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[huntrlx]

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[huntrlx]

[ She'll just give him a Look, like yeah, obviously you, who else here is being annoying and stupid and also yeah maybe a little charming?

Ugh!

It's whatever. She's not giving in to it.

But now, appropriately distracted, she glances down at her own hands — ]

Hmm?

[ Well, her nails are probably fine but ... ]

Sure.

🎀

[idolatrized]

[He tries not to immediately brighten, because showing sincerity over painting nails feels like something he should be a little embarrassed about. It's just so utterly mundane and normal like the rest of this night, and he finds himself so completely bought into it. Relishing in it, even. The less she knows how much this means to him, the better.

(Or maybe that's just his old way of living talking, reminding him to keep meaningful things quietly hidden away.)

The night goes just fine regardless. He touches up her nails and they finish up the pizza with the weird meat discs, and they watch a scary movie that somehow makes the 400-year-old demon spill a drink on him in panic during a particularly spine-jerking jumpscare. They stick shoulder-to-shoulder throughout — though he only allows his head to tip back against a pillow and fall asleep when he realizes Rumi has since nodded off herself.

A successful slumber party, he'd say.]