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[blastiafreak]

Let's get one thing straight: I'm forgetting these curses ever happened, got it? You all should do the same!

[What Rita has failed to notice--but what's pretty obvious to anyone who looks thanks to the green tank top she's wearing--are two or three small fading bruises on the sides of her neck. The genius mage still has some hickeys as a souvenir.]

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[blastiafreak]

Good. There was nothing else to it. We weren't ourselves.

[Rita doesn't even want to think any further than complete denial, so she keeps her messages curt.

After another short while:]

Heal the scratches. Or keep them covered.

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[stargathering]

That's right.

[ He can't believe she said that. He blushes anew, remembering how the marks looked when he washed himself. She's one of the few people in months to see his bare chest, but she doesn't need to know that. ]

You don't need to tell me. I'd keep myself covered with or without your orders.

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[blastiafreak]

Yeah.

[The flush on her face hasn't gone away since this conversation started--or even since she realized he left marks for people to see.]

I just wanted to make that clear.

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[stargathering]

I got it. [ He can't believe he left marks on her. He can't believe himself. At least they're gone, though. ] Take care, Rita. Remember that none of that happened.

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[blastiafreak]

[Rita can't believe this whole thing. She almost finds herself wondering if he left any bite marks on her, too--Did Estelle see those?!]

I'm already forgetting. [Total lie.] Just make sure you do, too.

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[stargathering]

[ He doesn't think he left any bite marks. He can't look now, though. ]

I have already, too. Good night.

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[blastiafreak]

[And Rita's sure not about to ask him to check.]

Right. Later.

[She feels like she should say something else. Or maybe she should just stop. She can't decide, and it's frustrating.]