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[stand_unshaken]

 

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[stand_unshaken]

He grunts again, and holds out his hands for the egg.

"Didn't sleep. Got a headache to boot." And he's got an inkling it'll go away like magic once he's got the egg back in his hands. He also doesn't like that, doesn't like being manipulated, but she's made it clear they're not here to talk about it.

[dog_eat_dog]

She passes it over still wrapped in her hoodie. She can smell the tobacco on him this close and is sorely tempted to bug him for one for herself too, but it can wait.

“Mmhmm. I’m clearly not enough for an egg,” she replies, dryly.

[stand_unshaken]

He looks at the hoodie, and crouches down briefly to make it into a makeshift sling. He can cradle it, that way, and have his hands free.

"Don't get what it's making the fuss about. If it's got one of us, why's it matter?"

[dog_eat_dog]

"Not even human babies are that needy." Hands liberated, she rakes her fingers through her hair to pull it back into a ponytail. "Or the more you resist, the more it wants you."

[stand_unshaken]

He's tied the sling around his neck, the hoodie's arms tied together with a professional knot. No chance of it coming loose.

"Maybe that's it. None too subtle."

[dog_eat_dog]

"Maybe it's better that way," she replies. "Less guessing about what it wants."