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[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.]

[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.

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!]

[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.

[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.

[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?

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.

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

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.]

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.]

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.]

It's like you're purposely trying to make me throw you down on the bed and refuse to let you leave it for the next day and the half. [But she's already moving. She's dressed, he's dressed. They're adults. They can wait to get their unf on.]

Oh, don't say things like that. I'm too tired to properly restrain myself. [Or restrain Bond Jnr., down boy. But it's okay, he can keep his dick down in public, it's a skill.]

I suppose I'll have to restrain you then. Later, of course. [It's impossible for her not to take a jab with that. It was too easy. ...so, the real reason he's a double-oh, huh?]

Now, lead the way, will you? We can go get your cat on the way home. [She ain't sayin' her name in public. Not unless she can get a worthwhile reaction out of those around her, heh.]

[Down to the lobby and out into the open. The diner literally is down the road, on a nearby corner.] I'll get Pussy on the way back? Mm, that's good news.

[He's pretty slowly at leading though.]

If you play your cards right. [She thinks she's as funny as he thinks he is, it would seem.]

So, what do you plan on having? I'm thinking two and a half pots of coffee and carbs. I'm still feeling that alcohol from the night before last.

[Wow so mature.]

Eggs. Bacon. Possibly a load of pancakes as well and plenty of black coffee. Sounds like a balanced breakfast to me. [Hey he's getting plenty of protein and carbs needed for his manly diet ok.]

[He's no better!!]

Quite an appetite you've worked up. [She bumps her hip against his, just enough that he can feel it.] Anyway, about that. I might've panicked a touch and got completely smashed. I'd brought Bruce along to police my drinking, but I guess I threatened to turn him into a dove, so he let me keep drinking.

[Holding the door open for her when they finally reach the diner.] You chose the least forceful bloke to try and keep you from misbehaving. [Failed logic.]

I chose the kind that would do his best to keep a promise and sooner faint than take advantage of me. Not that I'd do anything stupid. [Even Han's will wasn't so strong that if she were drunk and all over him that he might not do something he'd regret. He was secretly kind of a pushover...

She enters the diner with a slight nod of thanks toward him, waiting for him to find a place for them to sit.] Does that make sense?

Could have gone for Mitch. At least we know he's gay. [James just doesn't trust any dude not to take advantage. Well, he just doesn't trust, full stop.

Anyway, picking a spot the other side of the diner, away from the main entrance and in good view of it. Paranoia, man.]

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