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          “i am without a shadow of doubtosity vair amusant!” it does not matter the context. i am only being honest.

           he’s doing his best to stay quiet  ;  by now  ,  they were used to leaving each other at unfortunate hours  ,  and he tried to lessen the blow by not waking her up  .      as much as he loved being with her  ,  they had stayed  up far too late the night before  ;  in his defense  ,  he wasn’t supposed to be working today  .      a combination of exhaustion and the dark  insures his stealth is decreased  --  in searching for his go-bag  ,  he trips over it instead  .    he isn’t even sure if lexie is awake when he apologizes  .      “ sorry  --  sorry  ,  i just needed  --  the bag  .  ”

       “ ... neat. ” okay, not his best response by anyone’s standards, but he’d been caught off guard ! he can fix this, maybe. “ i mean ... that’s ... it really is neat. really. ” // @mcpedia fjkdsja

            his hair is a mess, a mark of his disheveled state ; he’d been woken up at four in the morning to be told that the team had to get o the jet within the hour. a rush to get ready had woken up lexie, and despite his pleas for her to get some REST before her shift, the two of them were standing in her kitchen. one hand is being used to hold his coffee, but he reaches out with the other to gently stroke her hair.             “ it’ll be alright. ” he isn’t used to having someone on the outside worry about him ; of course the team does, but besides them, there’d never been anyone calling just to check in or stopping by his apartment to make sure everything’s alright. “ it should be pretty straightforward. make sure you get some sleep, okay ? i don’t want to find out my girlfriend passed out from exhaustion. ”

          how cold of her – the only thing she’s ever cared about is her own life, thriving in a world that was so determined to have her dead before her twentieth naming day. elbows resting on her knees, the sellsword looks up at her partner and heaves a sigh, moving to drain the last of her warm ale from her cup and standing, using her extra inches to look down her nose, if only for a second.    ❛  this is a bad idea, little brother. you’re fighting a war that isn’t yours.  ❜    her warnings, she knows, fall on deaf ears: beskha should’ve heeded the advice she had taught herself at the very beginning. caring gets you killed. with a heavy sigh, her shoulder pushes against his playfully as she starts off, looking over her shoulder impatiently, like he is the one having doubts.    ❛  are you going to keep me waiting, asher ? together ‘till we’re dead.  ❜