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Item(s): One (1) sofa, identical to the one ruined during The Deadpool Incident. (This is what Hips is now calling that in her head. There might even be a trademark symbol at the end of that.) Additional: Two (2) new end tables, two (2) new lamps, floor and table type, one (1) large-screen hi-def television, one (1) surround sound system.

The living room is now movie central.

Item(s): Ten (10) cookbooks, suitable for beginners. In fact, most of them had titles like 'So You're Cooking On Your Own In College!' and the like. She will learn to cook even if it kills her.

Items(s): New clothes (lots) to replace those lost to Bhima and his cloth gobbling ways. For both her AND Ramon. Five full-to-overflowing shopping bags and two garment bags.

In fact...

Once all the other items are in the living room (god bless PINpoints), Hips sneaks into Dez's old room and lays the garment bags across the bed. She unzips the first one to reveal Ramon's new suits. Two perfect and new and shiny suits, perfectly tailored and embroidered for him. She tried to pick embroidery as close as possible to the original, even snipping a golden thread off his last remaining suit to use for a color comparison. (The tailor had stared when she showed him pictures of what she wanted. She ended up telling him they were for a fancy dress party. Yes, all four. Look, I'm paying you, aren't I? Just do it.)

They're all in his dark blue that he loves so much, made out of a light-but-high-quality summerweight fabric. Then she pulls up one of the shopping bags and empties it, pouring out several cravat style ties and, heh, the knee-high stockings he preferred. Those had been the hardest to find. She'd ended up going to a dance supply store for those, and purchased the smallest they had. (And had spent a good deal of time inspecting the toe shoes out of morbid curiosity. Good GOD ballerinas were masochistic.)

Now. How to get the suits in the closet without spoiling the surprise...?

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A black, spindle-legged little critter skitters her way into the room Hippolyta is examining the new clothes in and immediately clambers her way up onto the bed.

Beady, red eyes examine the outfits closely, then are turned towards the blonde woman. Araña 'rrrraktch'ed in curiousity. ::O?

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Scritchings happen!

"Hey, Araña. Wanna go distract Ramon for me while I get these suits in the closet?"

Probably wouldn't work, but it'd be amusing.

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There is another confirming 'rrrraklch!' from Araña and she bobs a few times as well. She has been given her mission! BB| She will go now and fufill it.

Back out the door the Spyder goes (once she is certain that there is no more scritching to be had), intent on finding and distracting her owner.

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Hips zips the garment bags back up and listens for the sounds of a sputtering castellan who has a Spyder leg in his ear.

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There are many ways a Spyder can distract someone. She could crawl up pantlegs, get on top of one's head and throw her legs in your face, stick legs into ears and nostrils and mouths, clamp onto someone's face, skitter under a shirt and crawl around, jump onto someone's reading material, maybe even bite if the situation becomes desperate enough.

This time, the little petpet opts on going the route of indeed poking legs into ears, though. If that isn't enough, than it is time crawling down the back of one's shirt. She was asked to distract and that's what she's gonna do!

So, yup, Hips should be hearing those yelps of surprise anytime now.

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Ah, but where will the yelps of surprise be coming from? The guest room or their room? HMMMM. She wants to put the clothes in their room, but she'll settle for whichever room he's not in.

Hee. Oh, man.

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"Ack! ACK! ARAÑA! STOPPIT!"

That would be in the direction of the living room, sir. And the sounds of his sputtering cause Bhima to come bounding out from the guestroom and down the hall, 'BEE BEE BEE'ing in delight at the prospect of joining this mayhem.

All the distraction Hips could ask for, in other words.

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Hee!

She dashes into their room and hangs up all four suits quickly, tucks all the ties and stockings into his drawer in her wardrobe. Ramon must have wandered out to inspect the new furniture upon her sneaking into Dez's room.

Once that's done, she dashes into the living room to rescue Ramon.

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Ramon doesn't need rescuing now so much as Araña does. The scene Hips will find will be Bhima holding the Spyder above his head and the Atma hopping up and down on the sofa. This is quite something to see since each hop launches the demon about four feet in the air. The Spyder is wearing a perfect physical manifestation of " D:: ".

Ramon himself is ordering Bhima to calm down. RIGHT. NOW.

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"Surprise!" She hugs him from behind and giggles.

"I also found you some ties and those knee highs you wear. You have NO idea how hard it was to find those, mi amor. You're hard to shop for. Hee."

A little kiss is dropped on the top of his head and she reaches out to one of the suits.

"Try it on? Make sure it fits? I had to give them estimates, so it might be a bit too big."

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Instead of doing as she suggests, however, he turns around in her embrace and, placing one hand on the back of her neck, pulls her down so he can plant a firm kiss on her lips.

