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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 10:52 pm
Scenerio 10: Therapy that isn't always theraputic
She'd at least gotten the motor skills in her arms back. However, this was probably half-due to the fact that she was snuggly as hell, and the 'arrangement' in the small house all SEVEN people were being packed in to (with three bedrooms...) had warranted her company.
Which when there were father's looming out the door presumably oozing affections and approvals and waiting for sounds that may have been prelude to Grandbabies...
....
Not so fun.
However, in the middle of the night when her brain went 'It's not cold but pretend to be anyways' and nuzzled right up into Yossarian's chest, best thing ever. No prrprrs attached.
Because prrprrs woke the manloves and that wasn't... as fun, really. That meant she wasn't containing the prrprr. Which was one thing she'd learned to do in the last couple of weeks. On top of being entertained with things like books and looking retarded trying to read them.
But at least being stuck in a bed for a good chunk of time wasn't completely boring anymore.
Kanda had refused to touch any bed, knowing very well he wouldn't use it, and instead had taken to other chores in the previous weeks... such as getting Del reassembled as quickly as possible once they were settled and finding..
...
Well, things to keep his boredom entertained at ungodly hours of the morning. Like weight and resistance training to get his armstrength back up to what it had been before muscles had failed him in their entirety.
No problem, though. Working limbs were working.
If not completely fail in too many ways. Such as being back up to the point of superman they had been before. But they were getting there. If not at really early hours in the morning when everything was cold as hell.
No need for him to get flabby while healing. Ah ha ha...
..
Ha.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 12:16 pm
Two weeks of being home and, once again, he was fighting the daily urge to PUNCH DADDY DEAREST IN THE FACE.
Poor Yossarian was truly a troubled soul, still stuck in the oh so precarious position of semi-quasi-caregiver to his semi-quasi-feeble gimp of a 'partner' and thus forced to contain whatever disgruntlement festering within him for her sake because, dammit, she had the most irksome habit of getting distressed whenever he got distressed, even if she wasn't causing it or having it directed at her!
So yes, to make a long story short, he was one, big, festering ball of frustration with no better method of venting than to just wander out in the woods and shriek expletives at the moon come nightfall.
... Which was of course impossible when there was no moon out and nightfall was past-- a general requirement of morning, after all-- so he settled for a much quieter sulking into his pillow instead.
........... And yes, with an Aster still glued to his torso in the 'usual' way their days seemed to start. Siiigh.
But hey, it all could've been a lot worse; after all, the closest to a maid any of them had to deal with here was Roselyn (who was nothing more than the youngest daughter of the family and a damn good tea maker), and Moacyr had made a valiant effort to keep her loving husband on a manageable leash, too. And for the sake of free food, clothing, beds (albeit not enough of them) and shelter? Not such a bad tradeoff, really.
Shae had certainly appreciated said beds, seeing as she'd just spent the last two weeks not only recovering from getting shot by deranged kitty siblings, but suffering one hell of a nasty cold/flu/whatever the hell bug which had promptly struck the second night after her injury, leaving the poor girl to cough and hack and wheeze until she thought her ribs were just going to up and disintegrate.
Thankfully, however, even her failing immune system was capable of overpowering it given enough time and rest and hot fluids, and as the first (chilly) slips of light graced the windowsill that morning, for the first time in a long time, she actually managed to rouse and roll out of bed instead of sleep on through it.
Admittedly, she still looked (and felt) pretty dreadful, but at least she could walk again and more or less resume a tentative independence, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders (mmm, chilly) and lifting Del-- who still seemed to be having some issues with that patchworked wing-- to her shoulder before shuffling out of the little (guest) bedroom to...
Hmm, well, with Langston in his study, Roselyn and Moacyr in the kitchen and Sir nowhere to be found (outside, probably, where it was too chilly for her) probably go and find a quiet place to sit in the livingroom while her brain woke up and the morning coughs were worked out.
