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[Del had seen a couple of people, but there was still that hole. She didn't like it at all. So, a few loud thumps later and the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor cued Del beginning to try and find another piece of her that had gone away.

Scraaaaaaaape. Thump thump thump.

...oww... sniffle]

Citta? Citta, it's heavy... Come and help, it landed on my foot and it hurts...

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[aw, poor Del. D:]

Be there in a tick, love. [a pause] In your room, yeah?

Yeaaaaah...

[The door is open, whenever he gets there. And she hasn't bothered to take the oil rainbows off the walls, since she got them as a present twice (one from the castle, and once from Pollution. She's standing in the middle of the room with his couch. She wasn't sure where to put it, so it's been scraping around for a while now.]

Right, then.

[and one magic timeskip later, he's headed into her room. takes a moment to look around just to see what he's getting into, having her drag a couch here for him to steal, and then he's moving over to help her] Let it go, pet--'ve got it.

[She stops yanking ineffectually, and moves away. She looks at him a little nervously]

...Where should it go?

Dunno. [shrugs a little, looking over the couch and then around the room, thoughtfully] Your flat. Suppose it should go somewhere y'don't think you'll trip over it, middle of the night.

Trip? [Confused look. And then she points to a wall vaguely off to the side]

There? would there be bad? [It's across the room from a space that might look like it feels like being a bed sometimes.]

Looks good to me, love. [picks it up a little awkwardly. it's not heavy, given that he's a vampire and all, but it's definitely not the sort of thing one bloke was meant to cart around, so it's a little difficult. regardless, though, he gets it over to where it's meant to be, and takes a step back, admiring his handiwork] What d'you think?

[Reaching for his hand, she pulls him to sit down]

Good? Ish... kinda ly?

[lets her tug him down, flashing her a grin] Just a bit, yeah.

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[Sighs happily and pulls her legs up onto the couch too. She leans back and stares at the rest of her room, thinking]

It's not achey? Sweet Sparkly didn't like it.

[stretches out on the couch] Beg pardon, love? [a beat, as he lets that sink in, and then in response to what he thinks she meant] Like it well enough. S'a bit posh.

Posh... [She thinks about this for a moment, and then tries to lean over to see it from his point of view. Because that would change how it looked, of course. It was getting to be less like the standard castle room, since she'd been spending more time in it, but it was nothing like the swirling mass of chaotic colour that happened when she never left.]

I feel very fuzzy...

[shoots her a glance, amused] Might have somethin' t'do with the couch, y'realize?

...The couch is posh?

Was talkin' more 'bout the fuzzy bit, but yeah. It is. [pause] Already said that, didn't I?

[Tries to cuddle into his side]

You could stay.

[drapes an arm around her, to hold her close]

Was plannin' on it, love. Told'ja you'd have a hell've a time gettin' me off this couch, f'you got one.

[Sighs happily, and may be thinking about how to get him into the bed instead of on the couch. But... She couldn't actually say that. Probably.]

It's a nice couch. I have a puppy.

[would probably have a moment of, "Um, WTF?" if she did manage. and then go right along with it. oh, Spike, and your lack of morals]

Oi! Who you callin' puppy? [pokes her in the side, teasingly]

[Giggles and wiggles a bit against him, in protest of the ticklyness]

Miss Barnabas is a puppy. Citta is... [She shrugs a little and curls against him again.]

Know that, love. I was just havin' a laugh. [flashes her a bit of a smile, and pulls her close again. might be snuggling just a bit]

[Nuzzle nuzzle. Goodness this loss makes her touchy.]

That's a nice word.

[doesn't seem to think anything of it--just thinks she's been fluffy, today. everyone has their days, after all]

Which one, then? [reaches up to thread his fingers through her hair on a whim]

[Tilts her head towards his hand, and her eyelids drop a little so she looks much like a contented kitty being petted]

The one that goes with all the butterflies.

Right, sorry--my mistake.

[has no idea what she's talking about still, honestly, but whatever. if she's happy, he can live with having no idea what she's on about. and that in mind, he spiders his fingers in and out of her hair, lightly]