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She grinned at him, her gaze fond. "I missed you too." They made it to the room and she went to get changed into her pajamas.
He paused, pulling back slightly with a hint of hesitance. "What?"
She laughed, her hand fitting perfectly in his as she started toward the bedroom. "You are?"
He raised an eyebrow before reaching up, pulling her down and switching places with her, propping himself up over her before leaning down and...
She looked up at him, giving him a kiss. "Yeah. Let's go to the room."
He raised an eyebrow, resting his free hand on her waist, a small smirk on his face. "Oh?"
"Of course," she said, resting her head on his chest. "Are you tired?"
His hand rested on her jaw, and he looked up at her thoughtfully, his expression playful. "Time? For what?"
She flushed, looking over at him momentarily before approaching, slipping her arms around his waist.
He gave her a small smile, kissing her back. "No?"
She laughed slightly. "Is that what you'd call it?"
He reached up and caught her hand, kissing it slowly. "That sounds good."
"A little," she admitted, going to put away the plate. "It gave me time to practice, though."
He looked over at the window, raising his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah? What kind?"
She took the bowl, drying it thoughtlessly. "Nah. They sorta live in an area like my grandmother."
He frowned slightly at the thought, but nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense."
He nodded slowly as he thought, frowning slightly. "Let's get normal plates."
"No," she said thoughtfully, picking up a towel to dry the plates. "I just don't want to deal with them."
He looked down at her thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow. "What else do you have in mind?"
"I told you before," she explained, getting up to help him. "I don't really talk to them."
