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 Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 8:10 pm
Solange cleaned up as much as she could at the time, and wipe her hands off on her legs, leaving smears of blood on the dark skin. Her spaded tail slipped around the chair leg when she leaned forward, putting her elbows on the bed beside him. She reached out to take his hand in both of hers. "It won't be that bad. The fridge if stocked, I've got plenty of beer, and I've got some video games. I'll set it all up for you so it'll be close at hand before I leave."
She laughed and shook her head, a wide smirk on her face. "Sounds like my kind of logic! Maybe I'll get to see the new Zev in person." When she moved to better situate herself, Solange kicked the beer that had been sitting in her floor. "Fuuuuu- I forgot about that." With a groan, she stooped to grab the handle on the case, and stood, gathering up her gear with her. Might as well get it cleaned up now before she passed out somewhere. "How do you feel? Need another hit?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 8:13 pm
"Careful there babe, only one of us is allowed to be hurt at any time, so the other can take care of them." he carefully shifted his bulk off to a side, and he patted the bed.
"I'm fine for now. Still really out of it feeling wise. For now just c'mere. I'm taking up most of the bed, but I'll happily tolerate any pain that comes from you being here next to me."
Who knew he could get that much out without swearing?
He yawned lightly, eyes drooping though he struggled against it, waiting to see what she was doing...only to lose the battle within moments and pass back out from it all. It was for the best anyhow.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 8:18 pm
Solange tossed the beer in the fridge, left her equipment on the counter, and snuffed out the light. With a careless action, she closed her hands over the candles, snuffing out their oxygen source before slipping onto the mattress next to Urban. She was careful of his wounds, but with it's size...well, she couldn't give him much space.
By the time she was even able to think about sleep he was already out of it. With a worried smile, Solange slipped the covers over them both. Still, as worried as she was about him, it felt nice to be in the same bed as him. He loved her, he'd said it! So this...this was right. This was good.
This was ******** perfect.
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