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Who: Tourists and visitors!
Broadcast: not really!
Action: the Tourist
When: November!!!

[ To be honest, the ship is probably the physical manifestation of a hangover from the Halloween party, but whatever! NOVEMBER IS UPON US ]

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[She kisses him again, glad he sounds into the idea too. It's not something she's been thinking about. Just a thing that popped into her mind in the moment. She loves how much she gets to see him but they don't do a lot of date type things. Though the Halloween party counts, right?]

Iskaulit? Unless the Atroma dump us somewhere better.

[ the halloween party totally counts! ]

You're on.

[ he kisses her cheek. he loves going on dates with her, and he always wishes he could have somewhere nice to take her. maybe he needs to put some of his lesser projects on a back burner and make such a place - but that'll have to wait for next time, or a couple times after that. ]

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow's perfect. [Nuzzling.] Who should plan it? I mean beyond what we just planned?

I'll take care of it. [ kissing her forehead, wheels already turning.

okay. what can he do with the iskaulit in one day? picnic in the garden? clear the chairs aside and make a dancefloor in the lecture hall? too obvious? ]

[They both sound great. She'd probably be happy just going to the bar and talking. So really anything.] This is why you're my favorite.

Okay, you'd be my favorite either way. [It's never about the things he does. It's about the good heart the desire to do them comes from.]

But this is how I stay in the lead, gotta keep my edge.

[ he gets equally giddy at being called her favorite. it means so much to him that someone finally loves him best, that he's finally right to be someone's number one. and that that someone happens to be a woman he's absolutely crazy about? what more can he want?

just going to the bar doesn't require any planning, it's too easy for him. he never picks the easy way, she's worth the extra mile. besides, he should probably cut down on the drinking a little bit and if they go to the bar, he'll be tempted. ]

[She laughs as she starts unbuttoning his shirt starting from the top.] You're already lapping people. What more do you want?

Wipe the floor with them. [ a pause. ] Actually no, never got that one, why would you celebrate a victory with chores?

[ there he goes again with the babbling. ]

Good question. Besides, Kurt would pick up dust pretty efficiently, but I don't think he'd enjoy that and then I don't think you would.

[ he laughs ]

I don't think you're any better at the whole seduction thing.

[ your best friend killing him - less than sexy! ]

All I have to do is remind you of that time our breakfast got really cold while we were out back. Tell me I'm wrong.

I can play dirty too. [ she's not even a little wrong, as the pink tint of his cheeks clearly says. ]

Yeah? Give it your best Schott.

[ with half a shrug and a smile, he leans in and kisses her neck. ]

Ahh... [Her arm slides around him.] You've been paying attention. [She definitely favors attention to her neck.]

I always pay attention to you.

[ in between kisses. ]

You always do. [If he was looking at her and not kissing her neck he'd see that smitten look again. Maybe he can hear it in her voice. She has a moment of wanting to say dangerous things. Ask dangerous questions. Make promises this place might not let them keep. It's on the tip of her tongue and only barely holds it back, but back it stays for the moment.]

You win. You're good at seduction. [At the very least he's good at making her fall more deeply in love every day.]

[ it's a real struggle, which of those he hates to miss out on more - the kissing or the look. fortunately, he doesn't know he's making a choice here. ]

I always win, but it's cute that you try.

[ allowing himself a victory lap as he kisses his way back to her lips and shrugs off his shirt.

he'd rather be good at making her fall in love than seduction, if he absolutely has to choose one or the other. ]

My beautiful girlfriend tells me I'm pretty great at follow through too -

[No worries. He won't be choosing between the two anytime soon. They are both working for her which means they're working for him.]

She sounds wise and intelligent. [She says when she manages to stop kissing him for a second. Her hands are greedily taking in all the open, touchable skin on his back.]

She's a genius. She picked me.

[ a rare moment of almost genuine confidence shines through. he knows he's a pretty great boyfriend, and between her, kara, kate, jim, and margaery, he has it constantly drilled into his head that he's a pretty great person. ]

That is pretty genius. Good choice picking her back. [She likes this look on him. It means he requires more eager kissing.]

[ he does love the eager kissing! ]

She had me at the first name-pun.

That soon? I mean, I assume she did that in your very first conversation. [Running fingers through his hair as she speaks between kisses.]

What can I say, she's efficient, and I have good taste.

[ happy humming into the kiss, she's not the only one who enjoys the hair touching. ]

I love you so much. Or she does or however this works. [Kissing even more enthusiastically!]