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[realistics]

Doesn't make it any less weird. And I was, but —

[Someone started talking naked imagery]

You woke me up.

[ikols]

I can stop talking.

[ And brush her hair instead, since he's tired and emotionally wrung out after coming here expecting to lose her, instead keen to do some pampering since he hasn't. ]

Would a massage help? I'm good with my hands, it can't be hard.

[realistics]

You sure you won't be too rough with me?

[An honest question even with her wry smile. That godly strength, after all.]

[ikols]

I'm not the one who opens locked doors with a hammer.

[ The flattest of looks. Pls, give him some credit. ]

[realistics]

Fine, fine. [She sits up, taking her weight off of him as she glances down at him.] Show off your talents.

[ikols]

Wait, wait. Research. [ On his phone, no less, browsing YouTube videos about massaging. ] We need oil ... or lotion. Do you keep either of those?

[realistics]

Wow, you're going full out Asgardian massage parlor? [Huffing out a short laugh, she crawls over his body to stand up from the couch as she makes her way to the bathroom.]

I've got some lotion. Where're you gonna want me?

[ikols]

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