Sanctity: Friday, early afternoon

[notavegetarian]

It had been one of those strange weeks. With the whole of America seeming to plan on shutting down for the latter half of it, Zhaan had found that every call she made regarding the still unpaid invoices meant leaving messages. As frustrating as that was, she now had documentation to prove she was attempting what was required of her

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[banikslaveboy]

If you're still around Stark, deciding a walk would be a good plan after all that food yesterday, made his way over to Sanctity. Seeing a light on, he opened the door and peered inside.

"Zhaan?"

[notavegetarian]

Having finished tea with the Doctor, Zhaan was still in a cheerful state. After all, tea was good for the soul. As was rearranging ones back room. Emerging, she smiled, "Stark. How are you?"

[banikslaveboy]

"I'm well," he answered. "And you?"

[notavegetarian]

"Quite lovely." She caught his hand and tugged him close enough to hug.

[banikslaveboy]

Stark was quite willing to be pulled into an embrace. "Good, good, glad to hear it. Good day then?"

[notavegetarian]

"Yes." Reaching up, she discovered that the itchy spot on the side of her neck had been a cobweb. Chuckling, she pulled it free and checked it for spiders. "I've been arranging things in the back room a bit more comfortably."

[banikslaveboy]

"Haven't been in the back room much?" Stark asked, eyeing the cobweb and grinning. "Everything in order now? Spider-free?"

[notavegetarian]

"I'm afraid I left it rather a long time. The spiders were quite put out to be removed. I gave them a few small bugs to appease them."

[banikslaveboy]

"Can't blame them," Stark said. "For not wanting to leave."

[notavegetarian]

Something that might have been a light flush coloured her cheeks rather bluer. On impulse, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against Stark's cheek.

[banikslaveboy]

Stark was quiet for a long moment, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"I hope you don't kiss your spiders," he said softly. "They'll never leave."