Doesn't everyone know those grounds? [ She sets the towel down, looks over her handiwork with a critical gaze to try and determine that she's gotten the shave right and all of his beard done with no parts newly missing, and then nods her head decisively and leans in to snatch a quick kiss because he's right there and she feels like it. ] Those are very well known grounds, I think.
[ He quirks an eyebrow at her as she finishes up her inspection, finds that kiss altogether horribly too brief, but he supposes he does have things to do. What a pity. Doesn't mean he can't smooth his hands along the outside of her thighs for a moment before he takes a step away, starts to fix up his tie. ] Well, you never can be too certain. People have an astounding aptitude for obliviousness.
[ He does have things to do, and not all that long before he has to leave for him, but that doesn't mean she can't blink long and slow at that smoothing of his hands and then grin at him, a little amused. ] Really? Me? I'm going to have to work a little harder. I'd offer to help with your tie but I barely know how those work.
In which case I would ask that you please do not help with my tie as I don't want to be accidentally strangled. [ He finishes it up, and then steps out of the bathroom to locate his jacket. Pause. Back in the bathroom, just where he was. He gives her a kiss, a good one, but a relatively short one. ] Thanks.
[ Then back out again to find his jacket and put on his shoes and stuff. ]
[ Lifting her hands away in mock surrender. ] Okay, I won't touch the tie. You unstrangled is a scenario I like. [ But her hands come back when he returns, just enough to rest on his shoulders for a moment as she kisses him back for that brief span of time.
She looks kind of pleased with herself as he heads back out in search of his jacket, sitting on the counter with her hands folded in her lap. ] You're welcome. [ But a moment later she's sliding off, because he probably still needs to eat before he goes and if he does she might as well get food then too. Or get it anyways, however he winds up leaving the house. ]
i don't even have a refutation for that yeah they fucking are
[ Uhh, he's not eating breakfast rn, passing through the kitchen entirely not because he's not hungry or in that much of a hurry - he's putting on his jacket and then probably going to check something and get a little distracted and then be late anyway - but because he's simply not thinking about food right now. ] You have any plans today?
[ Well she's totally going to stop in the kitchen, because she likes breakfast - or whatever meal passes for breakfast when she wakes up this late - and she glances over at him and shakes her head. ] I think I'll probably spend some time on my car, but nothing other than that. Why?
[ squinting just a little bit. she's all for timing shenanigans, but no meal eaten after this meetings can really be called lunch, she feels. she's pretty sure about this. oh well. it's not like what it's called really matters that much. ] You should at least grab a shake or something on your way out the door. Avoid getting dizzy in front of all the important people because you haven't eaten and all that.
I've given whole lectures so drunk I didn't remember them half an hour later, I don't think they'll be able to tell. Might even give me an edge. [ But okay, sure. He'll grab a piece of fruit off the bowl on the counter. Well. Maybe one more, since he is a bit hungry. Okay he'll grab an apple and two bananas, but now he's leaving. ]
[ Making a super unconvinced face, but then he picks up fruit and that's better, it's not a meal but it's food and she can roll with that so long as he's getting a little bit of something in him. ] See you soon. [ Actually that fruit looked good, she's going to take one of the bananas he didn't pick up and start peeling it herself, sit down at the kitchen counter and wave at him. ]
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[ Then back out again to find his jacket and put on his shoes and stuff. ]
domestic as fuck oh my god
She looks kind of pleased with herself as he heads back out in search of his jacket, sitting on the counter with her hands folded in her lap. ] You're welcome. [ But a moment later she's sliding off, because he probably still needs to eat before he goes and if he does she might as well get food then too. Or get it anyways, however he winds up leaving the house. ]
i don't even have a refutation for that yeah they fucking are
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