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[aspolyhymnia]

[For some silly reason she did expect him to use the door, so she jumps a bit at the knock on her window.

Once she realizes who it is she pulls open the window for him.]

I do have a door. I'll introduce you two sometime.

[But she still has an amused smirk on her face.]

Welcome to my humble abode.

[It's about as nice as an apartment in Ketterdam can be. It's well appointed in light shades of gray and wood, as well as being clean.]

Are you bleeding from anywhere I can't see? I have some basic first aid supplies.

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I like my social circle as is, the door will have to impress me to get added to my list of acquaintances.

[He’s not above teasing her back as he nimbly climbs inside and helps shut the window behind him.]

Nah, I’m fine. A little sooty from an explosion but nothing a shower later can’t fix.

[He looks around the space, it’s definitely nicer than many tenement buildings in the Barrel, though the ones that Kaz runs are decent. The University district tends to run higher end than the Barrel, though not as fancy as the Geldstraat where mansions like Van Eck’s are.]

Your abode suits you. And as promised I did bring dinner, though you’ll have to supply any drinks.

[aspolyhymnia]

It's a pretty nice door; good, solid wood.

[The teasing is nice. Stella rather likes his humour.]

I think you'll like my shower, it's overkill in terms of comfort.

[She has one of those showers with sprays in every direction. It is heaven after a long day.]

Thank you. I can also provide plates. Though I didn't have the time to get whiskey between texting and you arriving. Do you drink wine ever?

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Good, solid wood does make it sound efficient. I do appreciate something that serves its purpose. Did you know I used a door as a desk for many years? Worked just fine.

[Kaz’s original office desk had been a door placed on top of two crates. It had only been when he’d taken over the gang from Haskell rather than working under the man that Kaz had upgraded to use Haskell’s old desk.]

Sounds like a dream. I hid out at a fancy hotel once. It made me really want to upgrade the Slat’s plumbing once I could afford it. It was a big day when I finally got us water that went hot and cold when it should.

[He sets the bag of food on her coffee table and starts to unpack the boxes.]

I drink wine, sure. I don’t know a fine vintage from what’s made in a bathtub, but I’ll drink it.

[He’s not above making jokes at his own expense, and it’s true that Kaz never had the chance to develop a refined palate.]

[aspolyhymnia]

Not the most elegant desk, but it's flat wood. [She shrugs] I've used my share of random objects for furniture.

Then yes, you'll savor a shower here. It's one of the luxuries I splurged on because really hot showers are my favorite thing after a long day.

[While the rest of her stuff is nice, nothing is overly fancy or expensive. She invested in her bathroom and in a very comfortable and large bed.]

I won't pick an expensive bottle then. There's one cheap wine that I really like, it's just on the right side of sweet.

[But not as cloying as some of her ports can be. She heads to her kitchen to grab wine and dishware.]

What exploded?

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I’m sure many people have. Just sharing a memory, not thinking it made me unique. Using what’s at one’s disposal is smart, even if it wasn’t originally designed for that purpose.

So you’re a shower at night person, then. And yeah, cheap wine is fine. I’m easy.

Well, presumably me, but they won’t realize my remains aren’t part of the package before I make my return, anyway. How has your evening gone before I invaded it?

[aspolyhymnia]

I like your memories and I enjoy finding ones we share.

[She comes back and sits on the sofa with him, but leaving a respectable gap between them.

She sets the wine on the table along with some flatware.]

Fine. Nothing of note, I was reading some papers and doing some grading.

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I'm willing to listen then, if you want to share what furniture you've repurposed.

[He pours the wine for them, her glass first, and lets her help herself to the opened containers first before himself.]

Your job matters to you and your students, I'd say that's of note. What was the paper on? I can play the part of academic.

[A little quip as he's self-taught through and through, but Kaz is also someone who deeply loves to learn. In another world, he might have been a college professor himself. It's the life Jordie wanted for him, and while Kaz doesn't regret what he's doing now, there's no denying that a life of books and knowledge does reside within his bones.]

[aspolyhymnia]

The one I had just finished when you texted was an analysis on 'F. Scott Fitzgerald'

[She shifts the food to pull out the paper to offer it to him if he wants to peruse it.]

It's a solid piece of writing if unoriginal.

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[He willingly takes it to scan, sipping the wine with his free hand.]

I would imagine originality goes pretty far in a muse's judgement.

[aspolyhymnia]

It does. I want to hear my students ideas, not just a rehash of what other academics say.

[This whole thing feels very normal and sweet. Aside from the crawling in the window part.]

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[Life and death situations are a way of life for him, so compartmentalizing when one happens is second nature by now. It's certainly no reason to wallow in his view, nor does he wish to bring work topics to her doorstep. She's doing enough for him letting him stay over, or at least it's how he sees it.]

Thinking for one's self is a muscle not many master flexing.

[aspolyhymnia]

[She is always happy to talk about his work with him, it is never a burden]

They really don't and it's especially sad when they make it all the way to University.

You'd do well as a literature major if you ever changed careers.

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It certainly doesn't sound like I missed out on much with traditional schooling. Though now I'm curious, how does a muse learn? Did you have tutors on Olympus? Are your kind simply born knowing things?

[There's a funny momentary glint to his gaze at that.]

You're not the first to say my time would have been well spent in university.

