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[thephix]

[There's a bit of a pout at that, because she doesn't wear very much grey.

Maurice is entirely unconcered about this, moving around so he can keep watching the kitten, bumping her with his nose but being careful not to tread on her.]

Let's hope we can find some.

[Do they have lint rollers in post apocalyptic London?]

[bumbles]

Or I'll m-make some. Out of uh, t-tape? It's w-what I did at home.

( Lint rollers are crazy expensive, seriously. Sticky tape worked just fine. Student budget life. )

Fur c-coat, otherwise?

( With a little smile, conspiratorial. )

[thephix]

[Good god, Donny.

Sometimes Max worries about you.]

I'm sure I can find a substitute other than tape.

[She's making so many faces at him right now.]

Fake fur.

[thank you very much]

[bumbles]

I'll d-do it uh, do it b-by hand.

( See, that's love and commitment right there, Max. )

Yep. Insulated by finest uh, finest fake fur. It's very p-protective, I hear.

[thephix]

[Very, very slowly, she reaches across to press a finger over his lips in a be quiet gesture.

It's playful, though, even if she's looking at him as if he might be insane.]

You're being ridiculous.

[so ridiculous]

[bumbles]

( Well. Okay then.

He is just going to gently nip her finger with his teeth, careful not to hurt her with his retaliation.
And then he's pouting just a little. )

[thephix]

[Adonis did you just bite her?

Excuse Max while she huffs and pulls her hand away, throwing both hands up in an exasperated sort of gesture, very over the top and maybe just a little bit Italian.]

Is this just because you have a kitten?

[That he's being so adorable ridiculous.

And she's just going to pour herself a second glass of wine so she can judge him while sipping it.

It's slightly undone by the fact Artemisia followed her to the bench and is rubbing against Max's ankles.

Sigh, cats.]

[bumbles]

Nuh uh.

( still smiling, and maybe he's smiling too much, ducking his head and sheepishly trying to banish it away. That's not entirely successful with the kitten rubbing up against Max and Maurice flopping onto his belly as he keeps watching his new toy.

Donny huffs a quiet laugh and watched as she gets her wine, kicking off his boots and drawing both feet up onto the couch. )

I w-was um, always this annoying.

[thephix]

I'm sure you're not.

[But - ugh - the kitten is making adorable sounds and with a sigh, Max crouches down to carefully scoop her up. Glass of wine in one hand and kitten in the other, she makes her way back to the couch, sitting at the opposite end to Donny but stretching her legs out so they're in his lap.

It's definitely only so that she can set the kitten down in her own lap and it has plenty of room to move about on her legs. It has nothing to do with the fact she just likes touching him, even if it's in little ways like this.]

[bumbles]

Is this your w-way if asking for a foot rub?

( eyebrows raised a little, but only playfully. Donny idly lets his hands slide down one of her calves, warmth in his touch to soothe her muscles. )

She l-likes you.

( Tiny cat might be kneading Max's leg.)

[thephix]

[She raises her eyebrows right back, looking at him over the rim of her glass.]

If I wanted a foot rub I'd ask for one.

[Not that she doesn't smile at the warmth in his touch.]

Of course she does.

[Everyone likes Max, animals included.]

[bumbles]

Yep.

( Said in a of course you would kind of way, gently tweaking her foot. )

G-good um, good things you're so m-modest.

( Adonis pls. )

[thephix]

But if you're offerring...

[Pointing her toes for a second, as if she needs to draw attention to her feet.]

Are you mocking me?

{Careful, mister.]

[bumbles]

( A little face, but he's glad to make good on his offer, sliding the heat of his hand down the sole of one of her feet, before taking it in both hands and starting to massage it. Gently, at first, before building up a little more intensely.

And, he's glancing over his shoulder, looking for someone else, before double taking and pointing to himself, in a sort of who, me? kind of gesture, positively shocked by the suggestion. )

That'd b-be rude.

( Not saying Max shouldn't be mocked sometimes, though. Just lovingly. )

[thephix]

[This is... good. She's leaning back againt the arm of the couch, glass hanging loosely from her hand, enjoying the foot massage and the cat curled up in her lap and Maurice nosing at her hip until she scratches behind his ears.]

And I suppose you're too polite for that?

[bumbles]

I'm a g-gentleman.

( Which he thinks might be a mistake the moment after he said it, all things considered. Slipping his hand down her pants, letting her draw away his boxer shorts and getting each other off probably couldn't be counted as gentlemanly behaviour, but he shakes his head instead of faltering, letting the warmth work its way into her muscles. )

Are you sure w-wearing uh, wearing heels all the t-time doesn't-- doesn't d-damage your feet?

[thephix]

[A hum of agreement, despite the teasing from before, because she's a little too chilled out to keep up with the joking around. It's a slightly sketpical hum, at least.]

Shapeshifter.

[Which means that yes, it would damage her feet and her muscles and her posture if she couldn't shift her body to exactly however she wants it to be. She can shift things around to make wearing heels more comfortable, and shift away any damage she might do to herself.

It's why it's impossible to tell she did ballet for a few years.]

[bumbles]

( For all his guilt, the worry that bubbles up, then more guilt when he thinks about how much he wants to do it again-- that makes him smile. Phoebe would be so jealous, he's sure of it. He doesn't worry about icing her feet for any bruising, then, and instead if just doing whatever feels nice. )

I c-could, um. Make you some c-comfy glass slippers. ( With a bit of a "yup that's all I've got," face. She can make the heels not suck, he can make shoes out of glass. She'd be the best Cinderella ever. ) These t-two could um, could d-drag the p--p-pumpkin.

[thephix]

Princes are so terribly boring, though.

[The way she says it makes it sound as though she actually might be speaking from experience.]

I'll keep it in mind if anyone happens to throw a fancy dress party.

[bumbles]

( A very small and stupid part of him wants to volunteer that he is not a prince. Thankfully, he is able to silence that part incredibly quickly. Instead, just focusing on what he's doing and shrugging noncommittally. )

I c-could um, go in a t-toga.

( Since he's so good with those. Artemisia makes a quiet trilling sound, rolling on Max's lap for more attention. )

[thephix]

Very subtle.

[But it's gently teasing, and she's more focused on looking down at the kitten, then at her wine glass, then at her other hand which is still being used to pet Maurice.]

I need another arm.

[theoretically she could shift herself one but that seems a little excessive.

Instead, she leans over to set the wine glass on the coffee table, freeing up her hand to play with the cat, letting Artemisia bite her fingers with her tiny kitten teeth.]

[bumbles]

I d-dunno. T-two has uh, a g-good symmetry. Three m-might b-be uh, overkill.

( So, so serious. Why is he the most serious person in the world?

And he's going to move to massage her other foot, next. He is the most helpful person. This is surely teamwork, Max looking after the animals while he handles her feet? )

There's always those b-beer can hats. It'd suit you.

( ultimate fashion guru )

[thephix]

I could go up to four, two on each side, but it would take a while to gain the mass I'd need.

[As if this is something she's seriously considering, rather than just a joke.

What is serious is the mention of beer can hats.]

No.

[That's it that's her response.]

[bumbles]

That sounds...

( alarming? Terrifying? Gross? All of the above? ) Hard t-to g-get clothes for.

( No Max, that response just makes him laugh a little, before he presses an apologetic kiss to her ankle. )

I p-promise, no b-beer hats.

[thephix]

I'm sure I could find a tailor.

[To make her clothes suitable for someone with four arms but no she's. mostly joking.]

Good.