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[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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[princess_of_ida]

Anything can become annoying when you're around them too much. Don't waste energy on this. You could snore like a banshee and it wouldn't wake him. You're fine. He's not a light sleeper like I am.

[sunmon]

I guess that's true.
What about morning breath?
That's going to get old.

[princess_of_ida]

He'll have it too. Are you going to hold it against him?

[sunmon]

It's not the same.

[princess_of_ida]

Do enlighten me as to why your mouth bacteria is any different than his?

[sunmon]

Because even if I wake up one day and I'm tired of how his breath smells he's still him.
And I'm just me.

[princess_of_ida]

I fail to see the problem here. 'Just you' is all he wants. All I want.

I know you have a hard time accepting that, but it's the truth. He'd say the same thing - morning breath, cute snores, drool, and all.

Okay maybe I watch you a little too much while you're sleeping, but in my defense I can only sleep like five hours at most, not consecutive, and I'm too comfortable spooning you to get up to go read. So I watch your pretty face when all that tension you hold between your brows is relaxed. Is that creepy? It's not meant to be.

[sunmon]

It's not creepy.

[ she's laughing. she needed to stop being so tense and laugh, so it's good. ]

I just keep feeling like
I don't know how I fooled either of you.
And now he's here all the time, so he's certain to catch on.

[princess_of_ida]

A mystery for the ages! Your greatest accomplishment!

Nah, baby, real talk - we already know. It just doesn't matter, cause it's you. We choose you. The heart wants what it wants. Even if it makes us bleed sometimes.

[sunmon]

But hearts can change.
I want to prevent that.

[princess_of_ida]

I know.
I don't have an answer for that. I don't know his heart. I only know my own.

[sunmon]

Yeah.
I'll figure it out. It'll be good.

[princess_of_ida]

Go on and be happy. Be excited. Enjoy today.
I'll see you tomorrow.

[And Ianthe hit her limit of handling this like a mature adult. Time to go break a skeleton and put it back together.]