Seemed like the start of a good day, huh?
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 12:30 pm
Oh yes, glued torsokittens. She was quite the little content one too, seeming happy enough to just doze for a while before, seemingly unconciously, she unglued herself from her 'happy place' and rolled right over onto her other side.
Hmm, looked like Yossarian was getting a chance to escape!
Or that Aster was half-awake and trying to find a way to make herself not just conk right back out like she had been before. Best way to do that w-
...
......
Apparently to roll right off the bed and into a heap on the floor. Amazing how much upper body strength she had to manage such a feat. More amazing, was that she was still having to argue with her brain that 'NO, FLOOR IS NOT A SLEEPY PLACE, ESPECIALLY AFTER SUCH A PAINFUL LANDING'..
...
She seemed to be failing at said task.
However, it seemed that Kanda had been outside for some amount of time, coming back into the house just in time to... well, look like the tips of his fur, ears, and hair had all frozen solid.
It was probably hilarious looking.
But that just meant he needed to sit down and warm up. Which he did upon finding a proper couch (One which Moacyr had been sleeping on previously when she'd gotten the shock of hearing her darling husband had helped in the kitchen) and sitting down, just sort of..
...
Looming to defrost.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 2:14 pm
YES, FINALLY, A CHANCE AT FREEDOOOOO-- ... owait, never mind, false alarm. Now he needed to go play damage control (not that she'd really damaged herself at all) like the good spouse/bed buddy/whatever the hell he was and drag her OFF the ground because, y'know, she still wasn't entirely capable of doing it for herself.
He didn't even bother with snippy commentary anymore, heaving a sigh and abandoning his beeline for the door in favor of dragging her up OFF the cold floor to redeposit in the middle of the bed instead. There. Now everything was all squared away... sort of. Ish.
Until he realized that she hadn't just acted out of some random unconscious impulse and did, in fact, seem to be... quasi-semi-awake.
Great. There went any chance to go and be disgruntled by himself.
"... You look desperately in need of coffee," he grumbled dryly, which, of course, was just a thinly veiled cover-up for the question of 'do you want me to get you a mug?' instead.
And look, it seemed as if Shae had timed her little stumbling out quite well, too, crawling out of her sickbed just minutes behind Kanda's return-- and how could she tell?
Well, bits of his fur were visibly frozen, that was how!
Seriously, how he managed to wander out and do anything, let alone train himself, was beyond her; she was indoors and wrapped in a blanket and still chilly... but that was neither here nor there, and the pathetically chalky excuse of a female just wandered over with a pleasant (though hoarse) "good morning, Sir..." to steal the other end of the couch.
"The weather's a little harsh this morning..." Ahaha, and that, of course, was just a a nice, discrete way of pointing out how cold he looked (... looked, not necessarily felt) accompanied by the offer of half her blanket. In lieu of having no tea ready (though Roselyn was taking care of that), it was the best she could offer (... short of picking the ice from his ponytail or something).
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 3:57 pm
As if the prrprrs ohaisavedmeIsee hadn't made her state of semi-awakeness obvious upon lifting? Well, because she hadn't vibrated so little in her concious state of being before.
"Mmmnn... coffee would be nice. But don't force yourself to make any if you don't need to. I'll live for now."
RADIATING SUNSHINE AND HEARTS, GO! And prrprrs. If anybody was still trying to sleep, it was likely that kitten was about to go and wake everybody up.
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, I'M HAPPY. Or perhaps it would just make Langston gush, because there was no doubt whatsoever that the man had picked up on what on earth it was that made his 'daughter' such a happy little kitten.
Happy little kittens would make happy little grandbabies!
And Kanda seemed more than happy to sidle over to share the blanket. Not out of any 'OHAI ;D ;D ;D' intentions, but more of a 'Well, if I'm warm we're both warm', because he'd turn into more of a heater.
At least once he'd defrosted.
"It could be worse out. Certainly cold, but not enough to" harm superman "freeze the house."
