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"Oh. Don't worry, sweetness. I just need to finish with a couple of customers and lock up and clean." * * * She frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Anya glanced over at the Berdling. "I think he'll tell us if he doesn't like it."
He frowned, tilting his head. "You don't have to. The shop will be closed." * * * She looked up at him thoughtfully. "Why did you get so...
"We need to name him," Anya insisted as the Berdling crawled up, sitting on her shoulder.
"It's my favorite hobby." * * * She took it, leaning over at resting her head on his shoulder.
It made a noise of indignation. It sounded almost like it had the cadence of a meow, but it was gravelly and throaty like a frog.
"Consider the inevitability of death?" * * * She looked over at him, saying nothing.
The Berdling was frowning, if that was possible, his small eyes narrowed as he sat on Basel's work desk, his tail swishing in aggravation....
"A whopping 30 minutes." * * * She was frowning, considering him. "I'm so sorry."
There was a silence. "When can I look?"
"In about..." He checked the time on the stove. "30 minutes." * * * "I'm so sorry," she said, eyeing him worriedly. "I didn't realize you'd pass...
She frowned before covering her eyes with her hands.
"I have faith," he told her, kissing her cheek. * * * She looked over at him, her eyes wide. "You're awake. Are you feeling better?"
She looked over at him, interested. "How so?"
He looked apologetic. "Yeah, a little." * * * She opened her eyes blearily. Upon seeing him right next to her, she yelped, sitting up...
She shook her head. "I've been dealing with this for a long time," she said, petting the Berdling absentmindedly. "Don't worry. It's passing."
He stretched his arms over his head before speaking. "Unfortunately, I close tonight." * * * She was asleep on the couch, her legs curled...
She shook her head. "We get these... you might want to take notes," she said with a small laugh, setting down her hands, which were trembling...
"God, I love you," he said appreciatively. * * * It had a modern air that seemed very familiar to him. The clock on the bedside table read 2:45am.
She nodded slightly, her hands pressed to her face. "Yes. This happens. It's alright." The Berdling settled on her lap, looking a little...
