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Then I don't think . . .

I'm not sure I have anything else to talk about, from then...

...

Okay.

[ there's a fairly lengthy pause. vaguely, she sort of gets the impression that he's picked up on her lie, within that, that she's made him upset - neither is acceptable but it's difficult to compromise the former for the latter; she can't upset him, can't reject him, but what happened would certainly upset him, wouldn't it? and lucifel's double -

lucifel's double, she thinks, surely is undeserving of any further enmity. she isn't worth that, not in general, not when she can so vividly recall enjoying so much of what was done to her - what they did together, anyway, not when she invited and requested everything herself - in comparison to what happened to doodle, it's less than a footnote. and yet,

and yet, here they are. she can't divulge that information, but she can't hurt him any further than this -

so she presses close again, leaning to kiss lightly at the shell of his ear. soothing? ]

It was just things like that . . . he was really interested in my principles, so we talked about things like that for a pretty long time before I left... well, he did ask about Luci, but I don't think I was very helpful . . .

[sighs again, reaching to run a hand through her hair, perhaps to comfort her or himself]

What did he think? About your principles.

[ trembles, briefly, at the hand in her hair before calming down ]

I don't think he liked them very much . . .

[ with a small, thin smile ]

[pulls his hand away immediately like it's been burned, but doesn't acknowledge it in any way]

Not surprising.

Even though he's different, there's a lot that's still the same, so I could tell...

... What happened with you two?

I already told you, didn't I.

... Is that all?

...

[he can't tell her about what happened on the second day. he can't.]

Yeah. Pretty much.

. . . Is that really true?

[ she opens her mouth as if she intends to follow up that question, but instead just gives him a squeeze, hugging him loosely ]

As true as what you said.

[ ah

she . . . laughs? it's definitely something that could be construed as a laugh, short as it is, self-deriding; it's entirely different from her facetwin's but even then it probably sounds strange. nothing at all like the time he tickled her, or -

oh.

is that the only time it's happened? wild. ]

. . . I'm sorry.

[holy shit that's wild]

...Yeah. Me too.

... Is it okay for me to sleep here tonight...?

Yeah, of course.

[ a pause before she rephrases it, ]

... Do you want me to sleep here tonight?

...

Yeah. I do.

Okay.

[ and another pause as she leans in, deliberating for a moment or so

before kissing his

forehead. ]

[

yeah okay forehead kiss is good]

Do you wanna get ready for sleep already?

... We can talk a little more, if you want to...

... Are you hungry...?

Not really.

[which part is he answering there]

Have you eaten?

A while ago.

[ frowns ]

... How long ago was "a while?"

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