[ He grins a little at Dick, pleased at how much he seems to be getting in to the idea of their dinner-date. His own clothes get dumped with less of a kindness, his thoughts firmly on getting in and out of the shower.
Nix takes the spot next to Dick without thinking about it, soaping up with a hum of song under his breath. ] You better. Cake too. I'll put the ice-cream into my will.
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Nix takes the spot next to Dick without thinking about it, soaping up with a hum of song under his breath. ] You better. Cake too. I'll put the ice-cream into my will.