Because warm unfrozen houses were a good thing. Meant that they wouldn't have to keep themselves warm (WITH THE FIRE OF PASSSSIIIIOOOON +___+ EXTREEMMMME)
...
........
Yeah.
"But it should warm up over the course of the day."
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 4:58 pm
Yeeeah, he wasn't about to take purring as a sign of anything aside from the fact that she was (apparently) content, seeing as that damnable sound was pretty much a constant even when she DOZED-- ... though come to think of it, she had been getting a lot better on not waking him lately, huh?
Well, he had no complaints there.
"... Smells as if it's already been made," was all he really bothered to comment in return before abandoning the girl-- just not really-- to go and excuse himself, off to the kitchen for checking to see whether or not his assumptions proved true. Sure enough, Roselyn had covered both coffee and tea in her morning ritual beside Mother Dearest (from whom he got a cling-to-the-waist greeting) and it didn't take but a minute for him to get two mugs worth and be off again.
There, not much trouble, really.
"Here." And he didn't waste time in returning to pass the second glass over to Aster before unceremoniously plunking himself back on the bed corner to take a few sips as well. Mmm, that was a pretty good roast, actually, not too bitter...
Warm unfrozen houses were a good thing, particularly to the sickly and cold-sensitive-- though the chilly weather in Porooskia still couldn't hold a candle to Salig... or hell, those horrible icy caverns in La'Dor they'd been lucky enough to spend the night in months back!
And having a partner who doubled as a space heater was also nice (... once he'd defrosted, that was).
"Oh, that'd be--" O SHI SNEEZE OW... well, she'd gotten used to it and was excellent about diverting it AWAY from any company, picking right up where she'd left off once the sniffling abated. "-- Pleasant..."
Mm, maybe if she was lucky, it'd warm up enough by mid day to go venture outside a bit? Being more or less stuck in bed healing (and then indoors once she could get out of it) for the past two weeks could give even the most serene people a bit of cabin fever, after all.
"Breakfast will be ready in five minutes!" Meanwhile, Moacyr was fixing (oh, lovely) some pancakes and eggs to go with the morning drinks, too.
Simple food was such a nice break after suffering the Summerfield house for so long, really.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 5:58 pm
"Oh...."
Well, Aster was at least able to entertain herself while she was ABANDONEDSOB, tapping her hands on her knees and half-humming to herself and... falling back asleep.
Oyes, she'd half-dozed before Yossarian had made his return with the coffee. In fact, it had to be shoved under her nose before she perked and took it from him, sipping at it lamely and prrprring. The noise of ETERNAL HAPPEEEEEEEE. No really, if the prrprr was complained about, her without her prrprr would be even more of an issue.
Because depressed mates were bad.
"Hmm.... I don't think I've had this particular roast before..." Aster commented. Then again, she probably wasn't as well-trained to coffee as she was to her alcohols... ah ha ha.
And her drinking songs... and the drinking games... Hmm, on that note:
"Did you ever figure out the trick? Y'know, Two down, two up, one down, one up?"
And he was grateful to not be utterly sneezed on. As sneezed on would mean he'd have to go clean up or whatever else came with snot and germs and yeah.
"It should be. Perhaps I'll go chop some firewood today.."
THEN WE CAN HAVE A BIG FIRE TO WARM THE HOUSE WITH OUR PASSION +___+. Okay, not really.
Which, on the note of fire and warming, it sounded to him as though there would be food in his near future. Omai.
"Mmmm.... sounds like we're in for more of the same.." AKA DELICIOUS AND SIMPLE AND NOT MADE BY ASTERKITTEN, "then it's on to.."
...
.....
On to what?
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 10:07 pm
And the saddest part of all? Yossarian had already anticipated that she'd probably be on her way out again by the time he got back-- which was exactly why he did shove the mug as her so forcefully in the first place. She was just the kind of person who didn't wake up or stay that way without a bit of heavy-handed coaxing.
