Break ins!

[mitochondriaaya]

"...and then I said how was I suppose to know the difference right? Denture paste, tooth paste? Who knew one was glue?!" Kyle laughed and held open the door to her floor. They'd just exited the stairwell after Kyle's normal night of taking Darlene out.

Pheh. Normal. That was a depressing thought. "Well...they do put nice, step by step pictures on the side of one of them?" That was a CLUE Mr. Detective.

"Who reads toothpaste tubes? Really, I just passed it to him!"

"...I do? Janna's allergic to Xylitol and a lot of toothpastes have that in as a sweetener." Because it was bacteria neutral or something. Anyway! "So do a lot of chewing gums, so no giving her gum unless you've checked!"

That was...not the come back he was expecting. "What the fuck is Xylitol?" She was making that shit up wasn't she?

"No, honest! It's a fake sweetener! Toothpaste can't use sugar right? That defeats the point of brushing, so they use fake stuff but Janna's allergic. The doctor said it wasn't uncommon!" SHE WAS NOT MAKING IT UP!

"Huh," weird. "What do you use then?"

"Toothpastes that are mainly baking soda based with mint extracts!" The whole family did! It was a solidarity thing!

"Damn allergies huh?" Kyle smiled as they turned down her hall then...froze, hand reaching for the gun he wasn't wearing. Fuck. "Darlene, stay here." The door was kicked in.

"What? You need my key t-" Oh. OH. THAT WAS HER DOOR. WHO WOULD WANT TO KICK HER DOOR IN?!

"I think some of those people Traver pissed off may have stopped by. I'll look around."

Darlene nodded mutely, wide eyed...then lifted her cell to her ear to call Traver the moment her partner went into the apartment. Because...that was her life in there. Her material life. She needed to talk to Traver.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"I was figuring on 'up early I'm going to nap while you finish this game' bit rather than dead drunk." she admitted. "But I see your point. Hmmm...going to need a cab company's number to carry around to poker nights if he starts getting to pushy at the games." Because Darlene would leave if she was uncomfortable when Kyle was drunk.

"I wonder if his leather jacket gets dry cleaned?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'll get you a card with those numbers." Dilan said, "Remind me after we finish eating."

Braig thought about it, "Probably. He seems the type." Braig also got his leather dry-cleaned, but mostly because he was way too lazy to clean it himself.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Alright, remind me to remind you?" She grinned at Dilan, teasing.

Oooh.

"I bet I can get something spilled on him then, and offer to pay to get it cleaned. Think we can get someone into the cleaners to bug his jacket?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Probably." Dilan said, eyes lighting up, "Good idea. Lets try for that, then."

[mitochondriaaya]

"He liked the way he looks in his jacket. He'll have to get it cleaned." Aya chuckled somewhat darkly. "Bet he wears it even in the summer if Breaker says he likes the t-shirt look."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I can do that." Dilan said, grinning, "I can certainly do that."

"Sometimes, dude, you're mean."

"I learned it from you."

"Heh. Yeahhhh."

[mitochondriaaya]

"...you know...we're bad people sometimes." She grinned and captured Dilan's scritching hand in order to pat it. "Sorry to inflict such a burden on you...I'll make it something appropriately awful that gets dumped on him?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan smiled down at her, "Anything'll do."

Braig, having finished eating, pried Aya's shoes off and started rubbing her feet...then said, "You know, considering the noises you make when we do this? Madigan would think it was sex."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Anything may do, yes, but we do have to have it stain at least." And she was vindictive enough to want something nasty!

Blink...blink....melllllt. "...yeah. He would. If he calls back tonight 'Breaker' answers the phone."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sounds good to me." Braig said. Dilan grinned, set the last piece of his pizza aside, and after wiping his hand started in on the back of her neck. Tonight they were going to make Aya relax. Hah.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hnnnnmph." She kind of vaguely missed her foot prop and head prop but she couldn't argue with the current situation. Nope. "You mooooooved." mock-whine!

Followed by a happy sigh as one or both of them found a knot.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup." Dilan said, "I did. Just relax, L-T, let us get the knots out. I can do your back later, if you want, I'm sure you're carrying a lot of tension."

Braig offered, "I'll get all the extra pillows on the bed while Dilan does that, so that you can nest appropriately."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hey!" She cried, amused. "Tension keeps my posture up to snuff!" Gyeeeeeeeeh nice.

"Mmmm'kay."..."You laugh when I nest." Nesting was, honestly, why her bed at home was so damn big.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Only a little bit." Braig protested, swapping feet, "It's cute." he didn't feel the need to defend his statement. It was cute, she was cute, that was just part of life.

"Let me know when I hit a knot."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Feh, cute," snort. HORRID MONICKER OF HER LIFE! "You hate me, curse you, the C-word! Fine. You're adorable." SO THERE!

Also? SQUEAK!

That was probably a knot.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah," Braig said, "I am. But if you call Dilan that he'll cringe."

Dilan homed in on that squeak and rubbed the knot in slow circles.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hnnn? Nah, he's just hot an awesome." Totally. That was...the only evaluation she was capable of since he'd found a knot to work on yep.

Just. Wow. If she could curl around his hand she would? But Braig had her feet!

[sliceitwithwind]

The guys kept it up until she was completely limp, then Dilan asked, "Ready for the backrub, Aya?" while Braig went off to put all the extra pillows on the bed.

[mitochondriaaya]

Limp was achieved rather easily. The best way to help people in a massage? Relax. Don't fight it. "Mmmhmm, yes." Oh, the back was going to be that level of knotted that hurt for a bit though.

She was happy to stretchout on her belly properly but her first words after that were a hiss. "Owwwwwwww....hell."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Deep breath." Dilan said, rubbing the knots gently to coax them out rather than force them out, "Wish I had the massage oil here, but I should be able to get the knots anyway."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Ow is good, don't worry." she wasn't! "Howwww do I not notice this number of knots?" No, really, how?

[sliceitwithwind]

"They grow over time." Dilan said, still rubbing gently. Braig came back out and said, "We don't have massage oil, but we do have cooking oil...would that work?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, I know. Still." And...splutter. No, really, incoherent splutter because KNOTS at the same times as COOKING OIL QUESTION.

Splutter fume!

"Braig!" DORK! "Check the LUSH stuff?" There had to be something better in there?

[sliceitwithwind]

"What?" Braig said, blinking and then heading into the bathroom, "Valid question."

"You can tell which of us does the most massaging versus who gets the most, can't you?" Dilan asked wryly.

[mitochondriaaya]

"It is NOT VALID." Dork dork dork. "I vote when next he gets a back massage you use Crisco and see how he feels about it." Huff.

"'Course, just to prove me wrong he'd like it."