Nigel Kane (
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life and its complications.
[It is a laundry day in someone else's mind.
He took extra steps to leave her alone to her task. She has quite a task ahead of her, and Nigel would only be in the way. Thus, he kept to cat naps, to shifting between waking and sleeping states.
Eventually, his throat demands a trip, and he emerges from his room with the intent to go to the kitchen. An intent that cuts short inches from his destination, when he catches sight of white-gold in the laundry room. Of skin he shouldn't be catching, a floral shape etched against the pale. White with a blue edge. Maybe. It's hard to tell with his sight.
Nigel halts, caught in an emotion unnamed. And as with all his awkward steps, he begins with words.]
A tattoo?
He took extra steps to leave her alone to her task. She has quite a task ahead of her, and Nigel would only be in the way. Thus, he kept to cat naps, to shifting between waking and sleeping states.
Eventually, his throat demands a trip, and he emerges from his room with the intent to go to the kitchen. An intent that cuts short inches from his destination, when he catches sight of white-gold in the laundry room. Of skin he shouldn't be catching, a floral shape etched against the pale. White with a blue edge. Maybe. It's hard to tell with his sight.
Nigel halts, caught in an emotion unnamed. And as with all his awkward steps, he begins with words.]
A tattoo?
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This is new. Frighteningly new, and he wants to stay here.
But he has to breathe. To live. He begins to loosen his hand, allowing it to drop down to his side. He wonders how to separate them without offending her and comes up with nothing.
So he stays, unmoving. Silent.]
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She doesn't move. But she speaks. ]
You want to stay here. Stop trying to deny yourself.
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But it hurts.
[Is the murmur.]
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Then show me how to help you. To not hurt you.
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Could we talk about something else? Anything?
[A shuddered inhale.]
I just want to calm down.
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That line was awful.
[ The ice cream that never happened. ]
There was no way I wanted to stand with that many people.
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It was as if they had nowhere better to be.
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[ But they are lazy and cheap. ]
I should learn how to make ice cream.
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[It requires churning, from what he's been told.]
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Mmm, churning. ]Efffffort.
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So allergic to effort.
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It's nice to be lazy sometimes.
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Then we should sleep more.
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[Green eyes widen in realization as his cheeks suddenly flush red.]
Oh.
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Not allowed to coma. I'd miss you too much.
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That's why I probably will never have my way.
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I want to stay with you.
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Then change your wants.
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Sorry. I'm just tired. A lot.
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[ This is said with no insinuations. She straightens, then pats her thighs and mimes petting, an offer to pet him to sleep in her lap. ]
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His lips twitch first before the words, or word, come spilling out.]
W-W-What?
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Tired. Petting. Sleeping. Together.
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You're up for that?
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