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[gotacigarette]

She's used to it. Either he stays with her or she stays with him but, more often than not, she falls asleep with one leg twined through Babe's, her face turned against his shoulder. It took some adjustment, after years on her own in a wide, bed, but she's got it now. She'd ever admit to liking it

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[yo_babe]

When Babe's out, he's out, and he ain't easy to wake up either, not unless there's incoming. Maybe it's all the time he's spent in the cold, in the trenches with someone, probably Julian, by his side, that only makes him stir and roll over so he's facin' the wall. He's only vaguely aware that something's happenin', but it just ain't important enough to interrupt the dream he's havin'. Yet. It's a good one, too. Skirts, they're always faceless in dreams unless he knows 'em, but it don't matter much in this one.

He hears the pig snort, but he just tells her to shut up. Phyllis can wait to go for a walk, and maybe Eden'll do him a favor and take her while she's up since he can't feel her weight next to him. He wonders what time it is, but he doesn't roll over to see if the sun's comin' up. Not until he's gotta pee. With a frustrated grunt, Babe sits up, groggy and slow and scrubs a hand over his face. It makes him feel even more sticky with sleep, but he does it anyway.

[gotacigarette]

Though she'd never actually say it, Babe's pretty fucking adorable when he wakes up, but, right now, Eden's got bigger things to worry about. She's got a sheet wrapped around her waist as she picks through Babe's clothes, looking for something that wears big on Babe, because she hasn't seen a mirror yet, but she's pretty sure she's bigger than he is.

Phyllis keeps getting under foot, wanting to go out and Eden tags her with her toe.

"Jesus, Phyllis...get out of the bloody way, would you?"

[yo_babe]

Whatever sleep's left leaves his body in an instant when he hears the low tone of a man's voice in Eden's room. His initial though is that it's another friend of Eden's 'cause she seems to have a lot of 'em runnin' around, and there's always somethin' unpredictable going on with her in his life. It ain't bad thing, the unpredictability, but it's different and it keeps Babe on his toes.

Babe's scramblin' now, for a sheet, for jeans that he jerks onto his body when he stands up. He almost catches himself in his fly, and he's watchin' the intruder with sharper eyes than most people give him credit for. The one thing that makes Babe's hands not do what they want and start shovin' the guy out the door, is the accent, and the fact that he knows Phyllis' name. Eden's gotta be outside, and she's told (yes, told) this fella to come take the damn pig out.

"Ya can't just come bargin' into peoples' huts," Babe says, zipping up his zipper. He snatches up a t-shirt. "Who are ya?"

[gotacigarette]

"Why don't you leave more bloody clothes here, that's what I want to know," mutters Eden, crouched down and slightly off balance with the dimensions of her body all out of wack. She'd sort of been hoping that she could find something to wear and get outside before Babe woke up, sneak out of her own home like a bloody thief, but so much for that.

"It's me, Babe," she says. "It's Eden."