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It's very nice hair. [Fortescue chuckles, still smirking, rubbing it lightly between her fingers.] So you're saying that certain blondes have more fun? I could buy that. You seem like a girl who keeps on top of where the fun is.

More fun? Nah. I've had a lot more fun not being blonde. It's overrated.

[ Meg reaches out to toy with Fort's hair in return, shooting her a smirk. Two can play this game! ]

[Fortescue has long, glossy and dark hair. She's always been comfortable with that, less comfortable with her brown eyes. As a teenager, at least. These days, she likes to think they work for her. Make her stick out from a crowd of blue eyes. Not that blue eyes aren't nice.]

I'm glad to hear that. Wore a blonde wig once or twice, and didn't enjoy it. Perhaps we brunettes just know more about fun.

[ Meg is definitely a big fan of the dark hair/dark eye combo - unless your name is Castiel, because he really rocks those baby blues in ways that make Meg go gooey inside. ]

Can't imagine you blonde. You're hot just the way you are. And definitely fun.

It was very... [She tilts her head a little closer to Meg's hand. Almost absently, if you didn't know her.] Bright. And thank you! I try. Of course, around here you have to try a bit harder than usual.

[ Meg inches closer - totally so she can stroke Fort's hair easier... honest. ]

I'm all for making my own fun in this place.

I think we have to, really, unless it starts handing out things other than decks of cards. Board games, for example. At this rate, I doubt we'll ever get a hold of a proper computer or video equipment. Though I suppose one never knows.

[She smiles, wry. Perhaps the Center will smile on her, someday. It seems to like her decently enough already, probably because she wants to stay.]

You can keep any board games you find. Before we moved to the Science Centre, Cas and I pretty much always had a game of Monopoly on the go. There's only so many times a girl can pass 'Go' before she wants to kill someone.

This place could use some videos though. Or music.

That's a lot of playing a game. I don't blame you. It's too bad this place doesn't have a PA system that we can find. We could at least play something through that.

[Fortescue continues to gently comb her fingers through Meg's hair, tucking it behind one ear with a whisper-soft touch.]

On the plus side, it wasn't Twister...

[ Meg shifts even closer, mirroring Fortescue's actions. ]

Maybe we could get you to flash those pretty eyelashes at the machine and ask them nicely to give us new shiny toys?

Alas. It's not done anything before. I think it's immune to my charms.

[She smirks, eyes closing briefly as Meg's fingers brush her ear.]

What, pray tell, is Twister?

Twister is a game designed solely for the purpose of groping each other while claiming it's accidental while trying not to crush each other.

Only, less fun than actual groping.

Sounds problematic. [Who wants to worry about crushing people?] But, sadly, like so many people I could think of. Why don't people just admit what they want, instead of playing silly games? It takes so much less time.

Less time, and less messing about with coloured dots.

Maybe I'll show you how to play one day, if we get bored enough.

Careful, love, I might take you up on that.

[It does sound interesting. Fortescue chuckles.]

But I promise not to crush you, in any case.

Please, there's nothing to you to crush me. You're welcome to try though.

[ Not that she's offering a chance for Fort to fall on top of he--- wait, no, that's exactly what she's offering. ]

[With a tiny smirk, she strokes a finger, feather-light, down Meg's jaw. It's a — debatable — character flaw of hers that she's never been able to easily resist an offer like that. Not from such an alluring face that might need some extra cheering up.]

I suppose you are much more durable than I am.

[ Meg dips her head, seeming to shy away from Fort's touch. Although if anyone knows Meg, they know shyness is not something she suffers from. In fact, the reason she dips her head is so she can catch that finger between her teeth, giving a light, playful tug. ]

Any time you want to find out just how durable I am, Sugar, you just give me a call.

[Fortescue's smirk broadens into a grin, and she taps the end of Meg's nose gently. She'd probably make the gesture with or without wine.]

I'll do that. I wouldn't want to test it so soon after...

[She shrugs inelegantly — things, it says — and then leans forward ever so slightly to kiss the top of Meg's forehead.]

Luckily, we all have these delightful phones.

[ It's welcomed. While Meg is relatively well pieced back together with no tell-tale signs of having been torn to shreds, she does still feel a little delicate, though it's likely more psychological than physical and she hates herself for it. Weakness if not a pretty thing. ]

No excuses that you've lost my number then.

You'll not hear such a travesty from my mouth, I assure you. Worst excuse in the book. Only the least tech-savvy could get away with it. A gentle let-down is far superior, I think.

[She chuckles, winks.]

Not that you have to worry about that.

Gentle? Hm. I do suppose you pretty humans like to protect each other's feelings.

[ Gentle and/or subtle have never been her strong points. ]

When I can.

[Fortescue doesn't like to think about all the people she's inadvertently spurned or left hanging simply because of her line of work.]

But you're much more the blunt type, I can tell.

[Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, and it shows in her smile. Sometimes someone being blunt is refreshing!]

Comes with the territory of being a demon. No soul, you see. Or all soul. Depends how you look at it.

I can be sweet when the urge takes me, though.

[She cants her head to the side, curious.]

How does one's point of view shift so dramatically?

[Isn't it all soul or nothing? Then again, maybe hers is in pieces by now. She really has no idea. It's one of the things that frightens her. Getting her soul back and turning into a lunatic because of all the damage.]

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