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[molotov]

Who: molotov and samson
What: Talking :(
When: The morning after all of this.
Where: Brock's cabin
Rating: Probably like PG-13 at most.

She said she'd find him.

When Brock hadn't come home, and he wasn't still on the kitchen floor, Molotov figured he must have gone out to his cabin. So that was where she went. It was late morning -- she'd wanted to give him time to wake up.

With a small knock, she opened the door, peering around the edge before the door was even fully opened.

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[samson]

Brock laughed but let her push him, first grabbing the ash tray off the table so he could smoke while she slept on him without risking like, setting her hair on fire. Because that is neither seductive nor romantic.

Lighting a cigarette, he put a hand behind his head and laid back.

[molotov]

When he laid back, Molotov just settled down on top of him, draping her arm across his body and her head on his chest. She was very tired, she would probably nap for at least an hour.

[samson]

That was fine! That was just fine with him, though obviously he was going to be effectively trapped under her, then. So he'd probably fall asleep too.

Which was also a thing that was fine.