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"Don't make me fight you."
She gasped for breath, staring down at the floor, her eyes wide. "You... are... an *squee!*."
His face was buried in her neck, his arms around her.
He plated the food and brought it over to her.
"Sorry," he called, popping his head out of the bedroom as he slipped on her shirt. "I don't make the rules."
"Nope."
She immediately started screaming. "Ach! Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Jack was fast asleep.
Dali looked over his shoulder at Aspen. "I have made you pasta. Does that suit your tastes?"
'It would make me sad."
"Incorrect."
Her green eyes flashed and she raised her finger, eyeing him dangerously. "Do. Not."
(Zoop?)
He tilted his head in what may have been a friendly grin. "Don't worry, Aspen. I sleep in a gutter most nights."
"I don't know. A tuxedo or something."
She gave him one more kiss, a slight smirk on her lips.
Her eyes widened. "Uh, no? I'd die."
He fell asleep quickly, his grip loosening.
He looked a little confused. "Do you have a mouse-sized bed?"
He relaxed, unbuttoning his shirt. "This isn't that bad," he called to her, slipping it off.
