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[eiattu_pride]

Rial managed to sneak Wainthropp through his door, much to the small purple creature's apparent joy. It's now curled up on the couch, finishing off a piece of lightly buttered toast, looking deeply satisfied.

Rial's in their bedroom, searching around for something to make into a bed for the crumple-horned snorkack.

And wondering if he should tell Plourr.

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[eiattu_pride]

Rial knows his wife, and he knows when she's trying and when she isn't.

So he deepens the kiss, not letting her move.

[fighting_mad]

Further protests are half-hearted, at best. A few seconds pass where she's just giving back what she gets, not encouraging or discouraging, but then her hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him down as she leans up.

[eiattu_pride]

Wainthropp makes a small sort of noise, and turns away.

Rial, though, wraps his free arm around her, half-lifting her upwards. Murmured against her lips, "C'mon."

[fighting_mad]

"Count Pernon," she says imperiously, but she's getting up, "I will not be distracted so-- so cheaply." He kisses her again, though, long and slow and--oh kriff, fine, maybe she will be.

Plourr manages to disentangle herself; tells him to go ahead, that she'll be in in a second, and once he's passed through the bedroom door, she pads over to the couch.

She stares down at the little creature, its purple snout hiding in the cushions, and then she glances around, whispers, "Sorry," and furtively scratches the snorkack behind a horn.

Wainthropp snuffles and purrs.

Plourr kinda smiles, but she isn't about to tell her husband that.