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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[trenchknives]

Okay. Well. That's how I feel too. So I'm glad we, y'know, agree on all that.

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela doesn't believe him. It's just a feeling she gets and it runs down her spine far too chilly for her liking. Calling him out on it won't make matter any better or remove the awkwardness she feels around them. The only thing she can do is get to her feet and put her underwear back on.]

I should get dinner ready.

[trenchknives]

Okay. I mean, you don't gotta, if you don't want.

[He smiles up at her. The smile is genuine, at least.]

Sorry I said anythin'. It was kinda a stupid time, I know.

[thenormalsquint]

There's nothing to be sorry about. It had to come out sometime.

[She'll forever be a sucker for that smile, love or none. And she reaches down, cupping his chin so she can run her thumb along his cheek, feeling the beginning of a five o'clock shadow.]

And I have to. Or else we'll be hungry tonight.

[trenchknives]

Okay, fair enough.

[He's getting himself up off the floor now. His muscles are stiff from being down there for so long, but it'd been worth it.]

You need any help?

[thenormalsquint]

[She hums and shakes her head, putting a hand against the small of his back. It's only now she realizes how long he's been in an odd position.]

Nope. You go stretch that leg out.

[But not before she kisses him, tasting herself that's still on his tongue.]

[trenchknives]

Okay. If you're sure.

[He kisses back, nice and slow and gentle, and then heads off into the living room, intending to flop down on the couch. This is nice. It's not love, but it's pleasant. And less distressing. He can live with this.]