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[axestrid]

[The PCD feed cuts on to Astrid's hand coming away from the screen as she stalks away and starts pacing. After a while she wanders back and picks it up, smiling oddly at it. She then starts pacing again, the PCD in her hand. She stops, after a while, picking a small tool up and almost absently putting it in the pouch at her hip. She looks at the

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[hiccuphaddock]

[Hiccup lifts an eyebrow at her as he comes into the living room, face smudged with soot. He'd seen her post on the network, though didn't think too much of it.]

Never really took you as big on decorating.

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[axestrid]

[She pauses, squinting and regarding him with an odd expression for a long moment.]

...not necessarily decorating, we just need more things.

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[hiccuphaddock]

[Hiccup grins crookedly at her, moving to the kitchen to wipe his face clean. He drops down into a chair when he makes it back to the living room, shrugging helplessly at Astrid.]

Like what? We've already got a dragon and a smithy. Like.. a training course or something?

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[axestrid]

[She watches him the entire time, her gaze almost predatory.]

...just... things. [And as he sits, she wanders over to stand nearby the chair.]

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[hiccuphaddock]

Such as..? You should be a little more specific.

[He is not slothful, but close -- mostly just tired, and used to Astrid being kind and virtuous thanks to this event.]

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[axestrid]

[And rather promptly, she sits on the arm of the chair, probably uncomfortably close to popping his personal bubble.]

...Maybe decorations wouldn't be terrible. We should just have more things that are ours.

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[hiccuphaddock]

[And, reflexively, Hiccup leans just a little away. He's sort of used to being hit when she gets that close.]

What else could we own? More weapons? A couple of extra fake legs?

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[axestrid]

[She leans slightly to the side, resting her arm on his shoulder leisurely.]

...Anything, really. Everything.

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[hiccuphaddock]

[And then the eyebrows go up.]

Right. I'll, er, keep that in mind. Are you feeling alright, Astrid?

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[axestrid]

[She raises her own at him.]

...Wonderful, actually. How are you? [She's kind of smiling, sidelong at him. Be afraid, Hiccup.]

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[hiccuphaddock]

I'm great. Sort of tired, actually, so I miiight be going to bed now. Goodnight! [Okay, so, he's a little creeped out by the smiling -- but he's going to chalk it up to something in the air via Adstring, and slowly he begins to ease himself to his feet.]

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[axestrid]

[Oh, hey, did I just slide into the chair next to you and partially sit in your lap to prevent you from leaving? So sorry about that, I'll be more careful next time.]

Hey. [That smile is still there.]

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[hiccuphaddock]

[Oh gods. Why can't he live a life where Astrid sliding into his lap and smiling at him like that is a good thing? Why does it have to be so bad? As gently as he can, he presses a ginger hand on her leg and tries to push her away.]

Hey, Astrid.. like I said, really tired, so.. you know, goodnight. Let me know if my snoring keeps you up.

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[axestrid]

[It's not bad, it's just going to make her hide under a rock for the rest of this week. She drops her gaze to his hand on her leg for a moment, and allows him to push at her but doesn't quite move out of his way.]

...just stay for a moment, would you?

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[hiccuphaddock]

[Hiccup eyes her suspiciously.. before he exhales an almost reluctant sigh and nods, leaning back against the backrest of the chair.]

Alright. Staying.. for a moment.

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[axestrid]

[To which she smiles, almost smugly, and swings her legs back over his.]

Good. [One of her hands goes to his hair, and she just kind of watches him for a while.]