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[transcribed kitchen noises, pages flipping, fingers tapping against a countertop; dictated:]

Hmmmm.

Does anybody know how to make tomato sauce without using tomatoes?

[footsteps]

Oh hey, what---

[SMACK. (Schuldig just got punched in the face.)]

OW! Son of a bitch! I said I was sorry!

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You--

[soft noise of annoyance]

Isn't this shit over yet?

....

That's fine, whatever you feel like bringing.

[dictated]

Well, um. Not at the moment. It seems.

[awkward pause, then footsteps, elevator noises]

Sorry?

[a pause]

Just come upstairs. I want to have a look at your face, see how bad it is.

You got it.

[door sliding open, footsteps, then knocking--with a soda bottle]

[light footsteps, sound of the door opening]

[silence for a moment]

Well...at least you're in one piece.

[footsteps]

It wasn't that bad.

[clinks and thunks, as Schuldig sets bottles, apples, and his journal on the desk]

I mean, I don't think so; I haven't seen it yet, of course.

[a moment of quiet as Aya stands on tiptoe and looks up intently into Schuldig's face]

[a gentle touch next to his right eye]

Here?

[a short pause wherein Schuldig debates with himself over what to say]

...Yeah, that's it.

Hmm.

You're going to have a nice shiner in the morning.

Didn't bring up any ice?

I couldn't find any ice packs in the freezer.

[a sigh]

Whatever. It's not messed up now, right? So it's fine, sort of.

[a sigh]

You should still have something cold on it, to keep the swelling down.

...hold on.

[footsteps, sound of the tap running in the bathroom]

[Aya returns a moment later with a cold, wet washcloth]

Here, put this on it. It's not frozen peas exactly, but it might help.

Thanks.

[a pause, during which Schuldig grins]

Bored now.

[a long pause, in which Aya just *blinks* at Schuldig]

...you have the attention span of a gnat.

[and yet, she's trying to suppress a grin~]

Yeah yeah, heard it before. Come on, let's do something. Pretend I didn't just get punched.

And what would you suggest?

Twister.

[an amused sigh]

And how are you going to play Twister holding a washcloth to your eye? Hmm?

Occasionally, sacrifices must be made for Twister.

[a pause as Aya grins]

Just no whining when you can't see out of that eye in the morning, okay?

[footsteps and rustling while Aya retrieves the box~]

Me, whine? Never.

[dragging sounds; Schuldig pushes things out of the way to make room]

Guess whoever's closest to the thing gets to spin it.

Okay~

Hmm...start with one foot on yellow, one on blue...got it.

Ready?

Ready~

[spinning noise]

Right hand red.

[plastic-y rustle] It's always too easy in the beginning.

[spinning~]

Left foot green, not so bad.

[a rustle]

Just wait, it'll get worse~

I'm counting on it.

[spinning]

...'Cause otherwise this might be boring. Left hand blue~ [rustle]

Okay, this is--

[a laugh and a rustling sound]

--there. Good thing I've been keeping up with my exercise, huh?

Hold on--

[spinning]

Right foot blue--oh crap! [a laugh]

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