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Kiran looked around him, blinked and then at himself. He really had fallen asleep with a pen in his hand. Now he really was embarrassed. "On-nly if I f-f-fall as-sleep w-w-with a p-p-pen or m-m-mark-ker in m-my h-hand," was the answer as the writer turned beet red from eartip to eartip. That was a bit forward- Malachai couldn't have meant sleeping together, he clearly had to have meant sleeping together. All the same, he was bright red.

Kiran chuckled and nuzzled into the warm demon. He almost wished he was always this warm. He's resigned himself to not allowing anyone this close and yet here he was. Hugging a demon. "W-w-would i-it b-b-be s-so b-bad? C-c-c-ov-vered in w-w-words?"

Honey saved the file and played the fanfare from final fantasy seven before transitioning into 'Black Friday Rule'.

"I c-c-can d-d-do th-that," Kiran didn't understand entirely but he moved his head slightly to 'rub' back. Trying to return the gesture without his own horns. He felt silly asking. "...Y-y-you n-nev-ver exp-plain-ned th-this g-g-gest-ture... or m-mayb-be I d-d-didn't ask? I h-hav-ve seen y-you d-d-do it b-b-ef-fore."

Kiran nodded, the gold chain on his earring waving back and forth at the gesture. "I s-see. Kiran hummed and buried his cold face against Malachai's collarbone, "W-warm~"

Honey watched Remy as she quietly sang the Flogging Molly song. Hoping their voices weren't like their images- or was that a myth? She'd have to ask.. maybe when it was less tense.

Kiran did not entirely mind. It was a little odd letting someone tug him about as such, but it wasn't unappraciated. He mused a small amount on how comfortable this kind of thing was. And how odd it was to be the smaller one for once. Especially considering the excess and readily available body heat. His ears twitched, "I am alw-way c-c-c-cold. It is w-w-why I w-w-wear s-so m-m-many l-l-lay-ers and k-k-keep the h-heat on." Kiran demonstrated by placing icy hands on Malachai's stomach.

Honey smiled pure sunshine, "I's a bi' tense bu' goo' fo' remi' wit' son's. If... tha's alrigh'. Ba' luc' tha' a ni'e pie'e a tail li'e tha' soun's li'e ba' news."

Honey watched the woman head upstairs, who'd she hear? Honey? The pink haired musician pouted. Oh well. Not everyone knew how to take a compliment. And it wasn't like Honey'd drawn any real conclusions it was just the content of what she'd just listened to was heavy stuff. It was just bad luck here in the love department, that's for sure. Honey looked back to Remy, the song had ended and she'd begun to play 'Raindrops Falling on My Head'. Maybe it was her hair color- bright pink must have been too much for the people around here.

Marilyn had been transferred upstairs, and was now sleeping somewhat soundly with the help of a catapsi belt.

Sosol frowned, arms folded as he sat beside her. "I don't like it...but at least she's sleeping again," he said to his wife, who stood a few feet away. He looked to her, heaving a sigh. "I know you don't like that she's here...but whatever she's got after her could be trouble for us, too."

"I know that," Azana grumbled, looking away. "I know that, and that's the only reason she's up here and using a rather potent piece of tech. If it were a social call, she'd be back at Misericordia in a heartbeat." She found herself a chair, glaring at Marilyn though she knew the oracle couldn't feel it through the field. After a moment, when she realized anger was doing nothing, she stood and stretched. There was no reason to stick around and watch her sleep, after all.

"True," Sol nodded, picking up on her thought with no trouble. "Let's go."

Angeles didn't look back, knowing that it was only going to cause problems. She had not expected Remy to be her hardest trial, she still didn't. MacPere would be the hardest, but then, she didn't want to forgive MacPere, so why earn his forgiveness? The next hardest would be Gren, and if Remy was as difficult as he was being, Gren was going to be torture, she was sure.

Once in her room, she exhaled in a long sigh, then stopped breathing. It was difficult to cry with no breath in her lungs. She sat on the edge of the bed and put her face into her hands and contemplated silently.