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[yielded]

... Mhmm.

[ See, even if he can't hold a job, he can still make an accurate guess re: her knickers on the first try!

Well, maybe that's not the victory she would like it to be. Pyrrha rubs at his back soothingly. ]

Can I assume that the job hunt hasn't been going that well?

[ He doesn't look happy, and Pyrrha ends up looking a bit disconsolate for him. ]

[continuer]

You... can assume that. Heh.

[ Slowly, he turns to his side, wanting to face her completely as they speak. His smile is weary, but genuine. ]

I haven't given up, though. It just... might take some time!

[ LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE IN HIS LIFE BASICALLY ]

[yielded]

[ Pyrrha also manuevers so she's laying on her side, facing him. ]

Why don't you take tomorrow off? I'm not working. We can spend the day together. Everyone needs a break.

[ She's not! Discouraging him! She just... missed him this week, that's all. ]

[continuer]

[ He missed her, too, and... well, Pyrrha-time is a priority! In the end, her suggestion barely needed any qualifiers, because he's happy to take that break. ]

Hm, you know what? I think you're right. I worked too hard getting fired all week, I deserve this, too! Let's have a spa day tomorrow.

[yielded]

A spa day?

[ Propping her face up on her hand, she can't help but look slightly surprised. It wasn't the suggestion she expected from him. If Pyrrha had to bet, she would have put her money on train all day or do pushups with her on his back or gym, tan, laundry - every day. ]

Well, that could be fun. We could get a couple's massage, have a nice lunch... get an oxygen infusion pedicure...

[ She giggles, because that last one isn't a real thing. ]

[continuer]

[ He laughs at that last bit as well, until his face suddenly sobers up and-- ]

Pyrrha - I said spar day.

[ Nah, he's just fuckin' around. ]

[yielded]

[ He gets a motherfucking

PILLOW

TO THE FACE ]