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You don't -even- want to know what Tarrant is doing, probably. Whatever it is, it's very involved. He's taken over a patch of carpet off to one side, and has laid down some kind of mat to protect it. He's sprawled on his chest, parts scattered about him, and is intent on either putting something weird and complicated together, or taking it apart. Your entrance causes him to look up and grin up at you with childish delight. "H'lo, m'love."
Corian pauses once she's inside the door enough to see what you're doing, and
blinks. "Having fun, cha'trez?" she inquires, with a curious smile. She comes
the rest of the way into the room, and heads over to the couch, taking up a
spot where she can watch. She does not, it may be noted, ask what you're
doing.
"Yup," Tarrant notes, shifting up from his sprawl to sit tailor fashion, carefully shifting the tool he's using to one side. "How's your day been?"
Corian rests her arm on the arm of the couch, and her chin atop said arm,
peering amiably at you. Yes, peering. With an R. "It was about as I expected.
Nothing too eventful. Yours? Have you been doing that all day?" She gestures
vaguely towards the parts, with a rather amused smile. Yes, she married an
overgrown kid.
This is good, I hesitate to consider how peeing could be amiable. Tarrant looks
rather sheepish, but nods, "Yeah, since I got up. I wanted to see if I could
remake it smaller." Yes, he is an overgrown kid, but at least Corian -knew-
that before she married him. I mean how many guys ask women to marry them in
a treehouse after all? "Not too eventful is good."
Ah, but Corian -liked- the treehouse-proposal! She considers the parts for a long moment, then asks, finally, curiosity finally getting the best of her, "What is it, love? And not too eventful is -very- good, yes."
Tarrant holds up a particular grouping of apparently random parts,
"Transmission supressor, when it's on, nobody can transmit to send or record
within ten to fifteen feet." He looks so terribly pleased with himself. It's
a toy, he knows how the toy works. Yes, it's sad, but being easily pleased is
better than being never pleased.
Tarrant holds up a particular grouping of apparently random parts,
"Transmission supressor, when it's on, nobody can transmit to send or record
within ten to fifteen feet." He looks so terribly pleased with himself. It's
a toy, he knows how the toy works. Yes, it's sad, but being easily pleased is
better than being never pleased.
Corian looks rather pleased as well. "That's very handy," she says, lifting her
head to lean over the arm of the couch a bit, the better to get a look at the
parts. -She- doesn't know how they work, but hey, she can pretend, and she
can still be interested.
"It's based on the same design as my old one, but it was kinda bulky, I'm
trying for something smaller," Tarrant rummages for a different tool,
half-grinning. "It was a way to time-off from all that prep-work a bit
without feeling too much the laze."
"I remember the old one, yes," Corian replies, with a nod and a quick smile. "And, love, you don't have to be busy every moment--though this is fun for you, yes? Like the language studies I have been doing."
"Not busy every moment, no, but I am supposed to be reading all that tripe they
sent me, and this way I don't feel like I'm slacking, and get to have fun
too." Tarrant nods, once again offering you a bemused smile. "How've the
studies been coming?"
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian tips a hand back and forth, before leaning back against the couch. "It
goes. Alvandi is a very... involved language. I never thought that I would be
studying something more difficult than Kashidian, but here we are. It is
absolutely lovely when spoken, though." She looks for a moment as if she's
going to launch into some form of analysis of said language, but then cuts
off her words, looking rather amused with herself.
"As long as you're having fun," Tarrant agrees amiably, looking amused as well
as he settles the various parts in hand aside.
Corian chuckles very quietly. "Well, I do not know that I would go quite that
far, but it is a challenge, to be sure." She gestures to the parts,
inquiring, "Are you stopping for a bit, then?"
Tarrant rummages for a cloth, using it to remove grease and such from his
fingers with a nod. "Yeah, seemed like a thought, seeing as you're here now'n
all."
Corian shifts around on the couch. "I am not really likely to complain at
that," she says, with a rather cheerful smile. After a brief pause, she
inquires, "Have you heard yet when they will be sending us out, anything like
that?"
Tarrant shakes his head as he climbs to his feet. He pads over to join you on
the couch, "There's no real telling. Could be today, could be a month from
roday."
Corian shifts over to curl up with you on the couch. "It will be spontaneous,"
she decides, with a half-amused smile. "Spontenaety is entertaining. I hadn't
heard anything about an assignment," she adds, "But I thought I would ask, to
see if you had."
Tarrant curls up with you as well, stifling a sudden yawn. "Might hear any day
now," he murmurs softly, "Never can know."
Corian catches the yawn, and her brows lift. She shifts around to kiss your cheek, inquiring, "Tired, love? A nap may be in order, if you have been working all day. We had a bit of a late night, after all."
Tarrant offers you a sleepy smile for the kiss, but nods, "Nap might be a good
plan, just been a sleepy day I guess. Sorry."
Corian chuckles very quietly, and shakes her head. "You don't have to
apologize, love. After all, if you are tired, you should rest. Do you feel
like going over to the bed?"
Tarrant shifts off the couch, climbing to his feet by way of answer with a stifled yawn and nodding. "Beds are nice things. Yes, I know, I've gotten spoiled," the last is said with a decided hint of amusement.
Corian considers for a moment, then gets to her feet as well, apparently to follow you to the bed. "Oh, yes," she replies, voice teasing. "Spoiled rotten, most certainly. That's definitely you, love."
Tarrant sheds his shoes, clambering under the covers with a stifled yawn. "I
am," he agrees quietly, his words softle furred by his drawl. "I've the most
wonderful woman that's ever existed as my wife, if that isn't spoiled, I'm
not knowing what is."
Corian all but beams at your words, even as she waves the lights dimmer.
Getting under the covers with you, she cuddles close, sneaking a kiss as she
does so. "Well, I have to be wonderful," she says, "So that I will fit with
you."
Tarrant returns the kiss gently, if sleepily, shaking his head in bemusement,
"Too wonderful for me, like a kid hunting fireflies and catching a star down
from the heavens. But I love m'star." And with that he snuggles in closer to
you, and is out in moments.
And lo, the peanut gallery awwwws. How cuuute. Corian, looking all the more
pleased, closes her eyes, but remains awake for somewhat longer until,
finally, she falls asleep.