You couldn't see it, but the way her hand came to rest on your back felt like a smile. "Madeleine," she said. "I -"

"I hope," said an unfamiliar voice, "that I'm not interrupting anything~"

There was a loud crunch and smack as Titanomachia made a one-legged startled leap for the window, and wound up smearing herself across the floor for a second time today.

"Oh, gorgeous," said a woman, stepping out into the room with the force of a breach-and-clear. Smiled like she was putting a grenade in every corner. She was wearing hands - gleaming, artificial hands, android hands, golden hands, mechanical hands, clasped together in an interlocking weave. Hands clasped her breasts, hands wrapped her waist, hands opened on her back like cherub's wings. She bent down, a shiver running through her many hands, looking down at Titanomachia down on the floor. "Titties. Sweet thing. Did that hurt?"

"Whatcha doing here Fingers?" said Titanomachia, resting her head on her arm in Absolute Casual. "Let yourself in?"

"Darling, you know as well as I do that your door was probably unlocked," said Fingers. "So careless of you! After all these years, too. I was in the neighbourhood and saw that you had gone active again, so I just had to drop by and say hello."

"Hello!" said Machia, leaning up to try and grab her kitchen drawer. "Not throwing any matches today. Thanks."

"Titties!" said Fingers, scandalized. "I would [i]never[/i]! An old friend like you? After how you left things between us last time? I believe you have already made your feelings on the matter quite clear!"

"Uhuh!" said Titanomachia, opening the drawer and grabbing a fork. She brandished it experimentally at Fingers, who looked down at her nonplussed. Titanomachia shrugged, put the fork back in, and tried again with a butter knife.

"Dar[i]ling[/i]," said Fingers flatly.

"I think there's a gun in here somewhere," she said, giving a menacing flourish with an egg beater. "Don't mind me. Go ahead, say your piece."