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[Nathan does not look happy today. Not surprising, given the trouble the curse yesterday gave him.]

You. Not Zombie Girl. The other one. You know who you are.

What the fuck was yesterday all about?

If you're going to go dragging me into your criminal activities, you could at least make sure we're robbing something decent. Who the fuck robs a book shop? Can you imagine the shit you'd get for getting arrested for something like that?

[Nathan stops his rant there, reaching down to rub at his foot, expression changing to an irritated pout.] That's not even going into anything else. My foot's killing me.

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[Just this face, Nathan.] Because I was completely in control of my actions during a curse.

You must've had some control. How else would we have ended up somewhere as shit as that?

I didn't! I had no control. Not over what I was doing. Certainly not over what I was wearing or saying.

[...] How's your foot?

Are you sure? Because that still doesn't explain why we were robbing a book shop.

Like I shot it. What do you think?

[Just ignoring that now, Nathan.]

What size shoe do you wear, Nathan?

Why do you want to know the size of my shoe?

So I can replace the one you shot a hole through. You can't wear that in the cold weather.

You sure you aren't just trying to get a feel for the size of my cock?

Jesus Christ. [She facepalms. And then shuts off the feed. An hour and a half later, Nathan will find a gift card to a local shoe store. There's a note attached saying; I hope your foot heals and you find decent enough shoes. -Charlie.]

I told you to stay off it.

It hurts even if I do nothing.

Sit down!

[Dulcie will wait patiently for him to take a seat before crawling onto his lap. Distracted yet?]

[Sort of. Nearly. Give him a little longer to feel sorry for himself and he'll be fine.]

You couldn't just pull some of your weird angel shit on it?

What, this kind?

[She leans a little further in to give him a long, slow kiss.]

[Way to let him down gently, Dulcie. It's not quite what he was thinking, but it'll do.]

[She is an evil genius. Her leg comes over to straddle him properly and she wraps her arms around her neck. Distraction is fun!]

[Yeah, this is definitely a decent enough outcome. He can hold off whining for a while. Maybe. There's always time for it later.]

[Good. Because he is currently wearing too many clothes and she wants to fix that.]

This is why I didn't give you a fucking gun.

Did you take one of mine?

I don't know! I don't know where I fucking got it. It was ridiculous. The thing was tiny.

I have a perfectly good one that guy who wanted to kill me gave me, too.