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[viciousabyss]

[The sun is going down, and Eli is waking up, drinking coffee at a little campfire near his cabin. There's enough light still to see her pretty well, plus he sees well in low light anyway. He stands, taking her in.]

Holy shit, North. [He bites his knuckle.] You're so fucking hot. Am I allowed to say that? Is Pom gonna tear me to shreds?

[northling]

[She giggles.] He may try, but I would stop him as you are most correct. [While she's well aware of her looks, she enjoys them being praised so plainly.] And I believe he agrees, though he did not say so as clearly. [He turned pink and turned away, mumbling something about further alterations.]

[viciousabyss]

Well, he should have.

[But Eli knows Pom isn't exactly a wordsmith.]

You should hear it all the time.

[northling]

Then you will have to step up to the plate! [What plate? Who knows. She is not remotely familiar with baseball, but she must have got the phrase from somewhere.

She probably thinks it was about an eating contest.]

I do not have a present for you. I am not used to giving them at this time of year. [This time of year is when she would be showered with them, though she wished she received less.] But if you have a request I would like to meet it if I can.

[viciousabyss]

Easy. [He winks. The cad.]

Oh, it's fine. I arguably have too much stuff already.

You could write me something, if you wanted to.

[northling]

Yes! I will do this! Would you like something in particular?

[viciousabyss]

Mmmm, surprise me. But make it very kinky, please.

[He grins widely.]

[northling]

I shall! [She already has her syntrofos out of her inventory and is tapping away... with water? Her fingers don't move, but the water does, touching the screen to write something before water and syntrofos vanish once again.]