Mmm, he was enjoying his drink more than he'd admit to though; it was nice to have some decent coffee again (his gifted bag of the stuff from the other two had run out long ago) after so many cups of questionable sludge and mediocre brewing from Inn to Inn...
Hell, there were more perks to staying at 'home' than he'd thought at f-- ohae, conversation time!
"... I never cared to consider it again," he responded simply, perhaps a little too deadpan, but eh. "Following that little intoxication incident, I felt it best never to revisit such thoughts."
AH HA HA, and whose fault had that intoxication been again?
Oooh, chopping firewood? Well, that sounded like just the kind of mundane chore Sir would take up for slaughtering his boredom (and some dead trees), what with all the physical activity and weapon-swinging all over the place...
Though it was still a little difficult for Shae to believe how damn quickly he was recovering from his injuries-- especially in comparison to how she'd faired, which was pretty damn pathetic. Two weeks after the fact, he was back up to almost superhuman strength and she... was sneezing, coughing, sore, and huddled up in blankets like the pathetic still-injured sickie she was.
Bah.
"Smells nice..." Not a lie; Moacyr's cooking always filled the house up with nice smells-- and there was always food mellow enough to chew on without a stomachache, too (ah the ways she got spoiled). "There's always... walking to town, maybe?" God, even if she was too out of shape (well, health) to really be out for too long, just getting fresh (hopefully not FREEZING) air in her system sounded so nice. "It's the weekend, so there may be some late season market going on..."
Of course that was about the time their cuddly (... well, co-blanketed) conversation was interrupted by Roselyn who, with a shaky half smile, came trotting out to-- awww-- shove a couple of glasses of green tea at the little couch bums while they waited for breakfast to finish up! How nice of her!
Life was pretty good.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 10:55 pm
....
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"Just curious." Was that a little tinge of guilt for our little alcoholic? Oh yes it was! Because she knew very well that the intoxication was her fault. As was his beautiful affair with the floor and her having to drag him back up the stairs.
Ah ha ha. Memories of being jealous of whomever he was married to (even though he wasn't) came back about two seconds after that. JEALOUS OF HERSELF NOW WAS SHE?
..
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......
Sip sip.
It did smell nice, actually... even Kanda had to agree with that one. Oh yes, he'd been a good superman and had been eating.
If only because his first denials had been met with sadfaces and uncertainties of little kittens (See: the 'daughters') who would stare at their own plates and fidget because they were thrown off guard by him.
Alas.
But now it seemed to be tea time, Kanda taking the glass that was offered to him, sipping at it to test how strong it was... and seeming rather pleased.
"Good as always, Roselyn. Thank you."
Because it was easier to stroke the ego of the child as opposed to anything else.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:06 am
"... Ah."
Guilt? Really?
Well, 'significant other' or not, even if Yossarian did pick up on whatever twinge she might've been harboring, he wasn't about to give her a pat or a 'there, there, not your fault' because... yeah, it kind of was her fault. In fact, it was completely her fault; she'd been the one to drag in that (HARD) cider and suggest a drinking game and then FAIL TO TELL THEM SOMETHING WAS UP.
But at the same time he didn't rub her nose in it, just... sat there and sipped, letting his brain idle slowly towards a less hazy state of awake--
"It's ready!" Aaand there was the call for breakfast from Mother dearest, actually relatively well timed, all things considered, seeing as there wasn't much better to do.
Now the only thing to be decided was whether to eat in their (... his?) room or to drag the gimp out for a more 'social' meal, passing her a vaguely inquiring look.
And dear little Roselyn seemed absolutely thrilled for the compliment, imaginary tail wagging madly as she turned a rosy shade of pink, squeaked a little "t-thank you, Sir!" under her breath and, before Shae could even echo his commentary, scampered back to the kitchen to cling to Mother's skirt, only to have the breakfast holler sent out moments later.
