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[strange_fancy]

Polly felt kind of funny when she woke up. For one thing, she was lying in metal bits. And her face felt somehow dirtier than it should. And she was tangled in what appeared to be skirts.

Oh.On closer inspection, the metal bits were earrings that appeared to have been expelled from her ears overnight, leaving- she felt- not even the holes.

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[self_named]

Duo yawned hugely, slipping his arms around Polly, then rolling back, shoving fitfully at the stupid pink cardigan, getting it half off, and then rolling back again to hold her properly and press his face into her hair.

"Mmf," he said happily, more than half asleep.

[strange_fancy]

After a moment's debate of the relative merits of teasing her young man before he was actually awake, Polly shrugged inwardly and said outwardly: "C'mon, young lady, rise and shine!"

[self_named]

Duo didn't respond for a few seconds. Then he opened one glaring eye.

"Oh, you're cute," he said, voice thick and husky from sleep. And everything that had prefaced sleep.

"You're hilarious, sarge." He sat up, dragging her near and pinning her wrists.

"I always forget if you're ticklish or not but somehow, I just can't seem to have any problem with find out again."

[strange_fancy]

"Oh, I'm not. Go on, try me."

This was only mostly true, but close enough that Polly's projected confidence did not waver. If he'd really forgotten, he probably wouldn't find the exception.