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It takes them a while - they are quite busy holding each other - but eventually in spite of the perpetual darkness in the sky, they realize they're exhausted. It's been a long day. The helpful mage and her husband offer them a place to sleep, but that place turns out to be inside a tent. With two other people. Two other newly married people.
Isabella and Adarin decide the better option is to go with her hammock. It involves Isabella almost entirely on top of her husband, but neither of them mind. Snuggles are recommended after death and subsequent resurrection, and trauma from same. Adarin's still a bit shivery and occasionally uncoordinated post-magic loss, but he can hold his wife just fine. Snuggles are provided for both parties, and eventually they both fall asleep, suspended in the air by cloud-pine.
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prodigal_miser
darkest_evening
The elderly alt doesn't think it would be a good idea to say 'you're welcome,' so he doesn't. But he does nod.
"Now, inside, to hand you money, embrace my inner glutton by eating, and then sleeping for another day."
"Now, inside, to hand you money, embrace my inner glutton by eating, and then sleeping for another day."
blooded_poet
"You're welcome," she replies. "I will remain out here for a little while, playing cards with - the other you." She glances at his alt. "The other, other you."
blooded_poet
"Of course. You'll know if I crash through a wall after trying and failing at the door."
darkest_evening
The house would say hello right back, and then insist that it is not terrible just for being associated with its owner. But it can't. Because it is a house.
Terrible Adarin retrieves money, and then offers it to his alt and his alt's wife.
Terrible Adarin retrieves money, and then offers it to his alt and his alt's wife.
darkest_evening
"A few." He rattles off the names of a few places to eat, gives some recommendations for what to have while there, and then gives some basic directions for how to get to each.
prodigal_miser
Naturally, his alt recognizes exactly zero of them. "Thank you," he says, because he's pretty sure he is completely useless as a guide here.
prodigal_miser
"Then we'll go with that," says Adarin, looking just a teensy bit like he's completely in love.
prodigal_miser
There is a pause as both Adarins consider each other. And then completely out of the blue, the younger one says, "Forty-three point eight."