10-30-2007, 02:55 AM
He flopped down beside her head with similarly thudding descent, looking over at her after wincing away the minor discomfort of head plus hardwood. "Shush you, who needs guests? All they do is smell up the place, and Cel tends to complain more than is worth putting up with, when we ask him to lay down a fresh layer of newspaper." He shuffled his seat closer to hers and wrapped an arm over her, giving a little back rub.
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