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[doubleoohbaby]

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[doubleoohbaby]

I should be getting back to work. [He grumbles, lips against her neck, pausing for lazy consideration.]

But actually, I might take the day off.

[hexappeal]

[A throaty sigh. Almost a groan.]

You just spent two weeks in Korea. Take a day off.

[doubleoohbaby]

I've just had two weeks off.

[hexappeal]

There are two responses to this. One, you were either on vacation over the past two weeks or two, shut up and relax.

If the first one is true, I'm going to punch you. Harder than the last time.

[doubleoohbaby]

No further comment. [A lazy smile as he goes back to nuzzling. Which actually just involves him burying his face in the crook of her neck and laying there. Ugh what is effort. So romantic.]

[hexappeal]

See? I win. [She appears pleased with this outcome, wriggling in her spot, quietly humming.] I love you.

[doubleoohbaby]

[He might already be asleep again. Except not, he's just ignoring her success, but he does reply to the other part, thankfully.] Mmm, love you too. Where's my breakfast?

[hexappeal]

Not here. At least not until you ask nicely. [She replies in a sing-song voice while smiling to herself. She could really get used to this arrangement.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[A sigh, because this is probably the part where they should attempt to get up but part of him just wants to stay in bed most the day. Maybe go out for a run or something just to not feel totally guilty, but yeah bed.] Pretty please?

[hexappeal]

[He doesn't really have hair to smooth over, but she still, slides her hand from his temple to the top of his head and presses her lips to his forehead. She lingers with her mouth still against his skin while she speaks.] Since you're asking so nicely, of course.

[Then she ruffles his hair like a jerk while pulling away, shifting so she's on her knees then to her feet. She'd slept in her clothing last night and she looks a touch uncomfortable, the fabric rumpled. Her hair's messy, but she smooths it out and slides a hair tie (from wherever, probably magic!!), over it.] Pancakes? Or, we could go out?

[doubleoohbaby]

[The petting is enough to get him smiling lazily as he hums out his appreciation with a soft exhale. Even the hair ruffle is met with amusement, while he watches her, willing himself to move as well but not succeeding all that well.]

Let's go out. I'd rather you have a day off from it all to. [He doesn't expect to have things done for him, after all.]

[hexappeal]

[He's cute. Unfortunately, she doesn't really have the ability to say such a thing without it coming off as sarcastic and condescending.]

I only suggested it because I've the feeling you don't have much available to cook with. [Which she could solve, but that really wasn't her style. Plus, you never know when you'll need that extra burst of magic that you spent on making something completely unnecessary appear out of thin air.] Buuuuuuut, if you insist. [She reaches down to slip her hand against his and give him a halfhearted tug toward her side of the bed.] Come on.

[doubleoohbaby]

Hnn, coming. [Except not very enthusiastically. Mostly just letting himself get dragged across the bed and still laying there for a few lengthy seconds. With a groan of effort he moves, rolling off the edge and on his feet with more energy than he lets on and just... standing there naked, trying to think what to wear. For the first time in two weeks, he actually has a choice!]

[hexappeal]

[There is a brief moment where she assumes he is intentionally being a tease, but then she realizes that he's paying her no attention. By this time, she's let go of him and has walked around to his side.] Just throw on a t-shirt and a pair of pants. Come on.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Ugh, fine. He supposes he can throw his meterosexuality out the window and put minimal effort into getting dressed just this once. It's with a sort of reluctance that he drags himself to his wardrobe and drawers and digs out old jeans and a pale blue t-shirt that fits well enough to suggest it probably costs more than most people's whole outfit.] Going out is starting to sound like far too much work.

[hexappeal]

[He always looks good, regardless of what he wears. While she might have some cheap shirts and sweatpants, she also overwhelmingly has more finery, even if they're plain. She just doesn't bother with sizing. She has a number of tees that hang a little loose (but it's charming on her, right?).

She waits, not watching him, really, sort of shuffling around, staring at the ceiling like she's not supposed to be looking at him.] Did I mention you have to wear shoes, too?

[doubleoohbaby]

Nnn, no. [Ugh more effort, finding up underwear too what is this about. But yeah he does finally manage to fully dress himself (somehow) and kick on some comfortably shoes that seem to match the jeans and t-shirt day. Somehow Bond still makes casual look classy.]

Come on then, before I starve to death.

[hexappeal]

[Aww, good on him, putting on his manties.]

Don't be so melodramatic. [She comes up behind him and drapes herself over his shoulder, standing on the tips of her toes so she can press her chin close to his neck and give him a little smooch.] You'll be fine.

[doubleoohbaby]

[He was just gonna freeball it but that's a bad idea in stylish jeans, plus not at all practical if he needs to play the action hero okay.]

At least I'll die happy with you by my side. [So purposely cheesy as he leans back juuust slightly, enough to get closer contact without shoving his weight against her.]

[hexappeal]

[Hard life tbh.]

Oh, hush. As if I'd let that happen. Stick with me, kid, we're going places. [She tugs him further back against her, taking a few small steps back so he has to bend more to lean against her.] Anyway, you pick. Anywhere you want to go.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Careful, he might just collapse against her and decided to sleep again. Sleeping is the best.]

Down the road will do. [Which doesn't exactly utilise her amazing teleporting powers but. hungry and tired.]

[hexappeal]

[If he wanted to, she'd let him. Poor dear. :(]

I'm fine with that. But you'll have to lead the way. I'm not too familiar with the area.

[doubleoohbaby]

You mean you're not going to carry me? [Walking is so lame. Okay not really he needs to get his ass back into gear and start moving really. Laziness is a bad idea.]

[hexappeal]

I could, if you really want me to. But I'd hate to emasculate you. Though I suppose everyone already knows you're not the one in our relationship who wears the pants.

Strange, since I don't often wear pants. [She gives him a pull toward the door to kickstart movement.]

[doubleoohbaby]

I'm hardly concerned about my machismo image, darling. People can think what they want, if they decide to voice their thoughts in a negative manner, I'll merely smash their face in and ask them to repeat it. [James dun cuuuur what the public think, good job seeing as he's trailing after Zee so obediently right now.]