[aspolyhymnia]

We did have tutors. And then time does the rest, really.

I think you like to learn, and that's a pretty rare thing at times.

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Experiences over time are often the most lasting of lessons.

I would rather know something than not. As cliche as it sounds, ignorance isn't bliss, it's asking to be blindsided. One never knows what knowledge might someday come in handy. ... plus, yes, I do enjoy it. Once I've found a question I can't rest without an answer.

How about you, were you a good student or a little troublemaker?

[aspolyhymnia]

That's honestly what makes the best students. The ones that can't rest until they've figured something out.

[There is an intelligence about him that goes beyond book smarts and she really respects him for it.]

I was very good. I'm incredibly boring like that.

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And see, my crew just says that's one of the many annoying qualities about me. That I can't let anything rest. I should have known to get a teacher's perspective sooner.

[He's giving his crooked grin as he says it, and there's a fondness to his raspy tone that says it's all meant in good fun. There's no actual ill-intent from his friends, he knows that. It's still nice to hear though what Stella says. His intellect is one of the areas he's genuinely proud of in regards to himself.]

Wanting to learn from presumably people worth learning from doesn't sound boring. That sounds smart on your part. I've never found you boring. You're... refreshing. [There's a small pause.] I just made you sound like lemonade, didn't I.

[Well, he's given worse compliments.]

[aspolyhymnia]

You've needed to hang out with an academic who can appreciate your need to figure everything out.

[She is well aware of how high of a regard he holds his crew in. It's still a cute little joke, and he does seem more inclined to make jokes around her now.]

That's rather sweet. I'm just happy to be delicious. At least I assume I'd be a good lemonade, just the right sour and sweet combination.

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Apparently, that's what was missing from my social circle. Sometimes you never realize what's lacking until you find it. Though admit it, a lot of the chatter you hear on Speaker's Bridge by the university is just pompous windbagging, isn't it?

[He is feeling like he can let some walls down with her by now, where it's not all business and cold hard surfaces. He does have a sense of humor he doesn't mind showing around people he's coming to trust like her. It doesn't hurt that she's fully willing and capable of teasing back.]

I'm sure you'd make a great lemonade. Never trust someone who can't handle tartness.

[Done eating for the moment he leans back against her sofa cushions, drink in hand. It feels supremely odd to not have a pile of work in front of him that he's doing while talking. It's been a very, very long time since he spent a night not working, even if some of his thoughts are still on it.]

[aspolyhymnia]

Most of it. Academics love to hear themselves talk and use real big words to show off.

[She trusts him quite a lot and their banter is truly enjoyable. They're both just sort of comfortable on her sofa. She's turned a bit to be able to get a better look at him.]

I can handle a tart. [She laughs.]

You have a rather nice profile, quite angular.

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And are you ever guilty of it? Should I have some CVC words on hand to bring you back down to earth after a symposium?

[It's a very comfortable couch, and good company. And, for once, he can't distract himself with other matters to avoid noticing such pleasures.]

Taken in any context, I'll remember that.

[The teasing stills when she compliments his appearance. Unlike his intellect, other compliments leave him less the self-assured demonic Bastard of the Barrel and more like a human with foibles. It isn't that the compliment isn't nice to hear, it is, he's just not used to them. Nor knowing what to do with them.]

Most worry my angles will cut them if they get too close. Though I always figured that was more figurative than literal angles. Most aren't wrong, though.

... then again, you aren't like most people. For such a self-proclaimed dull person, you're rather fearless in how you go about living.

[aspolyhymnia]

I am sometimes. I need to fit in by showing off my extensive vocabulary at times.

[Catching him by surprise always seems to please her. She does imagine he isn't often complimented, especially not about something like appearance.]

I don't think I'd be cut. But I wouldn't be surprised if you punched me if I tried to touch you.

[And she respects that. She can see trauma when it's that obvious, Stella just hopes someday he will be comfortable enough to talk about it.]

Am I? I guess it's easy to be fearless when you can't die.

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You can always use sesquipedalian phrases when I'm around, I'll only mock you if it gets too severe.

[He can't help teasing her a little, even though he'd perfectly welcome a diverse vocabulary. Sometimes a colorful phrase just gets a point across better.]

I don't imagine you're the sort of person who'd try to touch me. Physically, at least.

[Stella isn't above trying to touch him emotionally through his many walls. Gently so far, and while a few years ago that would have been met with a verbal punch in return, he's trying to be better about it these days. He does want to heal, even if it's not always clear how to go about it. Not biting the hand of those who matter to him seems like a decent place to start, though.]

I don't know about that. Given some of the things I've seen in this world, surviving through it isn't for the faint of heart. I don't presume you've had an easy go throughout your existence. Perseverance is often in spite of fear, not for lack of it.

[aspolyhymnia]

That is a very high point word right there.

[She absolutely loves it.]

Not until you're ready, if you ever are.

[She isn't shy about letting him know that she would like to touch someday. But she quite literally has all the time in the world. Stella is in no rush, and if she never gets more than a gloved handshake, she will be just as happy.

As for emotionally, he seems like he needs a little emotional prodding. Sometimes it just takes the right combination of people and time to start to heal ]

I've seen so many tragedies. I've been in some, played dead in a ransacked village; seen so many wars. And there's still good that sparkles through the darkness.