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[ Except if he's drunk, and maybe he'll filter her answer through alcohol, and - she sends the next one without thinking nearly enough about it and then spends a little while staring at her phone wondering if she should be regretting this more. ]

ily too please tell me you're being careful

[ She can always claim she was shorthanding I like you, right. ]

it's kind of a teal color right now but they've been tasting different as i keep making them

i'm totally being careful don't you trust me

i trust youuuuu

how long have you been keeping making them?

i trust you to do everything but take care of yourself

the first four were basically the same color

this one and the last two have had more variation. it's kind of a pretty color actually

wow, that hurts. right in the potentially-accurates

any between those first four and the last three?

right in the definitely-accurates

do i need to come find you

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

maybe idk

what i'm fine i'm right here still talking lalalalalala see totally okay

do you know where YOU are?

i'm not sure i trust that 'totally okay' without being able to see you saying it

and it doesn't help that you said 'here' without any explanation of where here is

i do know where i am i'm in my room

well come on then

you haven't told me where you are still

though i guess i can ask jarvis

you could do that

or you could come to the 2nd floor parlor since that's where this particular liquor cabinet is

[ She doesn't respond to that one but instead wanders over, not really dressed because she was thinking of at least trying to sleep sometime soon, even if actual sleep would be a while off. When she reaches the room she leans against the doorjam for a bit and watches him, arms folded and failing at trying to hide her smile. ]

You good there?

[ He's currently mostly sitting on the edge of a cushioned chair he's clearly pulled over to the nice little set-up he's got going on. Right now he's pouring things, examining them, although it looks less like mad science at this point than it does like maybe a sick but well-medicated, probably with decongestants, seven year old with their homemade chemistry set. Or, it would look like that, if it weren't six kinds of alcohol he was mixing together. He responds with a grin at first, not looking up though, because that way lies disaster when you're already having trouble getting everything in the right place, and he hasn't made it this far in life by being an entirely incompetent drunk. ]

I'm awesome. Just got back in, took allllllll day for that meeting. [ 'Just' is relative, since it clearly took some time to get this far with things. ] You want one?

[ She stays leaning against the doorway for now, evaluating the situation as she can. It is looking a bit mad scientist-y, and he's looking a bit drunk, definitely. After a moment she stirs herself up and heads slowly towards him, eyebrows raised. ]

Must have gotten something out of it, then. No thanks, I'm good. No drinking necessary here.

Yeah, a severe need to imbibe. [ Taste testing. Hmm, needs a little more of the bottle in his hand. No, wait, he sets that one down, picks up a different one, tries that one instead. A little better. ] Are you sure? These are pretty tasty once I get the recipe down again.

Too much paperwork, or? [ Perching on the arm of his chair as she watches him, face mostly neutral but something fond and amused in her eyes. ] I'm sure, promise.

[ Taste test number nth. He's pleased. He sets the bottles back down and picks up the glass instead, deciding to just sort of sit where he is and lean back against the edge of the loveseat type thing he's next to. He hardly even spills any of his drink. ] Missing out. What'd you do today? M'sure it's more interesting. [ And he's not even entirely slurring too, it's a total momentary win for him on both counts, sipping at the drink again as he waits for an answer. ]

[ She runs her hand through his hair for a moment and then flops backwards over the armrest to lie across the seat, legs hooked over the armrest still. ] Yes, because I do so many interesting things. [ Nudging him with her elbow. ] I mostly just worked on taking things apart. You know how it goes.

[ Oh, that's nice, he turns into that, because he likes that quite a lot, but she stops and he drinks a little more of his concoction and then rests his head back against whatever part of her is behind his head when she's finished moving. ] Taking things apart. S'fun. I like doing that. Today.... I put things together. Verbally. Exhausting. But not too bad. [ Hey wait. ] You do a lot of interrrsting things. [ Head sort of nudging into her in emphasis. ] Lots of interesting 'ings.

[ His head is resting against the side of her stomach, and now that she's settled she rests her hand back in his hair, cards through it slowly and surely. ] You do a pretty good job of that too. Putting things together. [ And smiling at him even if he can't really see it, indulgent and warm. ] Yeah? I guess I do.

[ Yes he's back to leaning into that, pleased with the reception. ] I'm amazing at putting things together. Most things. Not usually words when I need them, although I'm very good at insulting people. That's more or less a personal skill at this point.

[ Oh, good, she'll just keep up with it then. ] I think you're good at putting words together.

[ He'll just sort of let his head keep resting on her stomach, close his eyes and appreciate it while it lasts. ] I can string them together cohesively, sure. Coherently. I can sound like I know what I'm talking about, because I usually do.

I think you manage to put words together into very good sentences. [ Amused, and she leans over to kiss his temple before keeping on with her hand in his hair. ] Doesn't sound like it was a very good day though.

[ He lets his head fall to one side a little so that she doesn't have to stop but that he can look at her for a moment before closing his eyes. He looks pretty content right now. ] Nope. But. It's slowly getting better.

[ It's a good look on him, contentedness, and right now she's perfectly content in turn to just sit here and watch him relax under her hand. It's a warm sort of feeling, calm and easy. ] Good. Tomorrow I can yell at people for you if you want. I'm very good at it.

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i'm not sure if i like that or not

you should just go with liking it

well. okay, mistress

asldkf really

8D /halo | don't you want to be you know you do

i suppose i could see it yes

/awe and wonder

i'm no good at receiving compliments though

you can just tell me not to give you any

i can tell you to do lots of things

that feels excitingly ominous

perhaps because it totally is

i don't think i have an emoticon for the face/feeling i have

excellent 8)

/coy

pls i know what you want

/hangdog yes you know exactly what i want

i promise to only use this knowledge for good darling

well thank you

i'm a very considerate and loving person

you are!

for you at least

and that's what matters

naturally <3