[fourth wall]

[wipesfaith]

[Jean is out and about doing who the fuck cares what. It's fourth wall...what were you expecting, actual plot and character development? Just come bother him.]

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[wipesfaith]

[He sucks in his breath through his teeth, cringing at the throbbing pain of his wings crushed beneath him.] Shit...

[When he moves to sit up, her weight stops him, and-- Oh. Uh. Hey. That...sure is a girl on top of him. He at least manages to prop himself up on his elbows, to alleviate the pressure on his wings.]

Do you mind? [As in get up so he can get up too. If his face is red, she's just imagining it.]

[skirtcladgunner]

Right! Sorry. [She quickly moves off of him, cheeks flushed.] But it's not my fault I was trapped in the closet like that to begin with, you know.

[wipesfaith]

Didn't think it was. [He's gingerly picking himself up from the floor.] When I showed up here, I was stuffed under some guy's bed and he assaulted me with a pillow. So don't worry about it, okay?

[skirtcladgunner]

I'm not worrying about it that much! [Sounding a little snippy. She's quick to calm down, fortunately.] Ugh. I shouldn't be taking things out on you. Sounds like you've been here a hell of a lot longer than I have, though. Where are we?