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[hatesthefood]

Hey Aya, I've got an errand or two to run later so I won't be back at the apartment for a little while. If you need anything, let me know.

Sweetheart, Myrnin called and told me he thinks he has a cure. I'll call you after I'm done, okay?

I got your call and will come by today, if that's alright.

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[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Alright. I'll see you later.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

The kitchen should be mostly stocked up, so feel free to do whatever. Like I said, it's your place, too.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Where are you going?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... doctor's appointment.

If you want, read back a few weeks on that device you've got. You should be able to access it and find out what's been going on.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

[And he skims through the entries and frowns a little before speaking again.]

I still have your back.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I know you do.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little.]

I'll make dinner.

[He might not cook like Ken does but he's not hopeless!]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

I'll see you when you get back.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Uh.... there might be a change of plans. I kinda got asked over to Mara's.

Have you met her yet?

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

On the Network.

She said she's a friend?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Yep. She's a friend of yours.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

And to you she's.....

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

My girlfriend.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

That's a detail that wasn't mentioned yet.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Yeaaaaah. Anyway, she wanted to know if I could come over after I get done.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Go ahead. Spend time with her.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

You sure?

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't.

[Action]

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

Myrnin is waiting for Ken in the lab. He's fiddling with some other things, flitting around the lab from one shiny thing to another. He doesn't work concentrated on one project. He's not capable of doing that. He is waiting for Ken though. Or perhaps expecting is a more proper word.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

And Ken's not one to disappoint. Sure enough, he knocks once before he opens the door, his expression pensive and more than a little tired.

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"Come on in," Myrnin gives him permission to enter that he doesn't really need. After a second he leaves what he's doing and shoves a pile of books off a dusty, Victorian velvet chair onto the floor. "Have a seat."

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Ken can't help but cock an eyebrow at the treatment of those books, but he keeps quiet as he settles on the chair.

"Will this really work?

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

He can't be bothered to stack them neatly. He is very busy okay. Also very lazy.

"I infected three cats with the virus I extracted from your brain tissue. All three of them went into a rage I imagine is similar to the one you would be in without the magical assistance. All three of them are now 'cured' and living peacefully in the alley to my knowledge. In short, yes I believe this will really work."

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Busy and lazy are dangerous things when combined. Still, he spares the other a quick look of dismay at the idea of him infecting cats.

"Any side effects?"

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

But then Myrnin isn't the safest kid on the block.

"Perhaps a headache and some fatigue at first. It's difficult to tell with a cat. Both would make sense given the amount of activity going on in the brain."

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Neither is Ken, really. Still, he nods and sits up a little straighter, obviously nervous.

"Right. Well then... let's do this."

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

Myrnin picks up a small beaker, swirls it around then puts it down and picks up another beaker with gold liquid in it. This one almost bubbles and fizzes like it's lightly carbonated.

"Down the hatch. Don't complain about the taste."

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

He downed the contents before he could think twice. Of course, don't think he didn't grimace and let the other just how freaking bad it tasted...

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

Myrnin rolls his eyes a good deal. And the muttering under his breath sounds a bit like humans...

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"... gonna need a beer after that."

Still muttering about the taste, he sits back, as if waiting for something to happen right away.

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I'm a bit out of beer but there might be some brandy in the sidebar."

Myrnin scribbles a couple of notes in his journal then looks up at Ken again. "Perhaps it would be in your best interests to stay up for a little while. To ascertain that you're not going to snap outside the walls of Oh Aces."

[private]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Do you want company?

[private]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I better head over there on my own, in case something happens. If you don't hear from me by in the morning, can you call Kate and let her know something went wrong?

[private]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

...If you insist. I'll be at home, then. If you need me.

[private]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

.... I can't thank you enough, Mara. For being there for me after they left.

[private]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

You don't have to thank me, I want to be there when you need me.

[private-voice now]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

You always are.

Mara... I love you.

I... realized it when you came over to help me even after I'd bitched about you talking to what's his name.

[private-voice]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I... I love you, too. I've been too scared to say it. [And she's really hoping this isn't some side effect to whatever it is he has.]

And his name is Mouse, and we do need to talk about him since I'll be spending more time with him. But that can wait.

Come over tonight? Instead of calling?

[private-voice]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... you do? Really?

I can do that. Just lemme take care of the crap with Myrnin and call Aya.

[private-voice]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Yes, really. I've... I've never felt this for anyone.

[private-voice]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I never thought I'd feel it again.

[private-voice]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Hurry up and come home already. I want to see you. [Pause] Among other things.

[private-voice]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Should I ask what you're planning?

[private-voice]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure yet. Perhaps while you're gone, I'll take a long hot bath, slip into a little robe and ponder my options.

[private-voice]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

You're a wicked woman, Mara.

[private-voice]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Anything to get you home where you can tell me you love me to my face.

[private-voice]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I'll tell you as many times as you want.

[private-voice]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Good. I doubt I'll ever tire of hearing it.