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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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[originallutece]

[He's standing, which means he's at the perfect height for her to just sort of kick him, right in the thigh, light enough to be teasing but hard enough to be felt.]

[hjack69]

[ And he's in just the right mood to act wounded, clutching at his knee like she's stuck an arrow knife in it. He even pretends to lose his balance, dramatically collapsing to the floor.

Yeah. ]

[originallutece]

[Delightful. Honestly, Rosalind looks entirely too smug at that, but you take your victories where you can get them. Besides: she's just tipsy enough that this is pretty funny, and she's laughing as she peers over the couch's edge.]

I hope you're not waiting for an apology, because you shan't get one. Poor thing, did I kick you too hard?

[hjack69]

I can't talk to you, I'm dead.

[ Also the floor actually feels really nice and cool against his cheek right now? God. And no he's seriously carrying this joke a little longer, not getting up just yet. ]

Yep. Still dead.

[originallutece]

[Oh, well, that suits her just fine; it means she gets to stretch out on the couch, and does, lying parallel to him. What a pair they make, but on the other hand, there's a bit more dignity to a couch compared to a floor.

Idly, she pats his shoulder.]

Does that mean I can say whatever I want without you arguing?