[ Drawing her legs up underneath her, Aranea resumes a more stately sprawl. Half of the couch is still given up for him, though, regardless or whether or not he's on the floor. ]
That wasn't a sanctioned penalty, that was a crime of passion.
[ She adds, referring to kicking him off the couch. As her smile indicates, Aranea's too pleased with herself. They're rather alike, in that regard. ]
[He dumps the floor-scraps to the edge of the plate, well away from the remnants of the rest of his meal. He'll pick them up, but he absolutely does not trust the floor in an apartment this cheap, in a world that may very well have illnesses they've never encountered on Eos. No thank you, floor-food.
Instead he'll shove himself up from the floor, walking around the couch to set his plate down on the counter- typically he'd go ahead and wash it now, but he'll wait until the end and do it and the pans he'd cooked with all at once, instead just giving another short chuckle at Aranea's comments.]
Not too often? [A click of the tongue and he shakes his head as he comes back to the couch.] You shouldn't make promises you can't keep either. Especially if you loathe what a pundit I can be.
[ok thats the last one for now promise.]
But alright. I agree. If for no other reason than your sanity.
[ Aranea makes a bit of a face at the pundit remark but otherwise lets it lie. Seeing that he's finished his dinner, with her plate in a similar state, she exercises especially less care and just leaves her dirty plate on the coffee table. ]
The whole night? Such generosity. [There's another small laugh there- and as she's done, he'll recover her plate as well, returning to the kitchen to start doing the minimal dishes, packing away the small amount left. Might as well get it out of the way while it's still easy to do.]
I suppose if that's the case, I can't be expected to refuse.
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[ Drawing her legs up underneath her, Aranea resumes a more stately sprawl. Half of the couch is still given up for him, though, regardless or whether or not he's on the floor. ]
That wasn't a sanctioned penalty, that was a crime of passion.
[ She adds, referring to kicking him off the couch. As her smile indicates, Aranea's too pleased with herself. They're rather alike, in that regard. ]
Don't worry, that won't happen too often.
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Instead he'll shove himself up from the floor, walking around the couch to set his plate down on the counter- typically he'd go ahead and wash it now, but he'll wait until the end and do it and the pans he'd cooked with all at once, instead just giving another short chuckle at Aranea's comments.]
Not too often? [A click of the tongue and he shakes his head as he comes back to the couch.] You shouldn't make promises you can't keep either. Especially if you loathe what a pundit I can be.
[ok thats the last one for now promise.]
But alright. I agree. If for no other reason than your sanity.
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So?
You stayin' the night or what?
[ Romance lives. ]
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The whole night? Such generosity. [There's another small laugh there- and as she's done, he'll recover her plate as well, returning to the kitchen to start doing the minimal dishes, packing away the small amount left. Might as well get it out of the way while it's still easy to do.]
I suppose if that's the case, I can't be expected to refuse.