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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 5:30 pm
Within the box were quite a few boy's clothes, including barely-worn jeans and a few nice, soft sweaters. The one on top was a dark indigo color, still very rich. Mireille watched the clothes as her stomach did a sad little flop. Things... just didn't last, did they?
"They don't seem to stay children very long at all," she murmured softly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 6:17 pm
"I wouldn't know," Wapasha said quietly. "Not yet. I suspect I'll agree with you, however, once the egg hatches." He lifted some of the clothes, holding up the dark indigo sweater. "Boy or girl, I think it'll like this. At least to start off with."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 6:52 pm
"That was Jules' favorite," Mir murmured, reaching out to touch the sweater again. "It'd be very nice to see it on someone else, rather than letting it rot away in my closet." Her eyes held a wistful look, and she pulled her hand back after a moment, moving to pick up another cracker.
"You'll have to come back often. I'm quite sure Jules will want to cook for you and your little one."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 6:57 pm
That sounded rather like a dismissal, but Wapasha wasn't entirely certain. He hesitated on the seat, then pressed the sweater into the box and set the box aside. "Should I be going, then?" he finally asked, curiously.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:03 pm
Mir blinked at the question, then blushed, running a hand through her hair as she sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm really not very good at this... entertaining guests thing anymore, without Julien around. No, please, if you'd like to stay, the company is very welcome. I'm just an old woman who doesn't quite remember how everything goes, anymore, you know?" she said wryly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:09 pm
"You are not old," Wapasha countered, with more heat than he really meant to have. "But I'd love to stay longer and talk more. I'm not very good at being company, so this is a little awkward for me, but I'll give it my best shot."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:12 pm
Mir blinked, her blush deepening at the heated reply, and she found herself ducking her head, almost hiding behind the hair that fell around her face as she told herself to stop acting like a silly schoolgirl or an old maid. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like," she assured him after a moment, drawing a breath and lifting her head to look at him once more.
"In fact, if you'd like to stay for dinner, I've got a roast in the oven. And I'm quite sure that we can find somewhere comfortable for your egg?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:17 pm
Wapasha grinned, not really seeming to notice Mir's embarrassment. "Heck, I can just stick it in the oven once the roast is done," he offered, snickering. "The egg'll love it. It'd love a fire even more, but an oven will do just fine."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:48 pm
"When Jules gets home, I'm quite sure he'd be happy to set up the barbeque?" Mir said, her voice slightly hesitant. It still seemed so... foreign to her, the idea of cooking an Ashe egg. But one thing she'd learned about Ashes... they didn't conform to the standards of the world as SHE knew them!
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:56 pm
"If it comes out with its brain over easy, I am going to laugh my arse off," Wapasha decided, a flash of a grin on his lips.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:01 pm
Mir blinked, then found herself joining in the laugh. "As long as you honestly don't think it'll hurt it. Jules couldn't live with himself."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:04 pm
"I doubt it will be hurt. In fact, I get the rather emphatic sense that it wants to be in that kind of heat right now. It's an impatient sort of thing... but I would be, too, if I needed something and couldn't communicate it," Wapasha mused after a few long moments.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:09 pm
Mireille started to say more, then blinked as the back door opened and closed. "Mir," Jules called out, setting his bag down on the kitchen table. "I'm home! Smells good in here... oh hey! I didn't realize we were having company for dinner," he grinned as he made his way to the living room, brightening when he saw Wapasha. "That egg still okay?"
Mir listened to the chatter for a moment, smiling in amusement and relief as Julien took over conversation, letting her just sit back and watch.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:12 pm
Wapasha shot a wink at Mir, then lifted the basket that held the egg. "Hello, Julien. I'm not sure why it insists it wants to be baked, but if the migraine it's threatening me with is any indication, I should probably stick it in the oven pretty soon. It definitely doesn't like to get cold."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:16 pm
"Heat affinity, hmm?" Julien asked thoughtfully, reaching to pick up the egg and peer at it. "I take it high heat won't hurt it?" he asked, casually moving to set a hand on Wapasha's shoulder and patting a couple of times. As he did, he tried to gently will his powers into the man, wanting to soothe the headache he'd complained of.
Mir watched Julien make Wapasha feel at home and smiled, blushing a bit when she caught the wink Wapasha offered her and moving to start gathering up their snack. "Dinner should be ready soon."
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