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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

There are those giant bugs out there, yeah? I'll take her to see those, someday. Royce doesn't like 'em much.

[furgood]

[Laughs] So I hear. I mostly go for the food. Not too far in.

[She squeezes his hand ] Everything okay?

[devoutish]

Yeah. We're all right. But life can still be difficult, even in a place like this.

[furgood]

Life is like that...[Hums ] It felt like winter lasted forever you know...

[devoutish]

Does the winter bother you?

[furgood]

It's beautiful... But I don't like the cold. Or the way snow gets everything wet and you feel even colder.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[Yeah, he feels that.]

But hot baths and warm blankets - those are lovely in the winter.

[furgood]

I didn't say it was all awful. Those are what make it bearable. Though I have to admit, getting out of the bath is the worst part. You don't have as much wet hair, you wouldn't understand.

[devoutish]

I've got a wet beard.

[furgood]

[She reaches over and tugs his beard, though very gently ] Oh you poor thing. I'm sure it's a perfect comparison to all this.

[She shakes her head, sending her hair whipping about ]

[devoutish]

Oi. Imagine this dripping into your mouth.

[He grins, gesturing to his mustache.]

[furgood]

I love that you think my hair doesn't get in my mouth.

[devoutish]

Well, stop waving your head around, then.

[furgood]

[ She shakes her head again ] I also love that you think you're immune to its ways. Try kissing me when I don't have it pushed back, see if it doesn't get everywhere.

[devoutish]

All right.

[He reaches for her hair, aiming to toss it forward over her shoulder.]

[furgood]

[She laughs and lets him pull her hair forward but she tosses her head a little so it settles a bit over her face]

Better. More accurate to the experience.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He'll muss up her hair a little more, if she'll let him.]

Even better.

[furgood]

[She bites her lip, attempting to hold in the giggles ] Mhmm... Now I look a mess but this hair turns into a mess if you look at it wrong.

[devoutish]

But--

[He pushes some of her hair out of the way, leaning in to kiss her.]

[furgood]

[She's still trying not to laugh even as he kisses her but it becomes a sufficient distraction within moments.]

[devoutish]

Not so bad.

[He murmurs, pulling back from the kiss only just barely.]

[furgood]

[She giggles and kisses him quick and softly] Purrhaps. You pass the first test. Putting up with my mane.

[devoutish]

And it is quite the lion's mane. Yeah - all right, I will accept that it may be worse than my beard.

[He pulls back enough to shoot her a wink.]

It's not wet, though.

[And look at where they are, sitting by a lake.]

[furgood]

Don't get me wrong, your beard is a bit of a menace. Scratchy. But I survive. My hair is wise when it's wet. Sticks everywhere

[devoutish]

Right, so, you're telling me that I should not throw you in the lake, then.