There is another trill of that musical language River lapses into oh-so-often, though this one she's said enough to be intelligible to Erik; it's "Wren damn my eyes", said with a blush high on her cheeks as she buries her face in her cloak. "...There is a lot to talk about," she admits. "Like. Do we move in together? Whack on a second house to one of our homes so we can keep our work separate? Just kinda keep technically living apart? Childcare's gonna be..."
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"...Gods, actually. You don't sleep. I may be the first mother in living history to get a good night's sleep." She laughs, because it sounds great. However, the narrator would like to point out that she is, in fact, completely wrong about this and will be bitter about being wrong later, as is the way of the new mother. "...Fucksake there's so much to do and to discuss and to...we gotta take this seriously instead of just putting everything on the idea that affection alone gonna do it, right? I'm affectionate with my apprentices but I still gotta do fuckin' paperwork. And I need coffee. But..."
And here she turns and squirms until she can kiss Erik on the neck and nestle into him, confident that he's gotta be warming up to an acceptable temperature by now from her own excessive body heat. "...I kinda want affection too. I could go for a round of conversation and cooking breakfast while I get laid, if the domesticity won't hit your professional expectations and cause an energy explosion." She tilts her head up, grinning playfully. "You did keep the money, right?"
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"...Gods, actually. You don't sleep. I may be the first mother in living history to get a good night's sleep." She laughs, because it sounds great. However, the narrator would like to point out that she is, in fact, completely wrong about this and will be bitter about being wrong later, as is the way of the new mother. "...Fucksake there's so much to do and to discuss and to...we gotta take this seriously instead of just putting everything on the idea that affection alone gonna do it, right? I'm affectionate with my apprentices but I still gotta do fuckin' paperwork. And I need coffee. But..."
And here she turns and squirms until she can kiss Erik on the neck and nestle into him, confident that he's gotta be warming up to an acceptable temperature by now from her own excessive body heat. "...I kinda want affection too. I could go for a round of conversation and cooking breakfast while I get laid, if the domesticity won't hit your professional expectations and cause an energy explosion." She tilts her head up, grinning playfully. "You did keep the money, right?"