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[synanthrope]

[Saya, pragmatic to the core, looks at it and puzzles out the rewiring in her head]

On the roof.

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[...

He just bursts out laughing.]

You're something special.

[synanthrope]

[She smiles and readjusts so she can lean over and kiss him on the mouth]

Yes, I am.

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[And you're dangerous ground for a hopeful man, Satya Wallace. He's thankful when she kisses him (he was about to do the same). It stops too much being said.

Awkward in the positioning or not, he uses her readjustment to pull her close enough to fit his arms.]

[synanthrope]

[She fits like her bones realign for any strange position, she doesn't ever complain about contortion]

We could go outside.

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[It won't surprise him in the least if that's what they do. He narrows his eyes.]

You might get sandy.

[synanthrope]

It's impossible. Haven't you noticed?

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I might get sandy. Or does everything you touch pick up repellant properties?

[synanthrope]

Just the things I wear.

[She looks him over]

I suppose I could wear you but it might be uncomfortable.

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[His lips tighten against the smirk.]

I've never said the same about you.

[synanthrope]

[She looks a little surprised for a moment, and then actually laughs]

I'm smaller than you are.

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You fit where it counts.

[synanthrope]

Is that flattery or innuendo?

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Can it be both?

[synanthrope]

[She presses her fingers in his hair]

You tell me.

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[He tilts his head a little - as much as needed - to kiss her.]

You're beautiful when you do that.

[synanthrope]

When I ask questions?

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When you laugh. [He dips his head, nuzzling into her neck with the faintest catch of teeth to track his progress.]

And when you're asking questions. And when you're not...

[synanthrope]

I suppose I don't do that often.

[Her fingers keep moving through his hair, like she's trying to memorize the line of his skull.]

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Makes it better when you do.

[His replies just get quieter, caught between sighs.]

[synanthrope]

[Speaking of quiet. She gets quiet for a long moment]

Do you love me?

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[Well, that tenses all the muscles along his shoulders that had been slack and relaxed. He swallows down hard on any immediate response before he looks up at her, frowning lightly.]

That would make things complicated, wouldn't it?

[synanthrope]

I don't know enough about love to know that.

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Love... makes everything complicated. I've sworn off it enough times to figure that out. Especially the kind that the person you love can't give back.

[Anyone would think this was a theme.]

[synanthrope]

[she's quiet for a moment, thinking, before she presses her mouth against his temple in a gesture that is almost concilatory. The fact that she will let this go speaks volumes that most people can't hear.]

Fine.