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[synanthrope]

All the noise.

But it's all right. Just don't touch anything, or break anything valuable, please.

I added the please to be particularly forthcoming about it.

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[cushylife.livejournal.com]

[Well that's practically an invitation to look her up and down.]

So far, right on the mark. How have you been?

[synanthrope]

Cold. I don't do well in cold weather.

But otherwise, unremarkably well.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

There are easy solutions to that. [It's a fairly casual comment, padding through to what he recalls as the living area of the warehouse.] Turn up the heating. Wear something on your feet. Or you could just stay in bed.

[He turns and grins, holding the next door open and scanning the room.]

Yup, just how I remember it.

[synanthrope]

Staying in bed is much more comfortable when someone is there with me.

[This is not a lie, since if Saya uses a bed she's in human form, and that's rare for her to sleep]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

As a doctor, [He observes, glancing down at his folded arms] I'd be within the grounds of duty to order you to your bed, if I thought it was the best thing for you. But we'd have to make you comfortable.

[synanthrope]

Then recommend, in your professional opinion, a suitable companion.

sob so backdated feel free to ignore.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

Anyone with an adequate body temperature should do you. I can only make the prescription, it's up to you to pick which pill you take.

[synanthrope]

Anyone?

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

Anyone you fancy.

[Hands pushed in hip pockets, the grin curling his mouth offers its own suggestion.]

[synanthrope]

Well then.

[She lifts herself up on the tips of her toes and kisses his mouth, her hands against his waist to help her stay there]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

I have to admit, [He kisses back, of course, responding verbally only in the breaks between his mouth and hers.] That's what I was hoping you'd pick.

[With his hands at her hips, he pulls her flush and holds her up at the same time.]

Bedroom?

[synanthrope]

[She nods a moment]

Well, if you hadn't, you could have given me the prescription over the Network.

[And she moves to a door leading up a staircase to her human bedroom, a room that's clean and sparse and neat]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

Except I didn't know about your condition until I showed up. I don't like the cold much, either.

[It's true: even in the summer he wears layers, and today there's a jacket, sweater and two shirts keeping out the chill. Something he's starting to regret as he follows on her heels.]

[synanthrope]

You're Australian. My brother, he only cares for cold when it involves snowboarding.

[And she opens her door, and turns, her fingers lifting the hem of her shirt.]

But this room, it's very warm.