April 8 - Upstairs, in Milliways

[2020sight]

[The morning after this.]


It's a good thing Bar gave them a key to a room with a large bed.

('Cause Epimetheus is tall. You people have sick minds.)

The sun is already up and shining on the husband and wife by the time Epimetheus sighs, stretches one arm up behind his head and opens his eyes.

". . . Whoo."

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[howling_laugh]

Coyote eyes him suspiciously. Naked."To whom, exactly? I have had some help, but I owe favors to enough people at the current time."

[2020sight]

He shrugs.
Nakedly.
"Well, I mean. You're my ex-wife, and it's not like I'm gonna be paying you alimony."

Beat.

"Plus that was really fantastic sex. So. If you need a hand . . ."

[howling_laugh]

"...we did not sign a prenuptial for spiritual assistance in exchange for sexual favors, but I see no down side for me. Perhaps I will take you up on that."

She considers their surroundings. And the fact that they are both naked.

"So. Now what?"

[2020sight]

Thoughtful pause.

"Breakfast?"

Although this plan may be complicated by the fact that he's not sure where his pants are.

[howling_laugh]

"In bed? We did not use all of that syrup..."

Coyote climbs out of bed to fish around on the floor for her clothes. Naked.

"It might go equally as well on fruit or waffles." His clothes should be right outside anyway.

[2020sight]

"Mmm, syrup."

He bounces to his feet, grabs her hands, and gives her a quick spin around the room. Naked.

"Come have some waffles, Coyote!"

[howling_laugh]

She squawks in surprise, barely half dressed. "You are almost as weird as your brother."

Coyote shoves him back on the bed and pauses for a moment to admire the view before shaking herself out of it.

"Right. Breakfast." The door slams behind her.

[2020sight]

"Thank you!" he yells after her.



Right. Pants.

[howling_laugh]

The door opens a crack, and his pants come sailing through the air.

It shuts again.

[2020sight]

They hit him in the face.
OoooOOOOH.
Muffled: "Gee, thanks."

And he can't even be misogynistic at her any more!

Darn spirits.