[Auriel is now behind them, a place they’ll never see again, but the experiences there are… forever. Sciel’s attention goes back to hair, still smiling.]
Nothing serious, though, so no one’s coming for dinner any time soon.
[Hard to say, but she has to say something. Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.]
Something where I could imagine a future together. That cuts most people here out, doesn’t it? Unless they have no intention of going back to their own world.
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Good enough. Not sure that'll trouble me, but I'll take it.
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Hmm! Maybe I should start bringing my dates home so you have more opportunities to be sassy and rude!
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Oooh, that would be very, very bold of you. I would have so much fun.
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[She is under no circumstances doing this.]
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[Maelle smiles innocently.]
Any good dates, lately? I might be nicer to them.
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[Auriel is now behind them, a place they’ll never see again, but the experiences there are… forever. Sciel’s attention goes back to hair, still smiling.]
Nothing serious, though, so no one’s coming for dinner any time soon.
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[You opened this can of worms, Sciel. Maelle may not have any interest in relationships herself, but she sure will be nosy about others.]
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Something where I could imagine a future together. That cuts most people here out, doesn’t it? Unless they have no intention of going back to their own world.
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[Things in Sciel's grasp, once. She had some of what people dream of with what little time alotted to them.]
Getting old together?
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[Maybe not nearly as much as she had the moment she’d lost it, but she had.]
I’d be okay if it never happened, of course. But it’d be nice.
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[Even if she's not into Gustave! Maelle has it on pretty good authority he's the best family.]
I can draft up adoption paperwork if you want. For us to sign, not you.
[Sciel can be adopted.]
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[She sets the scissors aside for a moment to wrap her arms around Maelle's neck and hug her from behind.]
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Good. If you forget, I'll have to go the paperwork route. I'd rather not have to do all that thinking.
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[She presses a firm kiss to the top of Maelle’s head and squeezes her so, so tight.]
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[What a way to go, lovingly crushed in a hug. Maelle laughs.]
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[Please, being kept forever is heaven. It's all she wants.]
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[They’d shared Sophie for a long time, after all.]
Now! How short are we cutting your fringe, again? Did we decide?
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[She holds up her index fingers to her cheekbones.]
Do you think that will look okay? Or no?
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[Partly because it is almost the same as she’s worn for ages, but an easy fix, no doubt.]
Plus you’ll be able to style it different ways, at that length.
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[She may play around with fashion a little more here, dabble in make up thanks to Sophie, but hair is still beyond her.]
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[Says the woman who usually starts the day with a decently arranged bun and ends it with her hair practically loose.]
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[Concentrated weight and all that.]
Sophie curled my hair but I can't imagine sitting down and doing that every day.
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[She runs her fingers through Maelle’s hair and sections it into two. She’ll pull the rest back first, and then tackle the bangs.]
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