West Attic, 8/2, Wednesday Night

[fatalvoyage]

After a long and exhausting Kludge's Guide To The Universe workshop, Tempe came up to the West Attic and threw her bruised and tired body onto Sawyer's bed.

She'd get up and attempt to find food in a minute, but for now, she was content to just lay on the soft bed and take a moment to catch her breath.

[OOC: Open for Sawyer]

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[conathon]

Sawyer had left her food in the microwave as he went to take a quick shower, and when he padded out (without a towel, again), he jumped when he saw her. "Hey, darlin'."

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe grinned sleepily when she saw him. She'd never complain about his lack of towel. Ever.

"Hey. You look nice." Oh, way to be eloquent, Tempe...

[conathon]

He chuckled at her comment about him looking nice, and a small blush spread across his face as he pounced on her while she was still on the bed. "Same thing to you, darlin'." Voice husky and low, almost a whisper.

[fatalvoyage]

She caught his lips with hers, attempting to show just how much she'd missed him (in the 6 or so hours she'd been gone) using just her mouth.

It was at this point of course, that her stomach started growling.