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[staysail]

[Surprised, first, and then pleased quickly after, Darras shifts over to make room for her. He barely has to. She fits herself in quite neatly, and quickly, leaving him to smile at her and--after a moment--lean down to kiss whatever bit of her he can manage at this angle--top of her head, hair, forehead, anything would be good.]

Thought you were working.

[hassaran]

[ Yseult hums, waiting until Darras has leaned back before shrugging. ]

It will keep. Who knows about you.

[staysail]

[He laughs.]

Not that I'm complaining about the attention, y'know--in fact I much prefer this--but I'll keep just as well, y'know. Maybe even better. Is it moths that eat paper? No danger of that for me.

[hassaran]

[ Her laugh is soft, and she flicks a finger at a button on his shirt, then slides fingers through the gaps between them. ]

No, not from moths. But the paper's not in much danger of being kidnapped and killed.

[staysail]

[He tips his chin back, grinning. The tingle of her fingers against his skin is familiar, but no less for it. Better, in fact.]

You don't know that. I could kidnap 'em.