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[strange_fancy]

The storm was over. Duo had (Polly blushed, very slightly, at the thought) been properly reunited with, and a fair amount of debris had been cleared in preparation for a new hut, and she was now thoroughly worn out and a search party was leaving in the morning, and she was without a place to sleep. Or not exactly; Duo had one, after all.

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[self_named]

Duo kept sneaking kisses along Polly's shoulder, or neck, or would reach over and brush her arm with his fingertips. He grinned at her a little when they reached the door to his room.

"I get a kick out of him, I dunno if you will, but if nothing else," Duo said with a faint smirk, "he's a fine upstanding kinda guy." He pushed the door open after two knocks.

"Yo, Cam, ya decent, buddy?"

[green_watanabe]

"Of course I am," Cam answered a little bit indignantly. He was always careful to be fully clothed.

The bookshelf had spat out a few books on dealing with death, and so there were two stacked neatly under his bed, next to his backpack, and one open before him. He had his glasses on, and his eyes snapped to the door when he realized the two pairs of footsteps he had heard were Duo *and* someone else.

"... Hello."

[strange_fancy]

"Hello, Cam," said Polly, with a professionally-cheerful people person barmaid sort of expression. She extended a hand. "I'm Sergeant Polly Perks, and, ah, my house just got blown away, so I'm going to have to stay with you guys till we can rebuild."

[self_named]

"She's got a lot more common sense than I do," Duo promised, stepping aside so they could introduce themselves.

Then his attention caught on the books on Cam's bed with a direly worried expression.

"Um, Cam, what's up with the literature...?"