noreasonneeded | IC/Overflow Post

You're very cute but I like us both too much to ever sing. A canary I'm not.

I guess the roughness of your voice may not lend itself to song very well.

Nope. Plus I'm not much of a stage performer. It's one thing to act undercover or make dramatic speeches to gangsters. I imagine there are people who could sell any voice, but I leave the actual performer roles to some others on my crew.

You make a much better dark figure looming in the corner.

[She finishes off the glass of wine.]

I could lounge here all night.

Maybe you can sing instead.

It is very private and comfortable. I haven't even checked my phone in awhile.

Now that you mention it. I am very impressed. You've not tried to do any work at all.

I have not, I want my brownie points. Though I did like that you gave me an hour timer to prepare to go out. I tried to get stuff done then so I could focus on us now.

Now that we're on the subject though, should I check in to make sure the Slat or club isn't on fire?

I didn't think you'd enjoy an extremely quick turn around.

[She gives him a little look.]

Are you really just making sure Mack is okay?

I wouldn't. It was a thoughtful consideration.

[He wants her to know that he noticed it and appreciated it, and has tried to maximize their time together in exchange.]

Of course. ... part of making sure Mack is okay is seeing how the club's profits were this evening and that business ran smoothly, right? My income does in part go towards keeping him in the lifestyle he's getting accustomed to.

One message, I promise on the hole where my heart once was.

[Stella chuckles. She can only separate Kaz from business for so long.]

That's fine. You support our cat son, and often my cheese addiction.

Love you.

[He holds up one finger, and as promised, does a quick check in with Kesh on the news of the night. She assures him that all is fine, ending it with a sent photo of Mack with a tiny top hat on his head being kissed by Nina and the text

'Nothing's on fire. Enjoy your date or I'm taking Stella out next time.'

He holds his phone out as he thinks Stella would appreciate the response from his spy.]

As you should.

[She blows him a little kiss as he sends his text. And she laughs at that update.]

You seem to have quite a lot of competition for my affections.

I think they want to remind me how good I have it now with you. And that I should let myself enjoy it, for both our sakes.

That is probably true. You should enjoy things on occasion, you have faced plenty of suffering, you deserve at least a nice night on occasion.

Putting my phone away. Focusing on you. Shall we sit here awhile longer, or head back to your place?

That very much sounds like you're trying to take me to bed.

[Her cheeks turn a bit pink.]

You have to pick a book or two that you want to "borrow"

That is an eventual goal.

Right, right. Council and Towers, that would be in the local history section, yeah?

[He slowly gets to his feet and then offers her a hand with a small intake of his breath.]

[That definitely sends a little shiver down her spine. She feels wanted.]

Should be.

[She takes his offered hand to get up from the floor.]

I promise I won't spend the rest of the night just doing research once I get them.

[He heads with her towards that section and begins browsing through the tomes.]

You just have to read them once anyway. You and that giant memory of yours.

That's true.

[His memory is extremely handy like that. While his friends have impressive talents that Kaz lacks, he wouldn't trade his for the world. Though he imagines they feel much the same about those skills that make them who they are.]

I suppose I just meant that I'm not going to turn this into purely a work night. Not after all you've put into this.

I know you won't. If only because I am prepared to wage pillow warfare if you are working too much tonight.

[Her memory is similar though not quite as photograph as his is. She does have many more years of memories taking up space though]

Pillow warfare, is it? That sounds dangerous, what are the negotiation terms to avoid it?

[He gives her a teasing look over his shoulder as he flips through one book briefly to scan before deciding against it and putting it back, picking up another.]

Perhaps you can't avoid it. Maybe I am simply too chaotic to negotiate.

[She has picked a book from the shelf to flip through while he looks.]

Oh? Then what is my incentive to cease working, if a pillow will find its way to my face regardless?

[He gives her a teasing look at that.]

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