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[notveryfearful]

The mail service Downside is kind of sketchy, but eventually a note arrives at Chainsaw's house. The paper had been folded on itself rather than put in an envelope, and the handwritten address simply reads Chainsaw.

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[nowait_letme]

He does write back.

You're so fucking live sometimes, you know that?

Fuck me, but I love you too.

Come over anytime you want.

[nowait_letme]

"Aww."

How about a nibble? He can get away with a nibble, right?

[notveryfearful]

Well . . .

. . . Yes.

He wouldn't be Chainsaw if there weren't some teeth involved.

[nowait_letme]

Two nibbles?

[notveryfearful]

"Mmmph."

[nowait_letme]

^__^

[notveryfearful]

Is there a couch or something somewhere around here?

She kisses him again, gently, and tries to steer things in a couch-like direction.

[nowait_letme]

There is indeed a couch! Chainsaw gets the idea after a second or two and leads her there.

...It's the same one he was getting drunk on last time she was here.

[notveryfearful]

You'd think, with the number of couches and chairs Chainsaw has, such things would be more avoidable.

Oh well. She ignores any echoes of what was happening here before in favor of cuddles.

[nowait_letme]

He sprawls out along the couch and tugs her into his lap. That's cuddly, right?

[notveryfearful]

Totally!

She snuggles up with her head on his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his neck.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

[nowait_letme]

"Which it?"

[notveryfearful]

She lets out a breath of laughter.

"Fair. Um -- the way you act when you're drunk, me not liking Downside, the L word, apologies . . . none of the above . . . take your pick."

[nowait_letme]

"The L word, huh? You're too cute." He kisses her cheek. "Said all I'm gonna say about that one."

[notveryfearful]

With a half-smile, she kisses him back.

"Okay."

[nowait_letme]

He is quiet for a long moment.

"You gonna tell me I shouldn't drink on the job?"

(His deep-seated loathing for any kind of should is understated but not hidden.)