Not terribly long behind his wife, Wash stumbles in and shakes the somewhat lighter dusting of snow off his coat - his hair mussed with dampness and snowflakes. Retrieving a warm mug of coffee from the bar, he steps up behind her and presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.
"Mmm, warm wife." He mutters quietly, letting out a low groan before unbuttoning his coat and hanging it beside hers.
(If you don't mind a familiar face and potentially slow tagging - I have played him at TLH post-canon as deadmanwash, but am able to play pre-Serenity too.)
The woman seated in an armchair nearby is young, blonde, and wearing rich burgundy skirts that look more akin to cocoa at the hem, weighted with melted snow. Mud flecks her fine laced shoes.
She smiles, lifting her cup of tea in a polite toast.
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"Mmm, warm wife." He mutters quietly, letting out a low groan before unbuttoning his coat and hanging it beside hers.
(If you don't mind a familiar face and potentially slow tagging - I have played him at TLH post-canon as deadmanwash, but am able to play pre-Serenity too.)
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The woman seated in an armchair nearby is young, blonde, and wearing rich burgundy skirts that look more akin to cocoa at the hem, weighted with melted snow. Mud flecks her fine laced shoes.
She smiles, lifting her cup of tea in a polite toast.
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