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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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[sleazeoverstyle]

"That's cool."

He's easy: easy to get together with, easy to leave, and he don't mind. And he likes a lady who could take care of herself, 'cause fuck knows he ain't got the time to do it for 'em.

Pleasant as any asshat in his position can be, he walks her to the door. Opens it up, 'cause someone's got to be the gentleman and anyhow his sister don't live far away and if she sees him not doin' it, she'll kick his ass even if Sin don't. And despite the familiarity from a night spent together, he ain't all over her or nothin', not even once they're outside.

He nods in the direction of his place. "I'm goin' that way." It ain't an invitation, just information.

[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.