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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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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.

I have to blend in. It's disguise. It's protection.

[She slips out of her shirt, so she's just in her bra, her necklaces clinking against each other.]

I-

[But then he thinks better of whatever was on his tongue to say, and he leans in a little, guided by the sound.]

What time is it?

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