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[velocette]

[As usual, he's smoking. And it's not unusual that he's staring at the smoke like he's been hypnotized, but he's smiling more than he has in the years he's been on board.]

You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.

I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.

I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?

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[rhapsody_in]

[There are all sorts of remarkable people. She can see the aptitude earlier than most can, even the person in question, and Piper's remarkability is a very rare sort.]

I don't meet men like you every ten millennia.

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[velocette]

I've never been flattered before. What a curious feeling it is.

[Smiling, and maybe his ears are just a little red, and this time when he pulls her to him he rests his forehead on her shoulder.]

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[rhapsody_in]

See? It's new.

[She laughs a little and nudges him back, intending to straddle his lap once he's situated on the desk. How can she resist kissing his ear?]

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[velocette]

[He smiles against her skin and pushes her shirt up a tiny bit, to scratch his nails gently against her lower back]

I'm enjoying how new this all feels.

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[rhapsody_in]

[His light scratching makes her smile and she arches her back, sighing quietly.]

I'm enjoying you.