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Direct from Darlene's Wendy headed home, back to her small apartment that wasn't anywhere near as homey as Cid's place (but served as her hiding place when she needed to be alone). The only reason she kept their turtles there was to find a way to force herself to come by.

She had time before he would get there and spent that time fiddling around with things and ignoring that her phone was blowing up since she'd changed her status to In A Relationship and changed her picture to one of her and Cid. The picture wasn't odd- the status was definitely new.

In fact she'd just gone ahead and turned off Facebook notifications in the meantime.

Wendy was feeling good about the change actually, figured she'd get more into Cid's good books (because his sad face hurt her heart). And she knew at this point his parents (mother at least) had seen. They would be thrilled.

Now she was assessing her apartment because while grand relationship gestures didn't work on her- it was easier for her to accept making the big decision herself than feeling like she was being forced into making a choice on the spot.

Mostly she was looking forward to having Cid arrive and be happy at the public online changes, but so far their texting had been normal and he hadn't actually mentioned it.

Wendy, in her assessing of her apartment, had assessed that didn't she didn't own much of anything that wasn't portable. Her furniture was a bit cheap, her clothes probably most of her belongings, and half of them were already at Cid's. Most of her true swag sat in boxes in a storage space because when she'd moved in here she'd never bothered to bring and and set up all her collectibles.

She'd never found the time.

She hadn't actually thought about it until then. She barely even lived here besides to see the turtles, over which she stood when Cid came in, offering a lettuce leaf for Leonardo to reach slowly up for and snap his mouth on.

"Nasir sent veggies for the turdies." She glanced over her shoulder for him only to see him looking a bit put out.

Hmph. He was supposed to not be.

"Got food. Got beer..." Wendy turned to greet with a finger through his belt loop and kiss. "What's wrong?"

She didn't like the stepping back, no not at all. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. Except he asked that question. It wasn't the first time. She, perhaps, in the past may have scoffed or said something like 'why' or 'you know I like my space'... but since she'd been assessing- well she'd pretty much decided already.

"Yeah, alright." Wendy was way too agreeable about it, like it was a given.

"Is that why you're all funky?" He brows rose over her glasses and then she snorted, "You haven't been online today, have you?"

She watched him, smirking to herself a bit and still holding him by the belt loops as she weaved about in place in her bare feet and waited. She was surprised he hadn't gotten something from his mom because she'd been pretty sure she'd a comment ping from Cuinn on her personal account (not the work fanpage).

Wendy wouldn't mention speaking to Borr. She needed her little indulgences. Maybe she'd let it slip later but for now she wanted to seem like the good girlfriend and not the one who needed to be admonished to commit.

He was especially adorable when he figured it out.

"All my stuff's pretty much at your place anyway." Said like, duh it's so not a big deal.

Wendy smiled against his lips and the kiss, returning it in a steady chain of small smooches, "Not sure if you're cuter sulky... or blushy happy.."

Another kiss, more solid and steady, before the dark haired woman broke away, "But your taste in women is ******** terrible."

Cause she was the worst.

"Cute as a button and a glutton for punishment.." Her hands unhooked from his belt loops and rested on Cid's cheeks, rubbing his stubble lightly because she always enjoyed it.

"I'm sorry I'm the ******** worst.."

"And all the toys are at your place too." She snorted wryly before shaking her head, "You can't even see me correctly right now can you. Where're your freakin glasses?"

He did get a bit hopeless when he got into a mood. Including the couple days scruff and the mess his hair was in (though bigger the better in her opinion, he had a nice head of hair).

Wendy's fingers slid up to sift into Cid's hair and straighten it a bit. She kissed him again, reassurance, and leaned back a few inches on her heels, "We can just relocate if you want. Food is still packed up and... we can bring the turtles?"

And worry about the rest later. His place was much better. Their place.

Wendy finally backed away and her hands slipped off of Cid. She turned and moved across the room to slip back into her shoes.

"On Kotaku I saw a guy who built his tortoise a replica of Jurassic park to live in." She pursed her lips and gave him a look that said we will do better.

"How does the turtle's sewer sound?"