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[notinthefett]

Warren strolls out of the physical, but not the metaphorical closet wiping his hands on his jeans (one of his old pairs, already previously well wiped). He belly flops onto the bed, because he requires attention.

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[alien_isabel]

"Hey sexy working man of mine."

She blinks.

"And I don't mean that in the way working woman is sometimes interpreted."

[notinthefett]

He wriggles across the bed to her, like a worm, until he can lay his head in her lap.

"Whatcha doin'?"

[alien_isabel]

"Reading. And now petting my wonderful boyfriend. So...guess what?" SHe's smiling really hard. Her cheeks will hurt if she keeps this up.

[notinthefett]

He rolls onto his back, gazing up at her curriously, head cocked to the side.