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ace (pyro),
spoon

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Flannel shirt, jeans, bloody knives, and a grumpy expression.

Whatever it was, it was both unexpected and annoying.

Spoon is just going to get a cup of tea and sit for a while, thanks.

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And have a kitten, of course. Ace curls up next to him and, though glad her luck is currently running on a more even keel, is also rather grumpy.

It's the mode for today.

Though her drink is more emphatically chocolate.

Spoon moves an arm around her shoulders and kisses her hair.

Ace sighs, and cuddles closer.

"A'right?"

"Eh." he says softly, pulling her tighter.

"Mrph." She makes a faint sound of protest at having the breath knocked out of her lungs. "Stuffed-kitty sort of day."

"Yeah." he says quietly, "Just - not a good day."

"What can I do t'make it better, lover?" Ace asks, awkwardly nuzzling.

Just so long as the answer isn't 'don't go after your brother again for a few days', they're golden.

He shakes his head a little, "Dunno. Sorry."

"Humph." She shifts a little to be more comfortable, and settles, sipping her cocoa.

For Spoon, some days are just like that.

Call it bad luck.

Ace doesn't want to hear any more about bad luck. Bad luck has, so far, included landslides, flash floods, a freak electrical storm, two runaway trains, and a charging buffalo.

She's so going to kick a certain pup's ass when she shows up again.

Spoon just kisses her hair again.

Ace snakes a hand between them to grab a bit of fudge.

Kitties need rewards. Even if the job hasn't actually been done.

Spoon smiles and kisses her again. "Love you, kitten."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." She huffs, though she leans back to kiss his cheekbone. "Still goin' t'need a good rub-down t'night. The last..."

She decides he doesn't need details about her last attempts at tracking her runaway brother.

"Alright." Spoon says simply, "Can do that for you."

"Mmm, brilliant. Y've got magic fingers, y'know?" Amongst other things, of course.

"Nah." Spoon says, laughing, "Just very strong ones."

"Mmmmm, strong fingers. Sounds lovely." She purrs lightly.

Spoon rubs her shoulder gently and kisses her hair.

"Tryin' t'soften me up, wolf-boy?" Ace asks, though she's busy leaning into the shoulder-rub.

"Nah. Just enjoying having you here."

"Oh good. Oh, mmm. That's a good spot, right there." She points out, sipping her cocoa.

A small pink dog was sniffing around the bar when he caught a scent he knew. Of course when he found the owner of the scent the smell of blood put him off a little. He hopped onto a chair at the table and peered over it to look at the man.

"MMMMM?" he said which translated into something like, "Hi, how are you? Are you okay?"

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