on my mind so much that a drop in the rooms temp reminded me of you." Before leaning forward and kissing her again, soft, gentle rubs of his lips against hers.

Iniko tried to keep the kisses gentle, but when he was asked if he'd really thought of her that much, he pressed closer and kissed her deeply, pulling away only when he needed air. "Of course I did," He kissed her again, threading his fingers through her hair. Pulling away only a fraction, a breath apart, he murmured onto her lips. "I love you."

Iniko smiled when she said she loved him too, gathering the tiny frozen tears on his fingertips. He'd just opened his mouth to say something when-
"Dinners ready, if you too are done eating each other's faces."
Iniko flushed, adn glared at Jameson. "We were having a moment."
"You're the one that decided you guys wouldn't have separate rooms." Jameson smirked playfully at them as he stepped back into the kitchen.

Iniko blushed a bit when she mentioned what he'd been about to say. "Just that I was glad too." HE noticed her trying to cool her cheeks down, and secretly wished he had some method to do so as well. "He... well, the face part was a reference to our kissing so heatedly, and the separate room part is, like I said, because I decided we should build one big room for the four of us, instead of four smaller rooms."

Iniko cracked an eye open and grumbled, closing it again. His grumble sounded like something closely resembling a caveman's form of 'need coffee', except drinking coffee made Iniko very jittery, so Jameson refused to let him have it.

Wylie woke up at the sound of Nieve's voice, a surprisingly light sleeper, and, following suit, poked Jarlans cheek.

Wylie blinked a bit, then poked him in the side. "You have to, you're holding me down, and we have stuff to do." Wylie glanced over her shoulder at Nieve and shrugged. "What are we gonna do with them?"

"Letussleep." Iniko mumbled in response, pulling Nieve closer, and nuzzling into her neck.

Iniko only raised an eyebrow at her comment about him wanting to see her in a different dress, but managed to refrain himself from making an actual comment. "Alright, I'm up, I'm u-" iniko, who had turned to get out of the bed, overestimated how much bed was left, and fell on a heap onto the floor. "... Apparently I'm down."

Wylie got to her feet, and reached a hand out towards Iniko, her white and red suit wrinkled beyond belief, with blood stains splattering the back of the white jacket.

Iniko, accepting the hand, got to his feet, then turned to Nieve, shrugging.

Jameson walked in at that moment, shoving a small pile of folded clothes towards Wylie. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to wear these to come with. Your suit..."

"Is damaged beyond repair, I know." Wylie took off her jacket to look at it and sigh sadly. Her undershirt, a ruffly brown and red thing, provided ample coverage, but not of her arms. Jameson's eyes widened when, for the first time, he saw the damage. Wylie's arms were undeniably the worst, because she'd had more time to be poked and proded, and less affection from her doctors. The scars were angry and vivid, almost slashes across her forearms. In a few places actual chunks of her flesh were missing from tissue samples, and her veins were more visible than they ought to be. "Thanks." Snapping out of it, Jameson extended the brown fluffy sweater and plain blue jeans towards her. "They're mine, so they'll fit oddly, but you should be tall enough that they aren't too uncomfortable."