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Iobel glances around her room. She doesn't have a sofa, but she has a bed, and it is sittable-on. There she goes. And sits on it.

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Edarial does the same, and - shyly holds out his arms for more hugs.

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Iobel tucks herself into his embrace and puts her head back on his shoulder.

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And Edarial goes back to holding her and petting her hair.

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Snuggly.

"If somebody were spying on us and didn't know better, they'd think we were flaunting," she murmurs.
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"Well that is what they get for spying on us. Their own fault."

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"That makes perfect sense."

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"I try."

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Cricket has woken up and is peering at them silently from under Iobel's desk.

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Edarial does not care! Look at him, not caring about what the cat thinks of him.

(Okay, maybe he still does. A little.)
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Well, Cricket isn't saying anything judgmental or otherwise.

He lies back down again and closes his eyes, apparently satisfied that Iobel doesn't need her cat to spring to her defense against the horror of snuggling.
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Good. Cricket can keep on not saying judgmental things. That is the solution that makes Edarial happy, here.

Back to the horror of snuggling.
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So horrific. Eeeeeee.

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Edarial smiles a bit. At the horror. Eeeeee!

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