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[Nathan is curled up in bed, so his voice is slightly muffled by his covers.]

Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]

Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting impaled to begin with.

[A pause and some creaking as Nathan shifts on his mattress.]

I think there's still bird shit in my bed. Those bastards better not have given me bird flu, or something.

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I'm just surprised a comb goes through it.

[Dulcie squirms some more, too, until her chin is resting on top of Nathan aforementioned mop of hair.]

Does it feel any better, yet?

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The comb'll usually do it. There's a brush somewhere, though.

[Nathan takes a careful sip from the gin, although he still manages to slop it given the position. Then he offers the bottle up to Dulcie. He does feel pretty awful, but he's kind of acting as pathetic as possible for the sake of snuggles.]

No.

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[Dulcie reaches over and manages to place the bottle back on the floor. The gin isn't enough to get her drunk, and she'd rather not right now anyway. She wriggles one arm so that it's around Nathan's shoulder and presses her cheek against his hair.]

I can help you fall asleep. If you want to sleep right now.

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[Pout (...not that she can see it). That was not an invitation to put the alcohol out of his reach.]

Okay. So long as you promise not to hit me over the head, or brutally murder me, or anything.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie starts carding her fingers through his hair. Nathan, you may feel yourself getting veeeeeeery sleepy.]

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[Nathan sighs, rolling to drape an arm around her. Running her fingers through his hair doesn't feel like it should be this effective, but he can already feel himself drifting off.]