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Kawaguchi Umeko was having fun with her toy.

The couple had walked home, Brennan's arm around the slumped, sullen shoulders of his partner, in relative quiet after the excited atmosphere that had dominated the majority of their date night. The discovery of the corpse had been a turning point of their night, and Umeko had borne her failure to capture her target as a personal affront. Only the delivery of pizza to replace their lost sashimi had even come close to putting a smile on the otaku's face. 

That and, obviously, the survival of her boxes of plamo. She had cracked open one, a Perfect Grade (something that Brennan believed he had more experience with than Umeko ever would) and had been fiddling with it contentedly for the last hour after changing her clothes and settling down at the small coffee table in front of their television.

Brennan was watching her from the balcony, deep, dark blue eyes inscrutable as they gazed inside the apartment at her. Unlike Umeko, he hadn't changed out of his battle-stained clothes. Only his vest had been removed, and the top few buttons of his shirt, stained with blood and water, tattered by automotive collisions and pressurized water, had been undone to reveal the scrapes and scratches dotting his torso and neck. It was an August night, warm with a slight breeze; the weather was more calming on his minor injuries than any bandage would have been, and the wind slipped through the gaps in his shirt and collar gently. It was playing with his hair, too.

It was soothing. 

As soothing as the current motion of his fingers. He had taken the cheque his prey had given him and folded it in half horizontally, balancing a heavy coin in the middle so that he could mimic the coin's rolling motion with the slip of paper less awkwardly. It wasn't working the way he wanted it to, given paper's tendency to rub along the fingers. But it would've looked cool if he'd managed it. 

He was mainly just enjoying the nighttime. And watching Umeko.

[color=4169e1]"You're looking broody."[/color]

The Japanese native's eyes barely moved from the table in front of her. The model table, if you asked her. Not usually taken up in its entirety, but with the size of this kit... All was in use. The lighting kit was set aside, right now was assembly. Clip, trim, sand, buff. Clip, trim, sand, buff. It was relaxing, after the night she'd had. The pizza was, too. And how Brennan watched. But quiet wasn't the over-the-top-Irishman's way, so being [i]this[/i] quiet was unusual. So, after a while, she commented. In the pause after it, she finished sanding one more point and looked all the way up, out at the balcony.

[color=4169e1]"An odd sort of broody."[/color] She continued, cocking her head slightly. [color=4169e1]"What's up?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"M'not broodin'. M'the one in a good fookin' mood 'n' not bustin' meself up over some fookin' nobody mook,"[/color] Brennan teased, grinning impishly and crossing his arms across his chest. [color=0072bc]"I just wanna watch ya work for a bit, das all." [/color]

Brennan took one long look at the lights of Academy City, still burning bright even after midnight, promising a wealth of new discoveries and adventures if only he hit the streets again. It was tempting to lean backwards over the railing and land on those streets below, not to return until after dawn.

Instead he pushed his body forward, off the railing, and walked inside to sit across the table from his partner, looking down at the table - and the shorts she was wearing underneath it - as she built.

[color=0072bc]"So explain to me what da fook I'm lookin' at here."[/color]

[color=4169e1]"Exia. 1/60th scale. The lighting kit there will make it light up when I'm done."[/color] Umeko, oblivious or at least not paying attention to any alternate reasons for the view, tapped the pieces in front of her lightly with the flat of her blade. Whether the comment about the night's earlier events even registered was unclear, after he'd asked about her work. [color=4169e1]"This bit here is the start of the torso. It'll be about this big when I'm done."

"Not sure where I'll put it yet..."[/color]

He watched her go on like this for what felt like hours, clipping and sanding and creating her little robot from parts. Brennan couldn't be sure when either of them fell asleep.

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At some point, he must have crawled to the couch to have something to rest on. Around the same time, Umeko must have crawled over to come and rest on top of him. 

Brennan had slept in the same ruined clothes, while Umeko in [s]his[/s] her t-shirt and a pair of shorts looked like she had derived all her comfort from leeching his in her sleep. He pushed one of the otaku's toned legs off of his waist and rolled onto the floor with a dull [i]thud[/i], landing upon his elbows and pushing himself up. When Brennan woke up, he woke up all at once, unlike his more catatonic partner. He looked down on her for a second, smiling faintly, before walking to the apartment's bathroom for a long-overdue shower.