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[danceswithgoths]

There's a pile of mail waiting by the entryway as Miki steps into the apartment. Keeping said pile of mail company is a very small potted palm tree. A star and rope of garland made of tinfoil and spray painted shaped pasta adorns the little tree. Smiling, Miki picks it up and takes it over to an orange crate by the window, flipping the light-switch

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[danceswithgoths]

"It likely is, just something that bears commenting on is all." As hell, she was part of that riff-raff, and rather proud of that fact. The kiss prompts some very gentle nuzzing, it's terribly good to be and in good company.

There is also a deep and abiding appreciation of central heating going on, but that's not really here nor there.

There's a grateful weariness about her as she answers,"If you're not adverse to staying, I'd quite appreciate it." The implied continuation of the statement being that she really doesn't feel like knocking about in an empty space at the moment.

[bloodtie]

"Of course not." He says while accepting the spate of nuzzles, with a quiet laugh. "Though perhaps it may be a good idea to get some rest, sometime soon..."

[danceswithgoths]

She murmurs a quick, "Thank you," before casting a gaze over at the bathroom. The shower, it doth beckon mightily. With a nod, she looks back over at Basch.

"After I've had a go at the shower, rest sounds passing splendid." Pausing, she stifles a yawn, "You'll be able to keep yourself entertained?"

[bloodtie]

Basch pulls away a little and looks around; modest forehead-rubbing goes here. He's sure she had a book or two that he could pass interest in (and comprehend the words of without too much difficulty).

He gives her a bit of a crooked smile and nods. "I think I'll manage."

[danceswithgoths]

"Very good." Returning the grin, she leans up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. That done, she makes for the shower. It is time to get clean and smell of her own soap again.

Huzzah!

[bloodtie]

He sticks his hands in his pockets and watches her leave the room, then after standing there for a few moments, begins to canvas for a book. Book, book, book.

Hey, there's one, by the couch. He sits down, rubs his eyes, then leans forward to pick it up. Upon further inspection it doesn't have a jacket or introductory pages, rather simply scrawled with a .10 -- PUBLIC LIBRARY stamp on the first chapter's opening page. Public library. Huh.

Basch proceeds to lean back into the cushion and read.

"Before Breakfast

"Where's Papa going with that ax?" said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.

"Out to the hoghouse," replied Mrs. Arable. "Some pigs were born last night."

"I don't see why he needs an ax," continued Fern, who was only eight. "Well," said her mother, "one of the pigs is a runt. It's very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it."

"Do away with it?" shrieked Fern. "You mean kill it? Just because it's smaller than the others?"His

[danceswithgoths]

Time spent in a shower is really some of the most worthwhile time in the course of a person's day. You're excused from having to deal with anything but the most dire of happenings, there's plenty of warmth to go around, and if you play it right everything smells simply marvelous.

And so it is largely due to the aforementioned glory and the fact that she has ridiculously long hair, that Miki winds up spending a good forty minutes or so getting clean. Another ten are spent in mortal combat with the tangles of her hair, some rather blue language attesting to its tenacity and battle skills.

But soon after that, she saunters out, smelling all nice and pretty and looking damn well wiped.

[bloodtie]

No doubt that Miki does smell very nice, but this will have to wait for later, considering poor Basch is rather wiped in his own right. (He was good until about fifteen minutes in, honest.)

Fast asleep, stretched out on his back and snoring quietly, he has a hand on his stomach and the other hanging over the edge of the sofa, a copy of a jacketless book she may recognize as Charlotte's Web laying just beneath his fingertips. He was apparently reading, and dropped it.

As this kind of thing is known for doing, sleep takes about a good five years off of him.

Miki apparently isn't the only one this whole ordeal has exhausted, from the look of things.

[danceswithgoths]

It would certainly seem as though such is rather the case! Though maybe the couch isn't the best place for nap-time, as it does tend to give a body a crick in the neck.

As one is wont to do, the girl steps quietly over before perching on the arm of the couch. It is an important sort of bonding (and in many ways binding) thing to watch someone sleep. Passing charming on many levels.

After a few minutes of this, she gets up and makes to poke him gently in the side. It's time to move this show to the bedroom.

[bloodtie]

He responds to the poking as well as he ever does, with an "mmph" and a look of almost-concentration before he opens his eyes and looks around. It takes a moment before he realizes where he is, and sits up.

"That was quick..." he says, yawning. Just resting your eyes, sure you were.

[danceswithgoths]

Of course he was, snoring only helps in such endeavors you know. No, really.

Her response is something of a non-committal 'hn'. Leaning over, she brushes some stray hair out of his face and tried her damndest not to echo the yawn. Cursed physical cues.

"I'm thinking bed sounds like a passing brilliant notion, what say you?"

[bloodtie]

Of course!

He looks at her a moment, still coming out of the haze, and finally nods. Central heating + full tummy + relief + (???) = sleepy time, apparently.

"I'd say I agree," he mumbles, half-putting on the gruff act without noticing, probably to cover the inherent vulnerability of such a state.

[danceswithgoths]

That unsolved part of the equation may very well be lost sleep over the course of the week. Or perhaps zombie ninjas. Both being equally plausible.

Someday she'll well and truly be used to the brusque thing, but for the moment she fakes it nicely. "Too right," with a light grin, she offers a hand up.

There's thought to later ask him about why Charlotte's Web out of everything laying about, but that will likely be forgotten by the time wakefulness occurs.

[bloodtie]

Basch takes the hand, getting to his feet. He pauses to wipe at an eye before giving Miki a bit of a dim smile, and putting an arm around her shoulders. And off to the room that contains that wonderful sleep-giving contraption.

"Feel better?"

[danceswithgoths]

She wraps an arm about his waist, nudging the door further open with her toe. The bed looks all sorts of rumpled and inviting, and if one looks closely, they'll see a moogle plush in among the pillows near the wall.

"Rather, getting well and properly clean does wonders." She shrugs out of the bathrobs, tossing it onto a pile that's amassed at the foot of her bed.

"You holding up all right?"

[bloodtie]

Contrary to popular belief, boots, belts nor heavy shirts are quite conducive to comfortable sleeping. Pants and socks seem okay, though.

Basch sits down, the familiar placement of the moogle gets a smile. It is well-loved, apparently, and this is pleasing.

"Mhm," he says, turning his attention to watch her, "your reading material is very... engaging."