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Who: Noric and Xavier
Where: ramshackle rustic house near the Lacerta border of Lepus
When: Year 185, late spring (and onwards)
What: married life

[In the kitchen, Noric shouts through the door into the next room.]

Xavier, either you move this pile of books from where they are, or they will tragically find themselves knocked into the fire.

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Yes?

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[sighs, then puts his hand out.]

Give me your bowl if you're done.

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[hands it to him wordlessly]

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[heads back inside.

...and curses a bit as he sidesteps around the books Xavier dislodged while searching earlier.]

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[still sitting outside]

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[welp I am washing dishes :T]

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[JUST GONNA STAY HERE... FOR A WHILE ...]

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[that's fine. you are clearly having an inner hissy fit.]

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[:(]

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[8|]

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[oh fine coming inside]

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[pretty much just... staring at the wall in front of the sink, dishes already done, with a thumb pressed to the scar running down his face.]

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[he swallows briefly, unsure of what to say]

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[turns smoothly when he notices Xavier is there, expression neutral. emotions... less so, but it's familiar enough, how it feels when Noric's at a low ebb.]

Please tell me you'll clean these books up, because if I break my leg falling over them in the night, I'm holding you responsible.

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I'll clean up.

And... I'm sorry.

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[...blinks]

What?

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I'm not repeating it.

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[it's more confusing that you said it. just... nods.]

All right.

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Good.

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[putting the dishes and stuff away :x]

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[I can sense that awkwardness, so I'm gonna pick up a book and start reading]

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[oh good, familiar territory. continues packing up the kitchen supplies back where they came from, calmer now.]

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[absorbed in his reading now]

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[figures. steps around the books and goes into his room, shutting the door.]

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[the noise makes him look up at his door]