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Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

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The calm before the storm, you mean?

Yes.

Could be.

It almost feels like home.

Does it?

It's suddenly so easy to focus.

When was the last time I saw you?

It's been a while. I've been laying low over the holidays.

I've been busy. I didn't even give you your gift.

I've still got yours, too.

The solution seems obvious.

Come over.

I thought you'd never ask.

Bring something warm.

[He shows up some time later, carrying an oddly-shaped but flashily wrapped item. No dinner, though. Sorry Saya.]

[Saya comes down to meet him, dressed in remarkably soft looking cashmere. It softens her, too.]

Hello, Rudy.

Hello, Saya.

[She's always a satisfying sight, and he smiles a bit. It has been a while. He holds out the gift.]

I brought you a little something.

Thank you.

[She takes it in both hands but doesn't open it right away.]

I have something for you, too.

You're too kind.

[He arches a brow slightly. The social niceties between them are always ironic, but he trusts Saya to give the best gifts.]

[She takes his hand and leads him not to her bedroom but the the entertainment room, and makes him sit on the couch.]

Wait.

[Although Saya doesn't like music very much, she goes to the record player - vinyl - and turns it on. The opening chords of People are Strange turn on]

I got you the entire collection.

[It's a strange choice, he thinks, but not a bad one. If he were an emotional person maybe this would be an emotional moment between them. As it is, it's curious; not limited, as usual, to their shared interests.]

Thank you.

[He leans back on the sofa, listening, eyes on her.]

[She laughs as she slips her panties off from under her skirt and lets them fall, stepping out of them even though she's still fully dressed]

You would prefer a body.

Not at all. I'm just surprised.

[She moves forward to straddle his legs]

I'm not so predictable as that.

[Running a hand up her thigh.]

I didn't know you had any interest in music.

[Or much interest in his interest, really.]

None.

[Her eyes fix on his]

But isn't Christmas about giving?

That it is.

[Besides, he likes her body just fine.]