[She is not on the bench anymore. He's going to have to lean down for kisses, even with Tuuri on her tippy-toes. She's at least patient enough to not grab him and tug him down to kissing height.]
[Once he's close enough Tuuri is going to reach her arms up to go around his shoulders and keep him down where she can reach while she presses her lips to his.]
[when he comes back, she gets to see the things he's brought:
- very little clothes. - a guitar case, with a guitar - some books. Go The F**k To Sleep is among them. - an ironic blanket - a pink bracelet with a glass ornament - a 😈-stamped box that has been heavily sealed with many layers of duct tape and has DO NOT OPEN written on it in marker.
he puts these on the shelf but gives a lingering, uncertain look at the last thing.]
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It looks nice. Better than mine did...
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... No. Had one temporarily. In what was probably a fake memory.
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Um.]
Oh yeah. That time.
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[Week 3 was a million years ago.
Anyway, he goes up to a bookshelf to look at the books and see what's there. Or really, to check if they're even real books, or just decorations.]
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Yeah, I was debating what to do with that. It wouldn't be too hard to make it into an actual bookshelf, I think.
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Not sure it's worth the effort if you're leaving soon, though.
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[She truly wants to believe that too.]
Until then, want to stay here with me?
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Of course I'm okay with it. Or do I need to kiss you again to get the point across?
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[She is not on the bench anymore. He's going to have to lean down for kisses, even with Tuuri on her tippy-toes. She's at least patient enough to not grab him and tug him down to kissing height.]
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after a few moments, he pulls away slowly.]
I'll get my things.
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Okay. I'll clear up some space for you here.
[One of the shelves will be traded out with an empty one by the time Zel returns, so he has a spot for his stuff.]
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- very little clothes.
- a guitar case, with a guitar
- some books. Go The F**k To Sleep is among them.
- an ironic blanket
- a pink bracelet with a glass ornament
- a 😈-stamped box that has been heavily sealed with many layers of duct tape and has DO NOT OPEN written on it in marker.
he puts these on the shelf but gives a lingering, uncertain look at the last thing.]
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Did they say anything when they gave it to you?
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[And it turns out that actually happened, so boy is he glad he did.]
It's a Hellmaster's Jar. A vessel for a soul.
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It's probably best to keep it locked in the box then, yeah.
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Sorry... Wasn't sure what else to do with it.
[he's not going to leave it in the room for poor filbo to find...]
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Pandora'sZelgadis' box. Imagine.]It's alright. I think we can keep a dangerous artifact locked away.
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[can't believe she let this guy into her home and the first thing he does is bring in this incredibly cursed jar.]
Looks like whatever was sealing all of my own powers has lifted, too.
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