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I don't wear T-shirts.

[She does not sound pleased]

This one doesn't match anything. I will not be coming in today. Shop is closed. Go somewhere else.

The City could at least make this curse stylish.

[ooc: she won't be seeing anyone in person today because her shirt reads: I killed my father and ate him and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.]

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[He does, but it's cut fine. There are perhaps ten minutes left of the day.

The scrubs he's wearing have nearly obscured the words on the street below, at least as far as the walk home has been concerned. Under any normal light the words are visible under the blue, in stark capitals.]

[It's dark in her room anyway]

You showed up.

I can close my eyes for ten minutes, if you've changed your mind.

You may get angry.

I may.

[He hasn't tried to come any closer.]

But I wasn't expecting to come back to a shirt that said 'Satya Wallace thinks Robert Chase is the hottest guy in the city'.

[She sits up and crosses her legs.]

Do you want to be angry?

I just mean I don't necessarily expect to approve. [He hesitates a minute, pulling a chair across to take a seat, elbows on knees.] You're sure I'm going to be?

I don't know. My brother wasn't. But you're not my brother. You're still human.

Scared I'm going to be?

[The last time, it had bothered her. Even he doesn't really know the extent.]

No. Not fear.

But this is my great secret.

[And she doesn't want it told.]

[So he sits a minute then, standing, closes his eyes. It's a straight enough path across to where she is, his arms out and reaching.]

[She reaches for him, her hands taking his arms, his shoulders, and then her head is on his right shoulder and she's fitted against him]

[He rests his head against hers, turning to press a kiss into her hair.]

I can promise you one thing.

Which is?

You could have done something that would make me angry. Something that would upset me or repulse my human sensitivities. There are things I might not be able to come to terms with. I hope it doesn't happen.

[Eyes closed, he tucks her head a little more under his chin.]

But if it did, anything you've told me would stay as safe as it is right now. I promise.

I have no desire to be human, Robert.

[She says it as she gets just under his chin]

Why do you understand that so well?

I don't necessarily think we're the most aspirational of species, just because we happen to be one of the most populous.

[She looks up at him, her eyes just shimmering, paling a little.]

No, but most humans don't understand that.

[His eyes are still closed.]

Most humans, historically, have thought that wherever they were and whatever they were doing constituted the centre of the universe. And, historically, they've always been wrong.

[A short breath, half of a laugh.]

I wouldn't want to be the centre of the universe.

[Her fingers go to his eyes, just resting there for a moment, her hands on his face]

I'm told it's a lonely place.

[One spider edges out of her wrist, crawls to his mouth, then up his nose, skittering around the edges of his face]

I don't know what lonely means.

Yes you do. [His face twitches with the tickle of it, nose wrinkling, eyelids twitching. One hand reaches up gently to try and chase the itch.] Discomfort.

[It flees back onto Saya's skin, skittering up her arm, her neck, to the base of her skull.]

I understand the concept. But I don't feel it. I don't feel much. That should be my great secret. That I feel something.

[That I feel something for my brother. That I feel something for you. She's not sure what it is, and she doesn't really want to know.]

I think that might be your great double bluff.

[Robbed of the pursuit, he reaches to find her shoulder, always a little warmer than she should be against him. From there the angles and outlines of her collarbone are easily traceable.]

Do you think so? It's considered a weakness. To feel. An embarassment.

I don't care about anyone else. What makes you special?

Not to anyone else here, which is why you take such an interest in knowing how to pretend.

[But then he falls silent, eventually letting both hands come together at the hem of her shirt, fingers curling into the cotton.]

I can't answer that one for you.

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