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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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[spysinspades]

Any knowledge.

[He thinks. Probably.]

[adversed]

...th' knowledge of your favourite colour?

[spysinspades]

Teal.

[A laugh for her, and a gentle finger tucked beneath her chin.]

And yours? [An answer for an answer, darling?]

[adversed]

[Teal. She doesn't know why it makes her so happy to hear a Single Word. Her breath catches happily as he catches her chin, eyes actually flashing with something cheerful.]

...grey.

[spysinspades]

How formal, my lady. [A thumb grazes the back of her hand, all charm and amusement.]

[adversed]

...is that not acceptable?

[spysinspades]

Of course it is, my dove. Perfectly you.

[adversed]

[There's a beat. Then another.]

...is perfectly me acceptable?

[spysinspades]

Utterly. [Assurance and smile]

[adversed]

[It's Good. It gets her inching slightly closer, face pressing infinitely carefully against his shoulder.] ...is everyone acceptable?

[spysinspades]

[A stroke to her cheek.]

Indeed. AS long as their themselves.

[Probably. Usually. David was used to accepting the outcasts.]

[adversed]

...then... why do Tegan and Ilya want t' change me?

[She and Isaac were... Wrong, in some way, surely.]

[spysinspades]

I couldn't possibly say.

[Except he would and he will.]

Some people just don't understand.

[adversed]

Understand?

[spysinspades]

That's it's all home already.

[adversed]

...th' whole world?

[spysinspades]

Everywhere our feet can reach.