[Peering at him diligently boiling a kettle? By now, it’s an easy and rote task for Henry to undertake… and his tea is demonstrably better than his coffee, too.]
Oh, nothing in particular. Just if there are still any little tiefling secrets you’re holding out on me. [“Tiefling secrets.” Clearly this is not a serious wonder. Especially with the following tease.] Though… physically, you can’t possibly be hiding anything I haven’t already seen.
[That deck is going to be a hazardous item for them, considering how easily they're both tempted.
But.
For now, this is a fine enough apology. Promise of spending time with her, as always, supercedes all. He's probably forgotten about his rejected attempts at intimacy, long swept away by an outdoor snowball fight.]
Hm. I think I will. [He knows his mushroom sons, anyway. They'll be asleep soon after so much activity. One is already yawning, settling down onto the floor.] Hold onto that thought.
[As we gently timeskip to properly brewed tea, now scenting the air. Wherever Sprezzatura has found herself now, here approaches Henry with two mugs in tow. He offers her one.]
[ she will hold onto it, with a guilty thrill. she has developed a love for being posed and examined and bared to the room.
once the tea is made, he will find her curled up on the loveseat, a blanket about her lap. she, too, looks more tired than she did before the snowballs flew, and now has one of the mushrooms beside her in the crook of her hip and thigh, fast asleep. ]
[Oh… the mushroom. That’s both adorable and extremely paternal, but Henry has better sense than to say as much. Instead, he hands her the mug, freeing up his hand to cup his own with both and bring it to his lips.
Too hot. But a human-looking body is more tolerant of the heat, so it’s fine. He’ll let it cool for a little.]
Thanks. Soon I’ll be as adept in the kitchen as you.
Henry takes a seat next to her, gingerly. The little mushroom still murmurs in his sleep as he settles down, then sets his mug aside for now.
He takes her foot in both hands and begins to massage gently. His thumbs working small circles along the top of her foot to acclimate her to the touch.]
[They could be playing elsewhere. Maybe napping, too. Maybe looking for a card deck they shouldn't be touching. The possibilities are endless.]
With me at your side.
[Proudly, because he'd love to be the one seen arm-in-arm with her, should she begin to make her presence known in everyday social circles.
But, a pause. He realizes that might sound like he's saying it'll be easy simply because he's there, as though she couldn't manage on her own, and he knows her pride would balk at it. So, an addendum:]
The places you like to visit... I want to see them, too.
[ sips... her tea. he has wisely circumvented any difficulty in thinking him coddling, but the thing is, is her mind still works on the idea regardless. that without him, she would have just begun to... drift away, out of life. she thinks maybe she would have.
it's not a nice thought. ]
I cannot recall last time I meant to go visiting anywhere.
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First time I am hearing those words.
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Just trying to take care of you. Can tieflings even catch colds?
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Of course we can be getting sick. Why would we not?
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He’ll just return to tea duties, then.]
It was a joke. Though I do sometimes wonder if there are other differences between a human and a tiefling that I still don’t know about.
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What are you imagining?
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Oh, nothing in particular. Just if there are still any little tiefling secrets you’re holding out on me. [“Tiefling secrets.” Clearly this is not a serious wonder. Especially with the following tease.] Though… physically, you can’t possibly be hiding anything I haven’t already seen.
[From a mushroom across the room: eww.]
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Oh, so very sure of himself, Mister Creel.
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Well, you’re free to prove me wrong anytime you like.
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[ there is, still, the need to compensate for being unable to be intimate in public, for hating his gift.
his gift—still so close to her reach. and all that that means... ]
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But.
For now, this is a fine enough apology. Promise of spending time with her, as always, supercedes all. He's probably forgotten about his rejected attempts at intimacy, long swept away by an outdoor snowball fight.]
Hm. I think I will. [He knows his mushroom sons, anyway. They'll be asleep soon after so much activity. One is already yawning, settling down onto the floor.] Hold onto that thought.
[As we gently timeskip to properly brewed tea, now scenting the air. Wherever Sprezzatura has found herself now, here approaches Henry with two mugs in tow. He offers her one.]
Just like you like it.
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once the tea is made, he will find her curled up on the loveseat, a blanket about her lap. she, too, looks more tired than she did before the snowballs flew, and now has one of the mushrooms beside her in the crook of her hip and thigh, fast asleep. ]
You are getting better at this.
[ as she reaches to take the mug. ]
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Too hot. But a human-looking body is more tolerant of the heat, so it’s fine. He’ll let it cool for a little.]
Thanks. Soon I’ll be as adept in the kitchen as you.
[probably never]
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[For foot rubs :) ]
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[ sticks a foot out from beneath the blanket. ]
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Henry takes a seat next to her, gingerly. The little mushroom still murmurs in his sleep as he settles down, then sets his mug aside for now.
He takes her foot in both hands and begins to massage gently. His thumbs working small circles along the top of her foot to acclimate her to the touch.]
Seems like our snowball fight wore everyone out.
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More excitement than we are usually having.
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Eventually, he works towards those toes.]
That's true. Maybe we should have more outings together in general.
[As a weird psychic-tiefling-mushroom family.]
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I suppose it is due time I reenter society...
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With me at your side.
[Proudly, because he'd love to be the one seen arm-in-arm with her, should she begin to make her presence known in everyday social circles.
But, a pause. He realizes that might sound like he's saying it'll be easy simply because he's there, as though she couldn't manage on her own, and he knows her pride would balk at it. So, an addendum:]
The places you like to visit... I want to see them, too.
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it's not a nice thought. ]
I cannot recall last time I meant to go visiting anywhere.
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Well. What do you want to do? To see? Now, I mean.
[From her toes to the underside of her foot. A slow but deep massage.]
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I want to go to library. They do not want me.
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Henry's brow pinch, considering.]
Who cares what they want? If you really want to go, we could get you in.
[His powers would make that easy.]
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