[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Apartments

[fighting_mad]

The sun set hours ago. All day spent in meetings and treasury committee meetings and Plourr is in search of sustenance. She may not have much hope for her mind after today (and yesterday, but she is steadfastedly not thinking about yesterday), but her body has to go on, appetite or no appetite. Crouched in the kitchen, she digs around on the shelf, arm chilled by the artificial cold and hip chilled by the open appliance door resting against it.

"No," she mutters, setting down an ancient canister. "Not that. No. Frell. No."

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[fighting_mad]

She disentangles herself from Rial, if reluctantly, and she goes with him, shooting him a questioning look.

[eiattu_pride]

He tugs her along until they come to the couch, plonking down on it and attempting to pull her down with him.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr blinks, but she doesn't put up a fuss, dropping into his lap. She swings her feet up onto the sofa and settles in sideways, her near arm around his neck.

"What're we doing?" she asks quietly, raising her eyebrows at him.

[eiattu_pride]

"We," Rial informs her, moving over to lie down (although it's a little difficult with her on him), "are doing this new thing, I hear it's really popular...called 'doing nothing' and 'being happy with each other'. In younger children, I believe it's called 'snuggling'."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr -- stares at him strangely, and then she laughs in disbelief.


"Okay," she says, and she flops down on top of him, stretching out from her neck to her bare toes. Her toes are cold; she tucks them against his calf mercilessly. She rests her cheek against his shoulder. "I can do that."

[eiattu_pride]

He squeaks (yes, squeaks) and flinches as she wriggles her toes on him. But he's not unhappy, not really, because it's Plourr and she's on top of him and hey, that's nice.

So he manages to get an arm over her back, and grins.

"Better?"

[fighting_mad]

Her breasts are pressed against him and she makes a displeased noise, shifting again until less of her weight is leaning down on her chest.

After a moment's repositioning: "It's not so bad." She rests her upper arm on his collarbone and lets her hand smooth back brown hair at his temple.

[eiattu_pride]

"Good."

He half-closes his eyes, watches her thoughtfully from under his eyelids.

[fighting_mad]

She watches him right back, until she closes her eyes.

After a moment or two, she says, "Rial?"

[eiattu_pride]

It takes him a moment to answer, wrapped up in his own thoughts.

"Hmm?"

[fighting_mad]

Head resting on his shoulder, her eyes are on him. "Think we can keep this quiet a while? Officially, I mean." She does not want to deal with the hubbub and cheerful media frenzy this announcement is going to cause.

Not ever, to be honest, but especially not right now.

[eiattu_pride]

"Sure."

He smiles at her, eyes lazy and half-shut and really, he's just enjoying the moment. "Maybe 'till you start to show?"

[fighting_mad]

She tenses, but only a little and she's trying. "Doctor said it'd be months," she reminds him, eternally grateful for strong abdominal muscles.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial grins at her, just a little. "Then we have that much longer before we tell."

[fighting_mad]

Damn if that ain't a half-bad thought. She smiles back, slow and tired but genuine, and she lets her eyelids fall.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial lets her be, for a few minutes. And then he pokes her, lightly, with his toe.

"I seem to remember something about rygg noodles..."

[fighting_mad]

"Mrpgh," says Plourr against him, burrowing her nose into his neck.

[eiattu_pride]

"And you were heating them...intending to consume them for energy..."

[fighting_mad]

"Cold by now anyway," she grumbles, stubbornly keeping her eyes closed even if he's going to insist on talking to her.

[eiattu_pride]

"Then we can reheat them."

Beat.

"Re-reheat them. Rereheat them? Reheat them squared?"

[fighting_mad]

"They get tough and tasteless with multiple reheats," she says practically, fisting a hand in his tunic at his shoulder, making herself more difficult to move.

[eiattu_pride]

"I can cook you something?"

That...probably wouldn't go over well.

[fighting_mad]

She cracks an eyelid.

"You're going to have to talk to me if you expect me to stay awake."

[eiattu_pride]

"You could help me," he suggests, already smirking.

"And besides. You'll have to get off me."

[fighting_mad]

"That was not the original offer," she points out. She rolls off gracelessly but still manages to land on her feet as though it were nothing.

[eiattu_pride]

Awww, she's better them him. Rial pries himself up, rolling his shoulders, and sets off for the kitchen.

"Come along, then!"

[fighting_mad]

Plourr snorts softly, but she pads after him.

Rial isn't a great cook, but he can do simple well, which is more than Plourr can say about herself. She sits cross-legged on the countertop and lets him sweet-talk her into chopping up ingredients, and when she leans back against the cabinets and he leans over and squeezes her knee -- she manages a small smile for him.