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Anthy is cradling a mug of hot chocolate between her hands, and slowly unwrapping some green tea candies; it's a lazy afternoon -- her day off -- and she's enjoying the cold pale sunlight, so different from Houou's.

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[river_meimei]

River looks suddenly more tired.

Not dramatically; as you'd look after dealing with an annoyance that crops up on a daily basis.

"It's hot chocolate," she says quietly.

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Anthy blinks at her over the top of the mug as she lifts it.

Puzzled: "Yes?"

"Would you like some?"

[river_meimei]

River smiles a little. Crooked, and faintly tired, and fond; it's a lot like some of Simon's smiles.

"Okay."

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After a moment of consideration, she pushes the mug over, turning it so the untouched rim is facing River.

In absent explanation, "They say if you put your lips where someone else has put them, it's an indirect kiss."

"Also, there are germs."

[river_meimei]

"I don't have a cold."

She sips from the untouched spot anyway.

And smiles a little more. Now with added chocolate smears at the corners of her mouth.

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"I might." Anthy is sensible.

Also, wrong.

She offers a napkin; if River doesn't take it she'll try to clean the chocolate off herself.

[river_meimei]

River takes it.

And studies it curiously, head tilted.

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Anthy waits patiently.

This napkin is intact.

[river_meimei]

"It's made of paper," River tells the napkin.

A glance at Anthy, and a small smile.

"That's just the definition."

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Pause.

"They're for cleaning food off your face," Anthy supplements.

[river_meimei]

Anthy is so strange.

"That's just a purpose."

"Time to shift," she tells the napkin. "Later."