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[mono_vn]

*Her room is still a bit messy after the explosion --- who cleaned it up/shut the fire for her anyways - but she glides past the broken furniture and puts Jones on the couch. She sits down next to him and sighs. Oh how the memories, she tries to forget about them. She runs her hand through his hair and lands it on his cheek. He had been and has

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[brb_war]

*Jones rests on the couch, rubbing his eyes under his glasses both tired and confused on the state of the room. It reminds him of his earlier delusion but the fire damage but the scorch marks are more than a few days old.*

Mnn...

[mono_vn]

*Hears his little mumbling, and rubs his cheek a bit. Moves closer to him.*

Still tired?

[brb_war]

Yeah... A bit thirty too. *He licks at his dry lips.*

[mono_vn]

*Looking at his lips and gulps a bit, her cheeks turn pink -- no she is not tempted what are you saying;; She walks to the table and pours water into the slightly-broken glass for him*

I'm sorry I can't get you anything more. *chuckles*