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Cerridwen: *tired sigh, hugs Michael, putting her head on his shoulder*
Michael: "Honey, honey, honey." He stroked her hair.
Cerridwen: "Don't be hurt, hon, but...I don't want to think about this for a while. Just...let it be, and think about better things." Small smile.
Michael: He bit his lip for a moment. "Okay. What would you like to do?"
Cerridwen: Closes her eyes. "Lu and I were talking to Samael. I was...he told me to go. not his fault but..." looks away
Cerridwen: "Something simple. Fun. Go out , I'm not sure. Even driving or swimming again. If you feel you can. Or, stay in and relax."
Michael: He thought about it for a minute. To be honest, being out in public wasn't his first choice. he didn't feel....right, and that was never a good sign. "Would you mind if we stayed in? Maybe watch a movie? order out?" Hmmm, how does one order out on this plane of existence?
Cerridwen: *smiles* I keep hearing that we *need* to see certain movies. The Lady Arcana's seems to be "Labyrinth"...have you ever seen that? Movie and order out sounds good. I can 'poof ' to somewhere to get food easy enough.
what'd you like?
Michael: Thinks back. "Not sure...could watch it anyway." He smiled. "Just as long as you 'poof' back." His eyes glittered a moment. "You can go poof and I'm the poofy monster. We are a pair."
Michael: "Good ol'pizza sounds fine to me."
Cerridwen: *laughs* All right. what'd you want on yours? and what to drink?
Cerridwen: *tiny smirk* I'd suggest you not try to drink me under the table either. Fair warning.
Michael: "I don't mind. Go for the lot." His eyes widened a little. "Wouldn't think of it, love. There are lots of other things I'd like to do to you under the table instead."
Cerridwen: *soft laugh* hm. Well, then. Be right back with those. *poofs out and returns in a few minutes with pizza, cold soda and beer, and a copy of Labyrinth
Michael: "Talk about service." He'd managed to drag himself off the floor and into a change of clothes, straightening up the room. Poofing...yes, poofing up some cushions and lining up for some serious lounging about. "Your divan awaits, m'dear."
Cerridwen: *sets the boxes and so on down, sits down, smiling* "Why thank you..." batting her eyelashes, exaggerated.
Michael: From behind his back he produced a single daisy flower he'd conned flying red thing into grabbing for him. "It's not a rose, but any flower would pale when compared with your beauty, love."
Cerridwen: *melts, tender smile as she takes it*
Cerridwen: ...thank you...*softly*
Michael: He smiled. "You're welcome, love." And leaning over he kissed her gently.
Cerridwen: *kissed him back, eyes shining*
Michael: "Now, I think we should eat before the food gets cold." He picked up the movie she'd brought back. He frowned. "Did videos shrink?"
Cerridwen: "Different format. DVDs. They're new-ish."
Michael: Raised eyebrow. "oh, okay. I think I'll let you fix that up while I go grab us some plates and glasses."
Cerridwen: No, cold pizza wouldn't be good All right. *takes the DVD and goes over to the player, looking thoughtful* Gadgets not one of your interests?
Michael: Michael blinked, suddenly faced with a flashback at those words. "Um, uh, no." Liar. He swallowed and disappeared in search of the required crockery.
Cerridwen: *pops the DVD in, scrutinizes the controls and hits play. Looks at the other DVDs in the rack, curiously* "I hope you're not one of those who have to have the TV remote within reach at all times..." joking
Michael: He came back in with a couple of plates and glasses. "Hah! It is built into the male constitution, m'dear. Thou shalt have control of the TV set. 'S what we traded for the twelfth rib, you know. Oh, that and the lovely sight I see before me." He grinned. "Other than the pizza."
Cerridwen: "Oh, really? Hadn't realized that." Smirks. "Well, you got your ..rib's worth, so to speak." She hands over the remote, setting it on the table next to the food
Cerridwen: I like your constitution just fine, so let's not mess with it
Michael: He wrapped an arm around her waist. "Hmm, I'm set. Remote in one hand, lovely Cerri in the other....okay, let's eat."
