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[idiotwithguitar]

When Mimi enters her room, she may notice that a few things have changed since she was here last. Things like... Roger's clothes are in the drawers. There is a guitar case leaning against the wall. Oh, and Roger's sitting on the bed, holding his guitar and carefully trying to play something, hoping that the pain in his hand will go away if he just

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[aveb_feline]

She notices.

It's hard not to.

Even after a long day of classes and work, she's not -that- tired.

Opening her door, she steps into the room, and then stops, surprised, when she sees him.

".....hi, baby. This is a nice surprise."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger looks up and flashes her a quick smile, pausing in his attempts at playing as he does so.

"I told you I'd think about it. I made up my mind. Hope you don't mind."

He says this as if he wasn't half-panicking yesterday about the idea of moving in with her. That's Roger for you.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi...blinks.

And then jawdrops.

".......you......"

And she notices the guitar case. And the drawer with his clothes in it, not quite fully closed.

".....oh, Roger."

Tackle.

Snog.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger was not expecting the tackling. Probably should have, but... wasn't, nevertheless. He squeaks a little as she pounces on him, pulls away long enough to yelp "Watch the guitar!", and then kisses her back enthusiastically, rather pleased at just how happy she is.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi plucks the guitar carefully out of his hands, pulls away from him just long enough to place it gently against her wall, then turns back and kisses him again, shedding her jacket as she does.

She isn't wearing much.

(And she will probably not tell him that the Roger from her world gave her this outfit for Christmas.)

[idiotwithguitar]

Once the guitar is safely out of harm's way, Roger has no problem with the pouncing whatsoever. And the fact that she's not wearing much certainly helps.

(Although not telling him that last little detail is probably a good thing.)

[aveb_feline]

Mimi kisses him some more, running her fingers through his hair.

Then she stops, suddenly, and pulls away a little.

"....Mark told me how you lost your sight."

Yeah, bad timing, but they needed to talk about this.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger's expression immediately shifts to a mixture of suspicion and concern. This is not the way he'd like things to be going right about now...

"Um."

That's about all he's likely to say at the moment. He's a little concerned she's going to try to hurt him.

[aveb_feline]

"That was a really, really horrible thing to do. I thought Mark meant more to you than that."

[idiotwithguitar]

"He does. I never thought..."

He trails off with a frustrated sigh and then says quietly, "I didn't mean to hurt him."

[aveb_feline]

"No, you're not very good at thinking about things like that, are you?"

Mimi sighs quietly, sitting next to him.

"It...it makes me worry, Roger, about...if you can do that to Mark....it makes me wonder what you might do to me..."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger grimaces at the last part and shakes his head stubbornly, refusing to even accept the possibility of that.

"No. It's not gonna happen."

[aveb_feline]

Mimi swallows, wanting to believe that - desperate to believe it, in fact.

"....promise me."

[idiotwithguitar]

"I promise I won't ever do anything to hurt you. No matter what."

[aveb_feline]

"....okay."

Mimi slides into his lap, putting her arms around his neck, and presses her forehead against his.

"I love you."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger wraps his arms around her waist and smiles slightly - it's a half-hearted smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Love you too."