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[altusimperius]

tell him how pretty he is

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[sulahnan]

Athessa groans and scrubs at her whole face, not just her eyes. "Did I say anything embarrassing?"

[altusimperius]

"Um..." Bene considers, then ticks things off on his fingers.
"That the building was trying to be alive but we were stepping on it, something about a toxic toad, and then you tried to take a nap on the first landing and threw a fit when I wouldn't let you."

[sulahnan]

Phew. That, she can live with.

"Oh, well that's not too bad, then. Eugh, my mouth is so dry." With about as much grace as a ragdoll, Athessa clamors off the bed and to the pitcher of water on the table.

But there aren't any cups, so she has to squint around for those, first.

[altusimperius]

He could mention how cuddly she got, the little things she said when he was holding her, but perhaps that's best forgotten by both of them. He shakes his head with a smirk.

"Well I have to go to work," he says, a bit awkwardly, "tell Isaac hello for me, when you go kill him."

[sulahnan]

"Benedict sends his regards," she jokes, finally finding a cup and blowing into it to clean out any dust or cat hair or spiders. You know, normal things to find in a cup.

"Thanks for...you know. Lookin' out for me I guess."

[altusimperius]

The acknowledgment is strangely more awkward than the action itself. Benedict shrugs, smiles faintly, and has no idea what else to do.

"It's nothing," he says, dismissing it with a wave of his hand, "don't worry about it."

[sulahnan]

She pours and downs a cup of water, then pours another. Cotton-mouth is no joke.

"Okay then," she says, raising the second drink. "I guess I won't."

[altusimperius]

He makes an immature face at her, amusement in his eyes, and takes his leave. FINE