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*Tim wanders downstairs, yawning. He's dressed as usual, see the piccie? Sliding up to the bar he give a small smile*

Ahhh...Morning in Milliways. How sweet it smells.

*His hands drift towards each other, fingers crooked. Muttering beneath his breath, he twists his hands this way and that, until a haze of red mist rises between them. Staring deeply inside the spell, Tim continues speaking in tongues. Come, bug him, it's not that important.*

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Ace snorts.
"'Cuddle buddy'? And here I thought you loved me for my mind..." She tries for a put-upon tone, but doesn't quite manage. "Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you."

*Tim wave sit off.*

I don't sleep much anyways. Want to talk about it love?

"Not particularly." Well, he did ask. "Whatcha doing?" All hail Ace, mistress of the rapid topic change.

Dunno. I'm either creating a deadly rift in the fabric of time and space or....

*He stares into the mist.*

I'm creating a breed of self cooking chicken.

Ace wrinkles her nose.
"Neither option seems to be very good. If it's the first, you're going to have a very long day trying to close it up again, and if it's the second... I dunno. I keep thinking that if the poor chicken sneezes, there's suddenly going to be chicken kiev in the pen."

*Tim shrugs*

Mhmm canabalism?

"Gah. Ruin my appetite, why dontcha?" She sticks her tongue out at him. Not doing too bad, obviously.

Who's ruining whos appetite?

*And he pounces snagging her tongue with his lips.*

Tim must be in the mafia. Ace can't refuse an offer like that. So she kisses him back with interest, deciding that there are decided benefits to being alive.

*Tim accepts the interest, then turns around and multiples it, with an added arm around the waist, before finally breaking off.*

Well, thats not broken. Maybe i should make a more thourough examination of you, make sure everything is still there....

Ace looks thoughtful. And she has most definitely not sneakily snuck a hand under his shirt. Nope. Tim's imagining things. Good imagination there, Hunter.
"Prolly a good idea, what with the explosions and all. Wouldn't want to go through life missing bits, now would I?"

A most excellent idea.

*Nope, Tims not stroking her belly in return. He wouldn't do something like that. Nor would he be so rude as to use magic to rub her chest without going anywhere near it. Tim, be mean like that? Nah. They both have good imaginations. Maybe they should imagine themselves in bed?*

Hmmm?

"That.... that isn't fair." Ace stutters as she goes slightly cross-eyed. "And you're gonna... piss off Bar if you keep doing stuff like that right next to her." Never mind the fact that she's moving that hand along his ribs, up, and...oooh, what's this? Well, turn about's fair play, right? Even if she doesn't have magic.

Then we should probably remove ourselves from her presence, yes?

*And tim smirks, letting his magic rub in oppisite directions.*

Ace stifles the high-pitched whine that move produces.
"Errr... yeah. Good idea. Upstairs then?"

*Tim nods his head, grinnign like a bastard.*

Oh indeed.... Or outside, maybe

((OOC: And Tim will be right there, as soon as mun walks home from work.))

"But it's cold outside..." She points out, in a tone of voice that clearly indicates cold and inspections don't go together very well. Quite the hedonist, this Ace.

Ah, a point. But we would make it warm.

*And he moves towards the stairs, magic still going at it. In fact, the magic added some Motion Lotion for a gentle warming sensation.*

Ace keeps up (http://www.livejournal.com/users/nitro_is_ace/4800.html), though Tim might have more luck getting her to walk in a straight line if he knocks it off. Of course, she might protest the knocking it off, so poor Tim's in a bit of a quandry, isn't he?

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