Oh, that would be fun...and not just the games, but the having guests over for the night, as well. It'd be nice, sometime, to have the house full up again.
[She says "again", because what she's thinking of isn't really the house they've claimed here in the city, but rather of the one they left behind in Kalos — big, roomy, and full of life, where people leave for reasons other than murder and there's always a tomorrow waiting on the other side of an evening.
Once he's got her hand, she gives him a little tug, leading him away from the stove and toward wherever they're going to set up shop once they go fetch her cards — the kitchen table, maybe, but possibly somewhere in the comfort of one of the other rooms too. Couches. Coffee tables. Decadance.]
I think for tonight I'm just as happy to have you all to myself, though. And —
[She hesitates a second, just one, before venturing softly: ]
...Once it's sunrise, then the night is over. Isn't it?
[Tautologically, yes, that's exactly what it means. But what she's really geting at is, once sunrise hits, then they're safe — from another week, another Thursday night, another close brush with prowling death.]
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[She says "again", because what she's thinking of isn't really the house they've claimed here in the city, but rather of the one they left behind in Kalos — big, roomy, and full of life, where people leave for reasons other than murder and there's always a tomorrow waiting on the other side of an evening.
Once he's got her hand, she gives him a little tug, leading him away from the stove and toward wherever they're going to set up shop once they go fetch her cards — the kitchen table, maybe, but possibly somewhere in the comfort of one of the other rooms too. Couches. Coffee tables. Decadance.]
I think for tonight I'm just as happy to have you all to myself, though. And —
[She hesitates a second, just one, before venturing softly: ]
...Once it's sunrise, then the night is over. Isn't it?
[Tautologically, yes, that's exactly what it means. But what she's really geting at is, once sunrise hits, then they're safe — from another week, another Thursday night, another close brush with prowling death.]