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[dedikated]

( That is guaranteed to happen, yes. She's not too broken up about it, more concerned with locating underwear and her jeans than anything else. )

... eggs?

( Or whatever it is that is like eggs and found in the shops. They behave the same, at least.

A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as he plays with the pieces of his hair that won't sit down and she steps over and stretches up to tease the parts which are lying in place. )

Don't see a problem.

[claritatis]

[He doesn't shy away from her teasing, but tolerates it with a patient, warm smile and an amused look in his eyes.]

You wouldn't. [No, she finds some odd pleasure in seeing him so unkempt, he's sure. Another moment, and he reaches up to grasp her wrist, gently pulling her hand down and holding it in both of his, curling her fingers in towards her palm. He kisses the backs of her fingers.]

Eggs it is.

[dedikated]

( Unkempt means different things to the two of them. The association with time alone, relaxed and together, brings a warmth to her chest and a brief, private, smile across her face. Same as letting her hair hang loose around her instead of leaving it up in all manner for hairstyles. )

C'mon.

( She's just going to finish getting ready, just going to allow him to try and fight with his hair, if it's that important. )