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It's mid-morning when Sunshine awakes, a slight crick in her neck from sleeping in the wide, pillow-strewn chair in the corner of her room. Autor is still sound asleep, tucked in the bed with his shoes on the floor beside it. After washing her face - the smoke-smell is still lingering in her hair - and getting dressed in the bathroom, Rae heads downstairs to fetch a pot of tea and two cups, in case he wakes soon.

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From:

sunbaked_baker

"Yeah, but I also go out and fight vampires while trying to keep a day-job," she smiles wryly at his reflection in the mirror. "So you're thematically appropriate."

From:

herr_bookman

"Well, my daring darling, during my declamatory duty as a divergent damsel in distress, I'm already denouncing demarcations of gender and different, divisive, dramatic devices," he says, clutching his heart. "Far be it from me to disappoint you along thematic lines."

From:

sunbaked_baker

Rae smirks. "Fear not, for this faithful friend frankly finds your fierce, frenetic fight for the freedom to fulfill formerly female functions-"

She may be his friend, but Rae is not above trying to make him blush.

She's a baker, not a saint.

"... to be fine. And thankfully not fatally foolish."

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herr_bookman

Autor had already arranged an alliterative answer, but her animated advocacy bushwhacked him, besetting him with a bright, burning blush.

"You're... Wow, you're t-terrible," he says cheerfully, rubbing his cheeks with the towel.

Edited Date: 2013-09-16 02:43 am (UTC)

From:

sunbaked_baker

"Just one further function friends fulfill," she says, grinning at him. "Fomenting flushes in their favorite fustian fellows."

From:

herr_bookman

"Dragging drugged-up dopes from Dracula doesn't delight you enough?" he scoffs, smirking. "You're driven to design a disgraceful display?"

From:

sunbaked_baker

"Yep," she says succinctly, smirking.

"More tea?"

Edited Date: 2013-09-16 02:59 am (UTC)

From:

herr_bookman

Autor laughs, startled by it. "Terrible," he chides, setting the towel aside. He grins as he enters the bright room. "And yes, please. I'd appreciate that."

There are worse ways to spend a morning than having tea with a friend.