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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle comes back upstairs after yet another trip to Ellen's world.

At least she's not completely coated in blood this time? The armor, sans helmet is rather thoroughly spattered with things best left unmentioned though. That tends to happen, especially when your targets' heads explode.

She's not expecting company, thanks to a lifetime of being largely...unattached.

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[leadinghome]

He nods, idly caressing her neck. "It would be bad if we made a trip downstairs for food and drinks, then spent the rest of the day in bed cuddling and talking?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"Not bad at all," Annabelle says with a pleased hm. "That sounds like an excellent plan to me."

[leadinghome]

"Of course, that means we need to get up, get dressed..." And really, that would be a terrible chore.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Unfortunately," Annabelle says with a sigh. She's not making any attempt at moving, as she's very fond of where she is right now.

[leadinghome]

"I guess I could move us both out of bed, or..." His eyes light up with that purple glow. "At least I can gather our clothes." Floating clothes.

Time to find out if dressing each other is as fun as undressing?

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle chuckles at the sight of the floating clothes. "Very handy," she says with a smile.

Probably not as much fun, but still entertaining.

[leadinghome]

And then they can go for that meal.

Cuddle on the couch, return to the room, the possibilities are many and Connor is just happy with spending time with his girlfriend.

[aeons_crackshot]

Every possibility is precious and loved. Spending time with him is always a joy, no matter what they're doing.