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[heroslayer]

He'd let her sleep until somewhere nearing nine o'clock the next morning, occupying his own time spent awake thumbing through a book, sure that it was the safest of all of his options. She'd gotten up, surprisingly without complaint, taken a few minutes to get her bearings, then slipped out the door to bring back the breakfast she'd promised him the night before. He wasn't sure why she hadn't asked what he'd wanted, whether she figured they liked the same things or if she'd simply forgotten, but it had amused him just the same.

Returning to the couch, a hint of a smile on his face, he'd pulled his book back into his lap and waited for her to return. And some twenty minutes later she had, carrying two take-out plates full of surprisingly decent pancakes and a half gallon of ice cream -- for the pancakes, of course. They'd moved into the kitchen and she'd pestered him into telling the rest of his life story as they ate.

Now out of words, or at least things he could talk about without having to edit immensely, the sat in silence as they finished up their breakfast. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but suggest, "Your turn."

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[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"All too well."

She fell silent for a moment then as they spun, looking down at the city beneath them as she tried to think of something to suggest for them to do.

"I'd suggest getting something to eat, and then...I don't know. Going to a movie or something, but that'd sound remarkably like a date." She paused for a moment. Really, she was used to just curling up with a good book and having fun by herself, but that was hardly "fun" for anyone else. "Could go somewhere. Wherever. Just for a night. Have fun."

[heroslayer]

His mind drifted to the Carnival -- he'd have to get back there, one of these days, just to see what he could claim as his own -- but he didn't mention it. He didn't particularly feel like dealing with whatever reaction his triumphant return drew from the 'family', and even beyond that, it felt a little campy and a little too much like a date, just like the movie she'd suggested. He may have been alright with kissing her, but dating? Even beyond the whole She Is Me thing, he didn't do dates. Not now, not ever.

"You have anywhere in mind?" he asked, finally. "I'm sort of -- drawing a blank."

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"I'd like a little demonstration of everything that you can do, personally." She hummed thoughtfully for a moment, one of the hands that was up around his neck starting to twirl its fingers in the hair there. "Let you show off a bit, and all. But...I'm completely okay with just a night in. Doing...stuff."

[heroslayer]

Up until now, he'd been exceedingly cautious about what he'd shown her of what he could do, not wanting to have his skull ripped open the second he turned his back. She'd had more than a few chances already, though, and he was feeling too good -- too powerful -- at the moment to care much, and so he shrugged. "We can stay in for awhile, I'll show you what I can do, and then we'll decide how we feel after that."

He figured they wouldn't go out afterward, but there was no problem leaving the night open-ended anyway.