With cheeks flushed and her hair more out of a ponytail than in, Beth comes in from outside clad in her sweatpants and a t-shirt borrowed from a certain bounty hunter
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The little creature would smile, but there's no way she could tell if he was or not. He does bounce a couple of times in his spot on the chair. "Hi Hi! I see you're not an adept....but, interesting, nonetheless..."
A shout from the side, "Flint!" And over runs a messy blond haired adept with a sigh, picking up the djinn. "That's where you ran off to..." The Djinn bounces up onto his shoulder and Isaac turns to the woman with a hesitant smile. "...Sorry if he's been bothering you..." he apologises calmly.
Spike figures when a guy can learn to whistle in zero gravity, he ought to be able to whistle anywhere. Including a bar at the end of the universe; he stops at that bar and gets himself a vodka sour and a plate of fruit and whistles all the way over to that couch by the fire, where this woman he knows is wearing a t-shirt that looks kind of familiar.
It looks a hell of a lot better on her than it does on him.
"Hey. I heard there was this really beautiful woman outside running. You see her at all?"
They've played this game before, but it's a good one. It usually leads to fun places, but even if it doesn't? He won't care. It's being near her and getting to look up and see her that motivate him.
"'Cause I hear there's a bounty hunter somewhere around this place who's looking for her."
Sitting next to her, his eyes can't help but travel to her chest, then slowly back up again. "I thought that was a secret. Shit."
He leans over to kiss her anyway, then sits by her side. "On tonight's menu we have..." He studies the plate for a minute before looking up at her again. "We have grapefruit and pineapple and shikonberries. Good bar. And look, Slim: onsui-kajitsu." He doesn't know how the hell Bar can make the rarest of Martian fruits but he's not going to start asking too many questions about it either. Balancing the plate on his legs, he starts to peel that last fruit. Conventional wisdom would say save the best for last, but fuck that: he's going to enjoy it with Beth right about now.
Damn. She looks so beautiful tonight. Then again, she always, always does.
She's felt sick to her stomach once all week long, and she sure as hell doesn't miss waking up like that every morning.
Watching Spike peeling the fruit, she can't help leaning over to kiss the side of his face and ask in a low voice, "Does the bounty increase with their size?"
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And then she slowly lowers the water again.
She's really not at all sure what the little thing is, but it's talking to her and she's got manners. "Hey." She pauses. "How's it going?"
On one hand, it's nice to know that after so long here she can still be surprised.
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A shout from the side, "Flint!" And over runs a messy blond haired adept with a sigh, picking up the djinn. "That's where you ran off to..." The Djinn bounces up onto his shoulder and Isaac turns to the woman with a hesitant smile. "...Sorry if he's been bothering you..." he apologises calmly.
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Beth offers a lopsided smile.
"But I've definitely never seen anything like him before. What is he?"
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It looks a hell of a lot better on her than it does on him.
"Hey. I heard there was this really beautiful woman outside running. You see her at all?"
They've played this game before, but it's a good one. It usually leads to fun places, but even if it doesn't? He won't care. It's being near her and getting to look up and see her that motivate him.
"'Cause I hear there's a bounty hunter somewhere around this place who's looking for her."
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"Blonde? Green eyes? The one with the bounty on her breasts?"
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He leans over to kiss her anyway, then sits by her side. "On tonight's menu we have..." He studies the plate for a minute before looking up at her again. "We have grapefruit and pineapple and shikonberries. Good bar. And look, Slim: onsui-kajitsu." He doesn't know how the hell Bar can make the rarest of Martian fruits but he's not going to start asking too many questions about it either. Balancing the plate on his legs, he starts to peel that last fruit. Conventional wisdom would say save the best for last, but fuck that: he's going to enjoy it with Beth right about now.
Damn. She looks so beautiful tonight. Then again, she always, always does.
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She's felt sick to her stomach once all week long, and she sure as hell doesn't miss waking up like that every morning.
Watching Spike peeling the fruit, she can't help leaning over to kiss the side of his face and ask in a low voice, "Does the bounty increase with their size?"
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