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[mycursedface]

There was a wedding, and a certain couple entirely forgot about a present. And she had sighed and said she'd make a rug, and he had gone thank you, thank you very much. And so it was that Medusa has been making a rug for the past few months in her time - occasionally drifting in and out, but mostly concentrating on colours and weaves and symbols and magic.

But lo! Said rug is finished, and is now currently being thumped down on Sam's desk.

Gently, of course.

It wouldn't do to unduely startle the Devil, just because it's hours after dawn.

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[mycursedface]

"I'm not."

Woe, goes her expression. Woe, go the snakes as they drop their heads.

[necessary_child]

"Are too!"

He'd look the picture of woefulness if he could only keep his eyes from dancing.

[mycursedface]

"You're worse."

[necessary_child]

"Pfft." Tickling her briefly. "Am not."

[mycursedface]

Tickling will find that suddenly he has an armful of rug.

"Are," she says, serenely, from a couple meters away.

[necessary_child]

D:

WOE. TOTAL AND COMPLETE WOE.

"Cruel woman!"

[mycursedface]

"Well.

Monster, Luce."

[necessary_child]

"Pfft. You can be a cruel female, then, if you insist."

:P

[mycursedface]

"It comes with the claws."

[necessary_child]

"...No, I'm pretty sure that's a woman thing, too."

[mycursedface]

She slides her claws out of her fingers and studies them.

"Okay."

She sounds cheerful.

[necessary_child]

Sam reaches to take one of her hands, completely fearless, and kisses her neck.

"Beautiful dork."

[mycursedface]

"Mmmm."

Sorry, he was saying something? It's very hard to think when he does that.

[necessary_child]

"Mmm," he agrees, and kisses her neck again.

Only partly because he enjoys her reaction, promise.

[mycursedface]

It is about this point that Medusa just gives up on attempting to get Sam to come outside and act like a proper person.

She twists around and kisses him; on the mouth, very deeply.

[necessary_child]

"Mmf."

Sam is more than happy to kiss her back, thoroughly, arms sliding around her.

[mycursedface]

And Shreddie watches this, sulks for a minute, and then starts to play on the forgotten rug.

Sometimes, you just gotta make your own entertainment.