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[yosafbridge]

A very ruffled, very rumpled Saffron lounges on a couch, cradling a half-full G&T and occasionally cursing her body.

She's sore all over, for one. Sore and tired and oddly, strangely full (though she has a feeling she knows exactly what caused all of her side effects in the aftermath of her change back).

She takes a moment, looks at the contents still resting in her drink, and then proceeds to down the rest in one go.

"Gāoyáng zhōng de gūyáng, what I wouldn't give for a massage right about now," she mutters to herself.


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[ohnoitsjools]

"You speak Spanish?" a very curious-looking lad asks from a nearby chair.

[yosafbridge]

She glances over, unaware she's been overheard.

"It's Chinese," she replies. "Actually."

[ohnoitsjools]

"Is that like Spanish?" Jools asks.

[yosafbridge]

"Not even remotely," she murmurs, pressing two fingers to her temple.

[ohnoitsjools]

"Oh."

Jools goes silent for a long while, suddenly very interested in what his hands are doing.












"What's it like, then?"

[yosafbridge]

She glances up, one eyebrow raised.

"Are you searching for some kind of language lesson? I may be a little disappointing on that front. Besides, Mandarin was the only language that survived for us - apart from English, that is."

[ohnoitsjools]

"Oh," Jools says. "Is that like Spanish?"

[yosafbridge]

"English, or Mandarin?"

She nearly chuckles.

"I'm not sure. What's your fascination with Spanish?"

[ohnoitsjools]

"I dunno, what's that one?" Jools asks, referring to Mandarin.

[scots_wolf]

"There's still too much blood in the coffee in my veins," Urquhart groans, lifting his head from the easy chair a few yards where he'd just curled up.

But Saffron's voice speaking Chinese does get his attention.

"Will give massage for coffee?" he adds, hopefully.

He feels as if he'd spent every last bit of his energy.

[yosafbridge]

"Remind me never to do that again for a long, long, long time," she groans out loud, resting the now-empty glass against her forehead.

"Signal a waitrat. I'll pay for the coffee if you share those magical hands of yours."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart does wave for a waitrat. And sits up, groaning and sighing.

"It was good," he says. "But my, did that take everything out of me."

He looks over to her. When he gets a bit of coffee, he'll most likely get the energy to move himself to her couch.

"I couldn't possibly kill anything now," he adds. "Not even a fly."

[yosafbridge]

"Well, I can think of a small handful of people who will be grateful for that," she murmurs, setting her drink to one side.

"It sounded like a good idea," Saffron groans. "At the time. Before my muscles decided to completely rebel against me."

[scots_wolf]

"It was a great idea," Urquhart says. "Just the getting back is awful."

The waitrat brings a small, deeply black coffee. Urquhart knocks it back, shudders, and gets up to take himself over to her couch, sitting down beside her feet.

"Where do I start?"

[yosafbridge]

"Everywhere? How about everywhere?"

She buries her face against one of the couch cushions and mutters something unintelligible.

"I haven't been this exhausted in ages."

[scots_wolf]

"I haven't either," Urquhart says. "Dying was a lot easier."

He picks up her foot and starts massaging her instep, and her ankle.

For 'everywhere', you have to start somewhere.

[yosafbridge]

She releases an audible groan, mostly muffled by the pillow.

"I promise I'll do you next."

[morethanprops]

Moist smirks as he sees her, apparently when you're not a werewolf, being a wolf is tiring,

"Is that a request?"

[yosafbridge]

Her eyes trail over to him, and she greets him with a slow smile.

"Could be."

[morethanprops]

He finds a seat near her head, where he reaches out and starts smoothing her hair,

"Was it worth it?"

[yosafbridge]

Her eyes sparkle for a moment.

"That's right. I almost forgot you figured out it was me."

His touch in her hair sends shivering shockwaves down her spine, and she arches, releasing a pleased sigh as she nuzzles into his lap.

[morethanprops]

"Werewolves always have the same hair color and your eyes were the same."

Now that is a reaction that Moist likes so he keeps gently stroking her hair.

[yosafbridge]

There's something about a good hair-brushing, or even fingers combing through her hair, that automatically charges the nerve endings in her scalp and reduces her limbs to jelly.

"See, I knew you were clever. I knew you'd recognize me eventually," she murmurs.

[morethanprops]

"I'm glad that I didn't disappoint you. Let me move over there and I'll start on the rest of you."

[yosafbridge]

She straightens up to sit, positioning herself to face away.

"If I'd known you were going to be this generous, I would've just come and found you by now."