But right, then, time to abandon her blanket and spot next to the semi-thawed partner to go shuffling into the kitchen (with a politely hoarse greeting and Good Morning to the cook) to pick up a plate (already set out) and partake of the breakfast menu was consisted of... hmm, yep, just pancakes and eggs. Nice, simple, recognizable (good) food. Oh, what a blessing it was.
... With some syrup and berries and butter on the side for those who wanted extra things, of course.
Either way, though, good and simple was definitely appreciated, and the scraggly female took a fair portion for herself-- figuring that, even if her appetite was out the window, it'd feel pleasant enough to get down anyway.
That, and she still abided by the 'one does, other does' rule established so very long ago.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 10:12 am
The real question was whether or not Yossarian wanted to risk his masculinity in front of his father and rival and be caught carrying his TWU WUV bridal style into the other room.
Because before he'd even passed her the inquiring look she'd set her cup of coffee (or what used to have coffee in it, holy s**t she drank that stuff fast) on the side table (with a good test of upper body strength to reach there and then right herself back onto her bum) and flung her arms up and out to him.
GRABBY HANDS.
Okay, she was just facilitating easier lifting. If not in a way that would probably first say GET OVER HERE AND LOOOOOOOOVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Because she was prone to doing so, if not too badly as of late. Being able to glue herself to his chest during the night was probably helping that along.
"Well, we better go join then before people think I'm dead in here."
.... Did he have a mini fangirl and not know it?
Either way, however, it was time for both of the couch potatoes to trail along after the little nobreed and grab a plate of.. well, however they wanted to dish it up, frankly.
In Kanda's case, two pancakes, some eggs, a SMALL drizzle of syrup over his pancakes, a smear of butter and he was good. Not an overly healthy amount of food, but considering the difference, he was trying to space out what he normally didn't eat over a period of time in which he normally didn't eat.
So either way he was forcing food into his system.
And then, any minute Langston would make his grand appearance, ramble something about a radiant goddess, blindside his wife, and oversweeten his plate enough to make him want to puke.
Yes, Langston had become that predictable.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 11:23 am
... Grabby hands.
She was making grabby hands at him. Ohgodwhy.
"I suppose so."
At least she had a reason for it though and, once Yossarian had stopped giving her that WHAT IN GOD'S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU DOING look long enough to stop and think it over, it made sense enough. So then, right, on to downing his last swig of coffee and... picking her up, as if she were some giant, fully sentient, butterfurred criipple baby.
There was no getting around it, but oh, how his masculinity ached when he hauled her out into the living room to plunk in a chair (yes, he'd be the one to fetch their plates-- it was more or less standard by now) just in time to, sure enough, hear his father making a grand appearance in the kitchen by...
Yep, practically exploding onto the scene from the hall and nearly toppling Moacyr over (thank god she hadn't been holding something hot) in his embrace, smiling oooh so radiantly and purring happy praises in her ear. Because he truly was that predictable.
"Mmm, smells finer than that gods' ambrosia," he crooned with more syrupy sweetness than the syrup itself (a stunning feat) as Shae took just a bit of it to drizzle over her own (ohae, two!) pancakes with a wee knob of butter on top. Like Sir, she wasn't one to overly dress her food; if anything, she skimped more than he did...
Aaand with all of that accomplished it was time to beat a hasty retreat from the room before her stomach decided that the gushy atmosphere was going to make it sick (...er) again. So then, seeing as the family dining room wasn't built for seven, back to the couch to--
"Oh, good morning, Ma'am..." Well hey, there was Aster-- and Yossarian, who'd just passed her by to go dish up with a little grimace on his face. No matter, though; she shrugged it off in favor of reclaiming the (regrettably now cold) spot she'd abandoned on the couch, half-blanket and all.
Hell, even just eating together without random odd fellow-Inn strangers pacing downstairs was kind of nice, wasn't it?
