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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]

"Well, we could just wait until Karl took off his tinfoil hat and start broadcasting things to him?" Of course he is joking.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle giggles. "I suspect he already gets enough trauma that way," she says with a grin.

[leadinghome]

He nods, moving a bit so Annabelle rests more over him. "Sirkka enjoys a bit too much broadcasting her exploits with her harem."

[aeons_crackshot]

She doesn't mind resting more on him in the least, rather the opposite. The feel of his heartbeat is reassuring.

"I'd gathered that impression," Annabelle says with a smile. "It sounds like she has far too much time on her hands."

[leadinghome]

"I think she has far too much plan... maybe thinking about repopulating the world, if we can convince people to stop killing each other?" Oh yes, open relationships and genetic diversity.

"But she does not seem to want to talk beyond mental health. Beyond comforting people."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Comfort is necessary, but unless you chance the circumstances they're living in, they'll keep killing each other."

Sad, but true.

[leadinghome]

"Well, we can not undo the Crash, so... we have to move on, and create something new."

"In a world that is even more water than earth than the regular Earths."

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Annabelle nods in agreement.

"It will be tricky, but you might find someone here who knows about that sort of thing."

[leadinghome]

"We are already inventing some parts of it." He caresses Annabelle's neck, smiling. "The hard part is the 'stop killing each other, morons'."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle grins at that. "That's always been the hardest part in my experience too."

Some things are multiversal, it seems.

[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?"

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"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.