vijftien - Podfield

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A - [1447 Mitchell Rd.] - for housemates

[Once home from work, Holland is going to spend a good deal of time listening to the phone lines.  If he understood right, somehow, somewhere, his actual notwife is stuck in a plant of some kind.  And this one at home?  She's fake.  No wonder the pancakes tasted off this morning.  There was that whole

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[welljustwatchme]

[Canada, the right one, is upstairs in the bathroom, trying to clean herself up after her fight... with herself. She's trying not to think about that, really. Focusing on only physical things, though, there's a still-bleeding gash on her shoulder she can't seem to patch up, try as she may. This is the reason Podland will find her coming downstairs in a clean skirt and brassiere, a few bandages on her arms and a bruise on one cheek, a shirt held up mostly ineffectually to cover her chest.

She starts talking without preamble, holding a roll of bandaging out to him.]

Look, I know you're apparently useless today, but this is going to ruin all my blouses if I don't cover it up and I can't... [Is that a basket of tulips? She didn't wreck that many of them, did she?]

What are you doing with those flowers?

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I'm sharing them.

[And then he hands her one. Standing oh so very close to her.]

You aren't hurt too bad, right?

[Just a grin. . .]

[welljustwatchme]

[She looks at the flower, usually something she loves to see, but doesn't take it.]

I'll be fine.

Weren't the tulips fine in the garden?

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[He'll just have to get closer if she doesn't take it. Close enough that she might feel like backing away a bit.]

Sure, but they were ruined anyway.

[welljustwatchme]

[It's cute that you think there's a possibility for retreat when she's just coming out of a fight and is, as far as she's concerned, in the middle of a war of some sort. So, no, she'll be standing her ground and standing up tall, watching his face.]

Surely not all of them.

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Yes, they were.

[He's going to be right, right. And yes, closer is the name of the game. She's smaller than him, so he's tipping his head pretty far down at this point. And still holding the flower.]

[welljustwatchme]

In that case, I'm sorry if any of it was my doing.

[She adjusts her rumpled shirt a little bit, trying to make sure it covers everything, even with the undergarment still there. One can never be too modest in a situation like this.]

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[He might just. . . tug on that shirt a bit.]

It was a good fight.

[welljustwatchme]

I'm not sure there is such a thing.

What are you doing?

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I'm . . . making sure you're alright.

[Tug tug. He sets the flower down and rests a hand on her shoulder. . . .]

[welljustwatchme]

[She's just going to try to put her roll of bandaging into his hand.] Here, if you want to do that, you might as well be of help and get my shoulder to stop bleeding all over everything.

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Okay already.

[He'll take the bandages and after dabbing a few times at the shoulder with some disinfectant, he'll wrap it carefully. And then press a kiss to the junction of her shoulder and neck.]

[welljustwatchme]

Than-- [Somewhere in there, her 'thank you' became an awkward little squeak. Personal space issues is one thing. Kissing is quite another entirely, thank you very much. She still doesn't move, but mostly because she's frozen there, instead of any real defiance, like before.]

Umm...

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Hmm . . . ?

[Kissing the side of her neck now. . .maybe sucking just a bit.]

[welljustwatchme]

[She's just going to gently try to push him away. Even then, she can't hide her blush. She's comfortable with him, usually, but not this comfortable.]

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[Not . . . really wanting to move away, but he stops kissing and instead wraps his arms around her in a hug. ]