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[sleazeoverstyle]

For years now, he's been the kind of guy to sleep with one eye open. He doesn't trust anyone, sleeps with a weapon in reach, even after a night like the one he and Sin had and it ain't nothin' against her. It's just how he's wired. That don't mean he doesn't wake up with his arm thrown over her, the warmth of her skin seeping in. She's friggin' fun, and he knew he wasn't gonna regret it.

Fuck no. She's got this thing in her tongue that's just... yeah, the memory of it makes him smile right into his pillow.

He might not be much for lyin' around, but he ain't quite ready to get out of bed yet.

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[abyssum_invocat]

Roughly ninety degrees to the left is the way she nods. "I'll see you around."

She'll wait until she finds a nicely hidden alcove before she ducks away and disappears; it's not flashy, there's no sound or light or anything when she teleports, but it's definitely attention-getting when no one else can do it. But she smiles, once she finds a good place in a dim alley notch between two buildings that have crumbled into each other, and thinks she's definitely going to see if she's free for a couple Saturdays here and there.

[sleazeoverstyle]

"Yeah."

Leaning forward, he gives her what could be one of those awkward see-ya-around kisses to the cheek, but there ain't nothin' awkward about it. It's intentional, plain and simple, and his hand on her arm ain't tight, just friendly, just by way of sayin' thanks for a good time.

He'll see her again.

Sometime.

Maybe.

When he wanders off, he notices the guy he propped up ain't there any more. Good. Guy got on with his day, and so will he. There's no friggin' shortage of things to do.