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 Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:37 pm
When he touched her, she did flinch, one hand twitching as if to shove him away; but Tate tucked her hand back between her elbow and her body. No, she wouldn't hit Ladon; she would never, ever hit Ladon. Ever. Not even if he continued to poke and prod--which it seemed like he wasn't. He'd gotten it! Her expression was nakedly grateful when she did look up.
"It's all right," she said after a long moment. And it was, actually; she wasn't going to apologize for reacting as she did, but she wasn't going to bite off poor Ladon's head, either. She could be reasonable, couldn't she? Tate shifted to put her hand over his for a couple of seconds; almost immediately she realized that if Zach were to walk in, he'd probably get the wrong idea. So she let Ladon's hand go, looked back to the oven. "They're probably not done yet. Unless you wanna take out the trays and eat the dough, we should probably wait."
Still, she took his hand and stood up. "Let's try and avoid pain, huh?" Incident not forgotten, but hopefully smoothed over.
Tate crossed to the oven and cracked it open. Just as she'd said, the cookies were only just starting to spread out. "So are we eating them half-baked and telling Uncle Ivan goblins did it?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:02 pm
Nearly falling over, he heaved her up and brought her back to her feet. Glad for it, he tried to smooth everything over with a small smile. It was the least he could do after coming here and making everything worse. At least he knew there was a line he couldn’t cross with Tate, and one he wouldn’t ever pass over until she allowed him. For now, he was just relieved to have her back. For once in his life, he didn’t like seeing someone smaller than he was, and he didn’t want to see his friend huddled up in a ball. It was like she was trying to protect herself, and he wondered if it was from him.
As she moved to the oven, he raised his hand a moment and flexed it. It still felt warm from when she held it.
“Ah, we can steal a few. I’ve always been partial to trolls myself. Let’s say they live under the sink.” He slipped his hand beside him and moved to the oven, fetching themselves a few napkins and a spatula to steal a few cookies while Ivan wasn’t guarding it.
As the warm smell of chocolate chip cookies issued out from the oven, he breathed out and helped pull off some of the mushy cookies onto their napkins to eat, feeling much better than he did when he first arrived. He had a better idea of who he would be going after. The good-for-nothings that lived in this city, they would be his target. That way, maybe, he and Tate could go to the park at night sometime in the future and not have to worry about senshi or anything else. She was right to say he had to protect himself, to let him come first, but maybe there was room in that equation for a friend, too. He liked to think so.
[Fin]
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