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:00 pm
And she was even good enough to not prrprr his masculinity to dust. Awww~ Nope, she just played the good little sentient kitten and didn't prrprr and gush at him as she was carried along to the kitchen.
Good thing they'd missed dad coming in, though.
As Aster had to wince ever so slightly for Moacyr as Langston made his dramatic and love-cooing entrance. Really, it seemed to her as though she'd never get used to any males being so... affectionate.
Yossarian would likely never be that affectionate, even after she'd properly whipped him into a less-than-awkward partner for her snugglebits, and her father..
.....
.......
AH HA HA HA HA. Keeko? Affectionate and loving? Only when he wanted to scare the s**t out of her.
And Kanda went along right after her to join her on the couch, half-stabbing at his plate and popping a bite of the eggs into his mouth.
Perhaps he was biased, but this wasn't the MOSTWONDERFULSTUFFEVER he'd eaten as Langston made it out to be, but it was better than Inn food he'd been living off of for a good chunk of his life.
"Quite the happy family, aren't they?"
Oh yes, Yossarian certainly had a certain bit there that nobody else present in the house was privvy to.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:06 pm
Hmm, hmm, well then...
He probably could've been a little daintier about the preparation of the plates, but given that Daddy Dearest was in the room and SMOTHERING his poor mother with affections, Yossarian had no desire to stick around any longer than absolutely necessary and thus made EPIC HASTE to dish up and bail, out the door and back to the living room before Langston could even detach to try and hug him.
Because that was just... yeah, no.
"... Here." Unusually succinct of him as he passed her meal (plus fork) to her-- a pathetically messy arrangement just like his own-- before seating himself in... yep, the next chair over. At least his parents had enough furniture to occupy the quartet along with their own load... even if the bedding was still in short supply.
As for the food itself, he would've agreed with Kanda, actually; it was just fine (his mother was a good cook), but nothing too amazingly special. Blah. Only the fancier dishes would've qualified or that.
As far as Shae was concerned, this was about as good as it got for breakfast, actually; though her tastes were a little odd in comparison to the norm, so... eh.
"They are..." She definitely couldn't argue his point there though, what with Langston's cheerful gushing and Moacyr's quiet (and obviously amused) appeasement attempts audible even from where they were sitting in the other room. Amazing that anyone who'd been married for (at least) twenty years could still act like frisky teenagers with one another...
Though for as corny (and for some, frustrating) as it was, there was still a certain bizarre charm to being in a household with a husband and wife who WEREN'T stark raving crazy or depraved (like pretty much every other living parent of the group). It was almost nostalgic, even.
So... yes. They were really just out killing time and hunger pains for now, huh? Nothing wrong with that...
And god help them when Langston finally pranced in and announced what he'd oh-so-conveniently forgotten to remember (... what?) until just that morning. AH HA HA HA.
Sure doom loomed on the horizon and no one was even the wiser.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:48 pm
Food was good, yes. Even if the breakfast theater was becoming old news. But eh, at least she'd been able to feed herself over the course of the last week or so.
Because limb mobility was definitely nice. Not to mention sitting up in a chair meant circulation was in order!
But messy arrangement or not, Aster was more than happy to cut at her pancakes with the side of her fork and pop them into her mouth. NOM NOM NOM. Mmmm, Mom was a good cook, really. Even if..
...
....
Not as much as Dad was making her out to be.
"Dad, breakfast table. Do you mind?" PLZ TO NOT BE OF GETTING FRISKY AT YOUR WIFE WHILE I'M TRYING TO EAT.
Oh yes, little did they know that their 'nice mundane morning' would be going horrifically downhill in the next little while.
Ah ha ha...
Ha...
Ha ha ha.
... Yeah.
"Pleasant enough people, really." Kanda wasn't exactly their biggest fan, but he'd give the couple their credit. Or at least Moacyr. Langston was a bit... er.... clingy in his opinion.
"How's yours?"
Nn, pointless conversation, as it was probably the same as his... but at least he cared to ask.
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