Sadde and Bell in Worm
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A copy floats over to the door and opens it.

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In comes Transit. He gives Lorica grape juice and cookies and an iron pill.

"Thanks, Dad."

"No problem," he says. "Let me know when you want to go home."

"I will." She props herself up to swallow the pill with a swig of juice.
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Sadde watches this and somehow manages not to look incredibly, terribly guilty of some unspeakable crime against Bella's virtue or—something, with Transit there.

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Bella chugs the rest of the juice, then flops back down on her boyfriend. Transit pats her head and departs.

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Her boyfriend snuggles up, burying his face in her neck, and kisses her there.

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She's a little too woozy to eeee, but she can mmmm.

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Mmming is alright. He just wants to enjoy the fact that she's completely and totally not dead. He hugs her a bit tighter.

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She might doze off.

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That's alright. He'll be running one of his hands through her hair soothingly, not really doing or saying anything, sometimes making soft 'mmm' sounds.

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Yup, there she goes. Zzzzzz.

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Awwwww.

The repetitive motion and quiet environment might just cause him to fall asleep as well.
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Lorica yawns awake about an hour later.
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Which wakes him up as well, smiling. "Mrng."

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"I don't think it's morning." Kiss. Oh look, cookies. She opens her packet of cookies and eats them.

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Mmm kiss! "Yeah, guess it's not," he says, sitting up. "How're you feeling?"

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"Slightly weak, otherwise okay. What time is it?"

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A copy appears to reach for the phone, say, "Five seventeen," put it down again, then disappear.

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"Dinnertime. Be sort of awkward to go in costume or I'd suggest we make it a dinner date."

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"Neither of us is in costume?"

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"Narrows down who exactly would have to run into us, but only to 'anyone who knows either of us from school or knows you from the team'."

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"Hm. We could order something and eat it here, with," and he conjures floating candles. "Maybe even," and he conjures a floating violin playing something mid-air.

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She giggles. "I can send the surviving bots for Jewish deli, does that sound fun?"

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"Yeah! What should the restaurant be like? I'm terrible at decoration."

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"No need to go overboard. What deli stuff do you like?"

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"Dunno. Surprise me?"

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