Checking in with Alanna is also a high priority for Indy on his return. He lets himself in without knocking, almost as audaciously as Mel, and leans up against the bedroom door jamb. He has no ostensible gifts or care packages about his person, though his canvas pouch is hanging off one shoulder, and it looks to have something quite heavy within it.
With eyebrows high and a typically lazy smirk hanging off his features, he focuses on her belly.
"Damn 'lana, are ya gestating a small moon in there?"
Indy is treated to a blank stare, long enough for Alanna to ascertain that he is unharmed, and is then hit squarely in the face with a down pillow.
"Why must everyone call attention to my stomach before even saying hello? I realize it physically precedes me into any conversation, but this is a bit ridiculous." Her eyes flash a warning look. "Don't you dare say you need your ass healed."
Indy lets the pillow hit him and fall harmlessly to the floor.
"Nice to see you too," he says, with a show of mild affrontery. It's only been a week or so since he last saw Alanna, but he knows it's been much longer for her... even without referencing her increased girth.
"I promise to never mention your gigantic stomach again," he adds solmenly. "And, no. My ass is in A-1 condition, thanks." There are a few small scabs and bruises evident on his face and arms, but nothing more than that. "Meg and Ace helped keep it in one piece."
"I am. Just don't broadcast it around too much. I've got a reputation to think about."
In deference to her command, Indy doesn't move. He just looks at her doubtfully. It's not clear whether he's pretending to fear further violence when he gets within her reach, or whether he's trying to imply that her stomach will not allow him to get much closer than the ten feet away he already is. Either way, he's teasing.
Watching him cross the room through heavy lidded eyes, Alanna resists the urge to snort. There's nothing wrong with her upper body strength, pregnant and mostly immobile though she may be, and once he is in range she reaches out and twists her fingers in the front of his shirt. Unceremoniously, she pulls him closer and kisses his forehead.
"Welcome back," she says, releasing him quickly. "I wasn't expecting you to be gone for months."
Indy elbows her gently in response to the bartending jibe, before pulling an armchair up to the bedside and flopping into it. Her near sacrifice is not the most pleasant memory, but he chuckles grimly anyway. "Sort of. Yeah. The tribesmen caught me before the intrepid heroines arrived, strung me up and left me as piranha food."
He removes his satchel as he talks, ducking his hand under the strap, and setting it on the floor. It makes a brick-like thunk when it connects.
"Yeah well," Indy replies, now leaning over and opening the bag, "I've been through worse fates of death than that. Primitives anywhere can tend to get a bit antsy when you try and relieve them of their cultural icons and ancient religious heirlooms."
He pulls out the idol and shows it to her, with a proud smile plastered across his face.
"Can you blame them?" she asks idly, appreciation written all over her face. The idol is beautiful, and she says so. "What sort of purpose did it serve?"
With eyebrows high and a typically lazy smirk hanging off his features, he focuses on her belly.
"Damn 'lana, are ya gestating a small moon in there?"
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"Why must everyone call attention to my stomach before even saying hello? I realize it physically precedes me into any conversation, but this is a bit ridiculous." Her eyes flash a warning look. "Don't you dare say you need your ass healed."
Secretly, she's delighted to see him.
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"Nice to see you too," he says, with a show of mild affrontery. It's only been a week or so since he last saw Alanna, but he knows it's been much longer for her... even without referencing her increased girth.
"I promise to never mention your gigantic stomach again," he adds solmenly. "And, no. My ass is in A-1 condition, thanks." There are a few small scabs and bruises evident on his face and arms, but nothing more than that. "Meg and Ace helped keep it in one piece."
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Her tone is mildly scolding, but even as she frowns, she crooks her little finger at him.
"Come here," she orders.
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In deference to her command, Indy doesn't move. He just looks at her doubtfully. It's not clear whether he's pretending to fear further violence when he gets within her reach, or whether he's trying to imply that her stomach will not allow him to get much closer than the ten feet away he already is. Either way, he's teasing.
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"Delaying is only going to earn you a slap upside the head."
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"Fine," he sighs, and heads over, feet dragging with faux reluctance. His top lip twitches as he tries to keep the smile under wraps.
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"Welcome back," she says, releasing him quickly. "I wasn't expecting you to be gone for months."
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Indy allows his grin to blossom fully now, and reciprocates the kiss with one of his own to her cheek.
"I wasn't either. Only a week passed out there for me."
"Crazy damn time warps. Making me miss Christmas."
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Her brow wrinkles in confusion.
"I still don't completely understand how that's possible."
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Indy looks up musefully.
"Actually, that's the second Christmas in a row I've missed here 'cause of time lag in my world. Wonder what I did to piss him off."
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Shrugging, she folds her hands over her stomach and smiles.
"So, anyone try to sacrifice you this time around?"
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He removes his satchel as he talks, ducking his hand under the strap, and setting it on the floor. It makes a brick-like thunk when it connects.
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"Please don't take offense, but it seems as if many people in your world need lessons in hospitality."
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He pulls out the idol and shows it to her, with a proud smile plastered across his face.
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