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White. There, rigth in front of you, white tiles, making up this section of the kitchen wall, they were small but gave the room a certain something. You saw yourself in them along with the warm ligth, hanging from the ceiling Argus had just recently replaced the ligth bulb.
You blinked, realizing that you've been staring at the wall for a considerable amount of time. Your eyes went straigth to the two pieces of bread in front of you, buttered up with some cheese on it. Rigth, you've made something for the two of you, her stomach had growled as she nearly fell asleep on your shoulder, you hoped she'd still be there.
You took the pieces with one hand each, moving back towards the soft music, getting louder and louder the closer you got. Argus was still awake, listening as if the new Mozart was playing. "Got something for you.", she pulled you closer by the waist on instinct, nearly making you trip. The side of her head nuzzled into you as she groaned.
"Are you ok Argus?"
"Just a headache, sugar.", she assured with a grunt. "What took you so long?"
"Zoned out on the wall."
"Tch…silly."
"You're silly.", you returned, taking her claws out of your dress to sit down, but they found their way back to you quickly. You were left in an awkward position, trying to balance two pieces of bread and a wife clinging to you. "I won't dissapear.", you assured her, taking a bite. The other bread found its way to the table, sitting next to the loud radio now. You tuned it lower, there was no need for it, esspecially with Argus headache that apparently was really bad considering her grip of steel. "Since when do you have a headache?"
"Just…appeared a minute ago?", she winced.
"Damn.", you take her head to lift it up. "All that stress must be getting to you…"
"I'm not gonna stop working if that's what you're implying."
You grin. "If stopping work for a moment is the first thing that comes to your mind…that says more about you than me.", your fingers make slow circular motions on her temples and she humms.
"Nah, I just know you." She clicked her tongue. "Go slower?"
You did as asked. "Oh, I'm sure you do."
"What's that mean now?"
You chuckle. "I'm just saying…you're home so rarely…"
She looks up at you, her eyes are hodded. "Now don't play this game, I still know you inside and out doesn't matter how much time passes…", her voice relaxed towards the end, a soft groan.
"It's helping?"
"You're magic darlin'."
You giggle. She sighs in contempt.
"Know me…inside?"
She squezzed your side and you squeeled, now it was her turn to giggle.
"I do."
Some time later, when you were both resting under a blanket while the weather broadcast for the week was playing, you`d create lazy circles on her shoulders, barely pressing, but she was still pouring like a kitten. Cute, was she not? You were lulled asleep by the sway of the gentle radio music.