It's late; far later than the lights are generally on in the living room. But on they are, even though the fireplace has died down to its embers. There are some files on the coffee table, and a half-finished grocery list. One pile of neatly folded clothes occupies the armchair, while basketful of unfolded laundry sits on the floor beside it
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The hand of that arm is firmly on top of 'Dora's left breast.
It's kind of like a security blanket that way.
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But there may, in fact, be some movement at the end of the couch.
Beside Bernard's feet.
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"Wussadoin," Bernard murmurs, wiggling his toes.
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Hiss is enthralled.
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Then the infernal toe-rustling starts up again.
"...Touchin' my toes."
More concerted wriggling and a near-kick.
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Hiss, finally frustrated by all the movement, secures his amusement by taking the corner of Bernard's sock between his jagged teeth.
This way he can nuzzle and munch all at once.
One of Bernard's eyes slides open.
"Whuh."
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"Ngh."
There is that movement at his foot again.
His hand is in a good place though.
He lifts his head, licking his lips stickily.
"Ah sssssssssssssshit."
There is gentle kicking.
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Hiss glares at Bernard over the side of his foot.
Bernard kicks again.
"Get off!"
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Grey eyes glare sternly into beady red ones.
Hiss would appear to be sulking.
"Sod off."
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"Shitfuck. 2AM."
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She sighs and turns over, throwing an arm over her eyes.
"Should we go t'bed?"
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