Cerridwen: *opens one of the pizza boxes* help yourself...* as the movie starts* leans back against him slightly* .*hugs round his shoulders*...
Michael: he nabbed a slice of pizza and idly nibbled on it. He held her close as the movie started.
Cerridwen: *sipped at her drink, half her attention on Michael, half on the screen*
Michael: "So any idea of why we're supposed to watch this particular movie?"
Cerridwen: No, not really. She seemed to think it'd be good--enjoyable, and worth watching ..said there was wisdom in the story as well as fun, I think
Michael: "Okay. Assuming I don't get distracted."
Cerridwen: *glances at him, impish look* No?
Michael: Raised eyebrow. "No, what?"
Cerridwen: You? Distracted?"
Michael: "Well, you have to admit that the Tv has little chance when set up in comparison to you." Grin. God, he was laying it on thick tonight. All true and well meant of course, but geeesh, should he put up a pre-emptive duck?
Cerridwen: Good to know. *whaps the back of his head* I'd hate to think it was serious competition
Michael: Hmm, maybe he should've. "Ouch." But he was grinning as he rubbed his head. "Be careful, things tend to rattle around in there." And then he was tickling her. You know, the movie wasn't getting much attention at all.
Cerridwen: *Ha!* tickles his ribs, then whapping him with a newspaper*
Michael: "Hey, what's witht he weapons?" Thwaps her with a cushion.
Cerridwen: *still tickling*
Cerridwen: *drops the paper, wrestling for the cushion*
Michael: "Oh ho, who says you can have this cushion? This cushion is my cushion and if you want it, you're going to have to fight me for it." challenging grin.
Cerridwen: Oh, really? *evil grin* I say. *tugging* and i accept your challenge, SIR...
Michael: He giggled. He actually giggled, tugging on the cushion. "i wonder what's inside this." If they kept tugging like that, they'd soon find out.
Cerridwen: *snickers, batting at his head one-handed to try to distract him, still pulling* That all you got, hot stuff?
Michael: "Oooh, you think I'm hot? And what's with hitting me around the head, young lady? Trying to knock some sense into me?"
Cerridwen: *tugs, and then reaches for something behind him* uh huh. *eyes sparkling* I do..
Michael: "What're you up to?"
Cerridwen: *yank!* and doesn't answer, laughing* Why would I tell you that?
Michael: he eyed her. Anything was possible...literally. Somewhere on the other side of the room Hoggle introduced himself. Michael wasn't really listening. And watching? There were much more interesting activities to watch. Alluring smile. "Cos you love me?"
Cerridwen: Of course i do. But I'm still going to win...
Michael: "Now why doesn't that surprise me?"
Cerridwen: because this is you we're talking about. C'mon, give it up! *laughing*
Michael: "Me? Give up? C'mon, dearie, you should know better than that."
Cerridwen: *drops a handful of marbles down the back of his shirt*
Michael: "Holy crap! Cold! Cheat!"
Cerridwen: "RIiiiiight"
Michael: He wriggled, the cold hard balls lumpy and bumpy on his backbone. "You know, one of these days I'm gonna get me some of those tele-bilities and I am gonna get some revenge."
Cerridwen: "heh. Feel free to try. Age and experience, love. *grins, STILL with the deathgrip on the cushion*
Michael: "But then there are always the old fashioned methods." And finally wriggling a marble or two out the back of his shirt he grabbed them and stuck them down her shirt. "Wanna get me for plagiarism?"
Cerridwen: Imitation is flattery. *Evil smile* *YANK *and dips her finger in the pizza sauce, going for his nose*
Michael: "Woah!" He backed off. You're on a roll tonight, aren't you."
Cerridwen: Yes. *solemn nod* Must be the company i've been keeping
Michael: He eyed her. "I don't know whether to take that as compliment or not."
Cerridwen: *mischievous smile, doesn't answer*
Michael: "You love playing all mysterious, don't you? Maybe i should take a page out of your book?"
Cerridwen: *considers, last half hearted tug, * that'd...be interesting
Michael: He grinned. "You might regret that you know."
Cerridwen: No pain, no gain
Michael: Flat glare. "I'll see what I can come up with."