Home, where my thoughts escaping
[[Yes, it's sappy...but it contains well-inked pancreas! Romance Caution]]
Haley says, "You could go with me but I don't want you to feel like you have to go--well, you have to come to Alhambra...I don't know enough about where we are going or finding Rocs to do that by myself."
Gilgamesh says, "I missed you, full stop. You're DAMNED addictive."
Haley's laughter is low and directed toward his chest, "Addictive like coffee?" but she doesn't seem to need or even to expect an answer. "But that means we have all night to make up for it...and if we don't finish the list--well, I'm organized."
Gilgamesh says, "Oh, no...I intend on taking a month to finish that list...."
Haley pulls away from him to look up at him, "A MONTH?!?" she laughs, "I was only away for..." she considers, "Three nights?"
Gilgamesh says, "Well, it gives us things to explore."
She whispers, "Gilgamesh Jack Karm I would never get tired of exploring you," as if that were, to her, a fantastic adventure.
Gilgamesh says, "Mmm. On one hand, good. If you intend to see my spleen, bad."
Haley sighs softly, "Prince Gerard says that 'chicks' won't notice a well-inked pancreas--no tattoos on internal organs--and if they DID notice it's not the type of chick you are trying to attract anyway..." she leans again to kiss him.