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[ Angela is here, with some paper. She's written down a list of words on it, and is pondering it with a rather annoyed look. She's also grumbling to herself, indignant. ]

I look nothing like a muffin! Who does he think he is?

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[Still glassy-eyed.] Angie?

[ Angela looks up, and her irritation melts away to a concerned smile. ] Hey, you, how are you feeling?

[ Fuss fuss fuss, she feels his forehead and smooths his hair back. ]

[Eep. Close contact. GOOD THING HE DOESN'T REMEMBER MOST OF THEIR LAST CONVERSATION.] I'm... fine. Better. Better than fine. What'cha doing?

You're sure? [ He was in a bad way the last time she saw him, so she's not entirely convinced. ]

Hmm, oh, people at home have started talking strange. I was trying to figure out what they're saying. The maids were gossiping about someone named Sheik. I think he's a new chef, but I'm not sure. [ She looks at her list. ]

And Koren called me a muffin. I have no idea why, I don't look like a muffin.

[Oh lord. He's feeling a little wobbly, so he sits down.] Uh... Muffin means woman. And... [Blushing a bit now] Sheik... sheik means a guy you think's handsome.

[ Angela sits down with him. She doesn't want to crowd, but she'd certainly there in case he needs someone to lean on. ] It does? Why haven't I heard it used like that before?

Oh, I haven't seen him, so I don't know. Apparently this guy makes something really well. Woo something. [ She looks through her list. ] Woo-pee? Doesn't sound all that appetizing to me.

Maybe 'cause our realities are getting stuck together a bit?

[......oh god why. <--This is the face he is making at you, Angela.]

... They are? [ She looks at the list. ] So my people have started talking like the people in your world? No wonder.

I guess a good time girl is a prostitute, right? I gathered that from the context. [ She shakes her head, laying back. ] Hmph. I do not dress like a prostitute.

[Indignant and a little more flushed, though this time it looks like it's from fever.] Who said that?

Who doesn't? [ She stretches her arms above her head. ] I'm used to it by now. I don't get mad, though. If you let people know you're listening, they stop talking. The servants and maids tend to know more about what's going on in the castle than the royalty does. I don't think there would be a rebellion, everyone likes my mother, but I won't cut off that source of information anyway. Screw what my tutors think.

[ She looks over at him. ] You're starting to look feverish again, are you all right?

[Uh. He's sort of bracing himself over you, now, Angela, his hands on either side of your head. He looks a bit worried; his eyes have the same glassy distance they did during their last conversation.] Are you sure? I mean, really sure? Brother didn't even tell me what he was planning... and I want to be with you, I do... but it's a lot to ask.

[ Blink. What. ] I... Brother? What are you...

[ Gulp. He's got another person in his head again. She reaches up to push him back, but recalls the last time she did so and stops at resting her hands on his shoulders. ]

[He rests one of his hands gently on her own, offering a shy little smile.] I know... I'm being silly again.

[ Angela blushes at that smile, which is so not Firo, yet so incredibly cute ON Firo. She still doesn't know what to do, she doesn't want him to go through what he did before. She decides to play along for now, maybe he'll come out of it naturally. ]

It'll be all right. You'll see.

[Or maybe he'll flop onto his side next to her and gather her close, pressing his face against her neck.] I was scared that... but no. It's you. Of course you'd want to come with me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry to ask you for this... but he's my brother. I can't let him do it alone.

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[ And she holds him close, trying not to shiver at the feeling of him nuzzling against her neck. She's trying her best not to sound stiff. ] Don't apologize. I'll do whatever I can for you. Always.

[Ready for another bone-melting kiss, Angela? Too bad if you aren't. Because you're getting one. And this isn't brief or shallow, either--it's got all the intimacy of the relationship Firo currently believes himself to be in.]

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[ The urge to push him away is overwhelming. Kissing Firo while he thinks he's someone else... Angela isn't sure if she feels violated or like she's doing the violating, but regardless it makes her feel sick to her stomach.

But she still doesn't want to hurt him again, the way he curled and clutched his head is fresh in her mind, so she leans into the kiss and makes a few soft, appreciative noises against his mouth. ]

[He's not looking so flushed or so feverish now. He breaks away, briefly, resting his forehead against hers. He runs his hand along her spine, down to the small of her back.] Angie...?

Firo? Are you back? [ She looks up at him, very flushed, and certainly not from a fever. ]

[Actually not pulling away. He doesn't quite look at her, blushing.] I don't... were we...

[ She looks down. ] You... changed again. I'm sorry, I didn't want you to-- Last time, when I told you to stop, you...

[ Now she just doesn't know what to say. ]

[Now he does pull back, giving her a kind of horrified look.] What'd I do.

... You kissed me. Er. Hard.

[Pulling away completely and scooting back a bit.] Did I... last time, did I...?

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