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[There's a hot bird kissing him, and it definitely feels like it's been forever since the last time.]

The glowing's new. [He says, when she gives him a second to breathe. It's got to be Kizuna.]

[ Her hands settle on his cheeks, feeling that familiar stubble against her hands. She missed that. She missed him, the feel of him, the warmth of his skin, the sense of him. That light casts a soft glow that makes the pitch of those feathers that much more prominent and she softens. ]

So are your feathers.

[ She slides a hand up to shift, preen his hair, run her fingers along a feather. ]

They suit you.

[His eyes go wide behind the fall of his bangs, and he drops her, both of his hands going to his hair and feeling for feathers.

Feathers located, he plucks one to look it over, and then immediately grabs at Setsura's feathers. He's going to pull one for comparison if she doesn't stop him.]

Oh wow! Never had a contract do that before!

[ Her ass may be on the ground, her feathers ruffled from having been dropped in the first place, but Setsura's no less a quick little thing, especially when it comes to her feathers. She sees that hand and she knows. Her opening mouth draws into a line as she reaches to catch his wrist, knees up, heels digging into grass beneath her, and she is throwing him onto his back behind her, after which she will immediately move to crawl on top of him and sit neatly atop his chest. Her head? Lifted just so a she leans in. ]

You do not pull my feathers. Am I clear?

[There's a little oof of sound from him as he lands on his back, but he's not concerned by this sudden flurry of action.]

Come on. [He says, holding a hand up to her.]

Give it!

[ Hm. ]

After you take a bath.

They might be gone by then! [He says, trying for a feather again.]

And even if they aren't, I don't want to compare wet feathers!

You don't?

[ That's too bad because it's a softly uttered verse that leaves Setsura's mouth and there's a rush of -- is that water above them? A spiral that tugs into an oval and drops directly on top of them. The volume is no small thing. It keeps coming down while Setsura continues to sit perched on top of his chest, looking down at him.

They're going to be absolutely drenched. ]

What the hell???? [He's sputtering and flailing under her, like a very grumpy cat.]

I'm getting a divorce!

[ The water stops and she stares at him for a long moment, quiet, then -- ]

I won't give it to you.

[He flicks some water at her from the puddle under him.]

[ She shakes it off and sighs after a moment, reaching to ruffle his hair and those wet feathers in it. ]

Bath first. If I have to chase you down with a scrub brush, I will.

Well, maybe if you're involved a bath wouldn't be that bad.

[ She takes a moment to stretch with that, lifting her arms and cracking her fingers above her head, and her wings stretch as well, small things that fit her. Her arms fall back to her side easily enough and she reaches to cup her hand against his cheek. ]

I think that can be arranged.

[ She says as though she hadn't already decided to keep him good and well in her sight for a while. ]

We're bathing at my place, though. I'm not sure they'd let us in at the bath houses.

[ She wrinkles her nose at him with that, but she's smiling. ]

Taking me home already? Aren't your roommates gonna complain?

Your home is with me.

[ She leans down and brushes her nose against his before stealing a brief kiss. ]

I'm sure we'll be able to work something out.

Okay. But I want my own room!

That's fine. We've got plenty of them, but our previous house arrangements will remain the same. No but's.

[ She's going to have to hire a maid for his room and the common spaces, but she already knew that. She just has to run it past the rest of the household, which... well, she'll handle them.

She finally moves to stand and extend her hand to him. ]

You're being real nice to a guy who just got in the middle of you and your boyfriends.

Boyfriends?

[ The confusion on her face is sudden and genuine, her train of thought abruptly stopped and turned. ]

What are you talking about? I don't have any boyfriends.

[ She wiggles her fingers. Take her hand. ]

Harem? [He asks, and takes her hand.]

[ And she is hoisting him a good foot up from the ground and onto his feet as though it's nothing despite the difference in their heights. ]

I don't have a harem. Where are you getting this from?

Oh, I've seen all those pretty boys of yours!

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