Yvette finds herself in the unenviable position of coming into existence in free fall at almost terminal velocity
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She can read his mind so actually she'll probably notice at about the same time he does.

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She absolutely does pick up on it when he remembers! Regretfully, caressing his cheek and smiling, she pulls away a little to breathe, “You’re hungry.”

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"—yes, I believe I am."

He's a creature of habit, enough so that it had actually been some time since he's needed his actual body to remind him to attend to it.

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She giggles, all affection and sweetness. He’s so great!

“I think I’m hungry too, actually. I um. Didn’t notice. Oops?”

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He has nutrient sludge galore but maybe her first real meal in this world should be fancier than that.

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“I do not care, I just want to keep touching you while we eat,” she sighs.

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Really? Assuming she will be allowed to touch him however much she wants while meal is happening, does she not have a preference?

(He obviously doesn't, if he did he would not be so stocked up on easy nutrient sludge.)

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“Mm mm. Just want to keep being held.” Nestle nestle nestle his mind is so nice and she’s being held by him and that’s nice and he likes holding her and that, too, is very nice. “Having other preferences is hard,” she mumbles.

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Sludge it is.

...they will have to get up, though.

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“Mmmmmnngh,” she complains. Can’t he carry her? Or something? No? Terrible.

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If he uses both arms but then he can't make the sludge happen.

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“Mmmmmmmmmmrggggghhh.”

This is such a cranky castoff. So unhappy. Pouting so much.

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"Do you want to perhaps voice your thoughts for those in the audience who lack mind reading?"

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She makes a grumbling sound that is probably a negative, and nestles closer to him. Or, well. Attempts to. There’s not really a way to manage ‘closer’ right now. Nooooooo she misses the warm soft kissing mind space come baaaaaack.

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Fine fine.

He repositions himself so he's more-or-less holding her in bridal carry and—

—now they're in the kitchen.

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“You’re so great,” she sighs affectionately, apparently deigning this to be worthy of words.

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Okay but now she'll need to operate the sludge machine here are some mental instructions on how to do that.

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“Mmmmmmmrrrghhhh,” she complains, but yes, fine, fine, she will operate the sludge machine here. Sludge. Sludge for both of them.

“This does mean that I probably also have to feed it to you,” she notes, once all nutrient sludge has been acquired. She sounds charmed by this prospect.

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Not if he drops her to her feet.

.....he's not gonna but still.

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She giggles!

“You’re cute. You can probably bring us back to the couch though.”

She is, despite her best efforts, coming out of happy kisses subspace. Slowly. And with great protest.

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Back to the couch it is.

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He is lovingly fed nutrient sludge… For a little while. Until she acquires some self awareness.

“So I guess for future reference I need to be careful about who I kiss,” she muses. “Since it seems to just completely shut down all higher processes.”

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Yes that is definitely a correct conclusion to reach here. Not that he disliked it, mind, but it is not very good for getting other things done.

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“I definitely don’t dislike it,” she purrs affectionately, feeding him more nutrient paste. Lovingly. “Just. Yes. Feeling your mind while you’re kissing me is great.”

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He's pretty sure he wasn't thinking about any things there.

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