[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.]
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.
( The face he is making is so full of "please, no." So full of that emotion. But he isn't going to say that, because he's pretty sure that's rude. This face is probably rude, too, technically speaking but he's just. No. Four arms. Max with four arms. That's a scary place. )
You c-could massage yourself, then. I g-guess.
( Thoughtful. And, with a little frown: ) Is this uh, a s-subtle w-way to say you d-don't need me?
( Playful, a bit awkward because everything he does is a bit awkward, but he's trying to tease. Keep things light. Not think about where massaging derailed to last time. )
[There are jokes she won't make, even if it's being playful, and things like that are one of them. She knows Adonis well enough to know that he'd take it poorly, that the subject is far too raw.
There's no flicker in her expression, no pause before her reply, but she really wishes he hadn't made a joke like that.]
You give better massages than I do.
[It's sort of true, at least, if only because Donny can use warmth and ice so easily.]
[Quiet agreement, because she really doesn't want to press this joke too much, not when there are landmines underneath it.]
It's good, thank you.
[Just casually wiggling her toes a little (the way normal people can, don't worry she isn't doing anything weird with shapeshifting) as if to indicate that is indeed a very good foot rub.]
( The kitten is purring very loudly, drawing a bit more of a grin from Donny as he watches her twist around to try and lean into Max's touch some more. At the toe wiggle, he gently grabs one of Max's toes, squeezes it before letting go again.)
You've g-got a new fan.
( And the he's just lapsing into silence, again. Comfortable silence, where the only concern is awesome foot and calf massage. He's good at that.)
[Just in case there was ever any doubt, though she's at least indulging the kitten by gently petting her fur.
For all that she's still a little unsure about having a cat in the apartment, she can at least admit that the creature is cute, and this is... nice, comfortable. They can make room for the kitten in their life here, she's sure.]
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[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.]
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( 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 )
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[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.]
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( 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.
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[To make her clothes suitable for someone with four arms but no she's. mostly joking.]
Good.
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You c-could massage yourself, then. I g-guess.
( Thoughtful. And, with a little frown: ) Is this uh, a s-subtle w-way to say you d-don't need me?
( Playful, a bit awkward because everything he does is a bit awkward, but he's trying to tease. Keep things light. Not think about where massaging derailed to last time. )
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There's no flicker in her expression, no pause before her reply, but she really wishes he hadn't made a joke like that.]
You give better massages than I do.
[It's sort of true, at least, if only because Donny can use warmth and ice so easily.]
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( Speaking of, this is an awesome foot rub she's getting, his thumbs pressing into the sole of her foot harder, then softer again. )
D-does that feel okay?
( maybe he should just shut up and rub feet )
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[Quiet agreement, because she really doesn't want to press this joke too much, not when there are landmines underneath it.]
It's good, thank you.
[Just casually wiggling her toes a little (the way normal people can, don't worry she isn't doing anything weird with shapeshifting) as if to indicate that is indeed a very good foot rub.]
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You've g-got a new fan.
( And the he's just lapsing into silence, again. Comfortable silence, where the only concern is awesome foot and calf massage. He's good at that.)
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[Just in case there was ever any doubt, though she's at least indulging the kitten by gently petting her fur.
For all that she's still a little unsure about having a cat in the apartment, she can at least admit that the creature is cute, and this is... nice, comfortable. They can make room for the kitten in their life here, she's sure.]