Even by the strange standards of Taxon, the last month had been a busy one. The prisoners had been moved from one twisted game to the next with little time to catch their breath. They hadn't been particularly dangerous glitches - no zombies, no wicked witches, no damage to the life support systems - but they had been inconvenient. And it felt as if
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All of which meant, of course, that he'd need all the help he could get in relaxing, and if the note on the door was any indication he'd be getting in. Glitch grinned fondly and crossed the main hall, following both the music and the trail of twinkle-light wrapped columns (left since last annual's Christmas party) to the ballroom. He unwound his scarf and removed his hat before entering the hall and...
And had to pause to catch his breath.
"...hello, princess," he murmured and stepped closer to DG, a wondering smile spreading across his face. "What's the occasion?"
Brain or no brain, he wouldn't put it past himself to forget something.
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DG moved towards him in time to the music, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I just wanted to spend time with you."
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"Definitely don't need an occasion for that," Glit agreed, then sighed ruefully. "Though it's certainly felt like it for a while. I'm...I'm sorry, DG."
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And she was prepared to work to make sure that they did get better, if that was necessary.
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