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Placeholder! Suffice to say that MA has brought Kit in from the bar. They're standing in the entryway like they just came in through the front door. Technically, they did. The house has some rooms up on the second story, but mostly the house goes out rather than up. The rooms are bright and airy.

"Well, here we are. Home sweet home.'

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He snorts.

"Sounds like my sort of thing," he says as he pours a glass. He raises an eyebrow. "And she left you here? With a walking nightmare who tends to cause grievous bodily harm just 'cause he can?" Ruin looks around. "And where the hell did she go?"

"Maybe she thought we'd play nice. And she scampered to get food."

"I don't play nice," Ruin says. "Not even with her."

"My mistake."

"Or hers."

Marlowe raises his eybrow.

Slightly.

He downs his glass of juice, putting it in the sink when he's done, and then leans against the counter.

"You fucking her?"

Mild curiosity.

"No."

Ruin was using present tense, after all, and once does not present tense make.

Ruin laughs.

"I doubt that. I don't think anyone meets Legs and doesn't tumble her at least once."

"Once does not present tense make."

He's a poet. And a post-grad from Cambridge. Playing at sematics is what he does.

"Thanks for the clarification," he drawls. "'Cause I was worried about that."

Ruin eyes him.

"Why did she bring you here? It certainly couldn't be time for her to tag out and me to tag in. No offense, but you really aren't my usual type."

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