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[last_adam]

Maybe it's that Adam's not used to it. Maybe it's just that he's getting to old for this shit.

Either way, after his confrontation with the weird guy, he's retreated to their rooms in the bar. Grace ensconced happily in a playpen, Adam's on the bed with a wet cloth over his face.

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[a_lioness]

Time passes, as it is wont to do, and his wife arrives for a security shift. They aren't in the main bar, and she decides to check the room before going outside; it's cold. She moves quietly through the flat, but Grace ruins it with her coo of greeting.

Alanna sighs.

"I thought we discussed stealth when you were in the womb."

[last_adam]

Grace giggles, and reaches her arms up for her mother.

Adam, on the other hand, rolls to his side, and his arms go out into the air.

"Is that you? I can't seeeeeeee, I'm bliiiiiiiiiiiind."

[a_lioness]

With a snort, she bends to pick up Grace and moves to the end of the bed, looking down at Adam.

"Pity. I wore a dress today and everything."

Lies.

[last_adam]

Adam would look, but much as he jokes, his head is still killing him.

"Oh? What colour?"