Saying that he's grateful and excited to have his usual outfits back, while it seems trivial, would be an understatment.

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Mmmm!

That kiss is returned with enthusiasm.

The soft music coming from her computer is totally opposite to the mood, but that's typical for her music selections. She's learned to tune them out, really.

She leans into him, now, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him closely. She knew he'd like that, and she feels SO silly for having to point it out to him in such an obvious way. If it had been her, she woulda spotted 'em right off the bat. From now on, less subtlety, more obviousness. Not everybody's trained to observe stuff, after all.

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Ramon, while still focused on the kissing, is also aware of how Bhima is wandering out in the living room. So they couldn't get too drawn into this bit of intimacy just yet. Not with Atma and Spyders and Hands and bone golems amok.

"Thank you, Hippolyta. It..." Pause for more kissing. "...Means a lot to me."

He's vaguely aware of the music as well, but not much. What is this? Showtunes? Heh, yeah, not exactly what he'd consider mood music. But oh well.

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"I know it does," kiss kiss, "mi amor. I know. I'd always fretted about that, ever since we went to your castle. I shoulda done it sooner. Love you."

She's vaguely aware of their... roomies wandering about, but then again, they always were. So it's not like this was any different from any other time in Mayfair. Nuttiness on the half-shell, served twenty-four seven.

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He's thinking about that as well now. And wondering if he should just kick the door shut for a moment of privacy or two from the rest of the menagerie.

Which he does. Heheheh. Just a few minutes is all. Just a few.

Nuding her towards the bed is taking place now. And more kissing.

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Yay!

She willingly moves toward the bed and pulls him down with her, kissing him the whole way.

Her music obliges them by ending the current goofy show-tune...

And moving on to yet another goofy show-tune. Heh. Oops. Ah well, she tunes it out as per usual. Besides, it's SONDHEIM. Everybody loves Sondheim.

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Ramon's still tuning out the music as well. There's much more nice things to be focusing on.

But then...

...There's something...about this song...that-...

The kissing stops. His entire body goes rigid and still. And his eyes open and stare blankly down at her. No, not at her; through her.

"...Hippolyta. Turn it off..."

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Fuckers.

FUCKERS.

"Oh, my darling. Oh, god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I'll delete it off my computer immediately. "

She doesn't let him go, though. Instead, she starts quietly singing, to try and get that now-horrible tune out of his head. It's the only song that she can think of. And, stupidly enough, it's the song Rimmer always used to sing (badly) to her, when they were first together.

"I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me..."

So silly. But it might help...

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As she sings, he relaxes even more into her arms, sighing wearily, eyes no longer squeezing shut, but still staying closed.

Slowly, his arms and posture aren't held as taunt and he's all but hanging off of her as her tune helps to dissolve the one that had barged its way into his mind and burrowed into his brain.

"...M'sorry. Th-That was...foolish of me. Overreacted, so sorry..."

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"S'okay, love. S'okay. Coming at you out of the blue like that? I'm not surprised you freaked. It's okay."

She starts rocking gently, trying to soothe and keep him from panicking further. Oh, darling... Then that song of hers starts up again, the only words she can remember now. Just almost wordlessly repeating them.

But not humming. Definitely not humming.

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"Sorry, feel-...Just feel stupid now, shouldn't have...panicked like that..."

His words are halting and quiet, like he's gradually losing his train of thought as he continues to listen to her singing.

"Shouldn't...have-......"

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That singing stops again as he talks. "You don't have to apologize, love. It's okay. Honestly, it is. Hey. Hey. Look at me?"

She frees an arm from around him and then tilts his chin up gently so she can meet his eyes.

"I love you."

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He finally opens his eyes when she tilts his head upward, and he just looks tired and embarassed now.

"...I just-...I feel foolish, Hi-Hippolyta. To overreact like that..." He looks over at the ashtray on the floor, the cigarette butts and ash all over the computer. "I...should learn to keep my reactions to these sort of things...less dramatic..."

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"Well, yeah," she agrees gently. "But, c'mon, you're talking to the gal who threw a toy at a wall in a temper fit a few weeks ago. It happens, love. We'll keep trying."

She studies him closely and lovingly, trying to show him that she's not upset at HIM. At the doctor, whoever he was, oh, yeah. Pure hate. But Ramon? Not at all.

"We'll clean that up later. Right now I just want you to relax with me for a few. Djehuty taught me some meditation techniques a while ago. Maybe we could do that together, silly as it sounds?"

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"...Eh, I...guess so? If you think it'd help. I just, uhm, feel sort of bad that I had to go and ruin a nice moment like that with m-my outburst." He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously, looking down again.

"...I didn't damage your computer, did I?"