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*Has a leisurely morning enjoying her coffee and even taking time to actually make herself breakfast. She spent the rest of the morning in her office located in her private quarters. She still hasn't heard one word regarding the mess Doctor Black is in and becomes increasingly concerned. No news is good news, but she was hoping things would have been taken care of by now. She decides to give it a little more time due to the unusual circumstances having to deal with vampires and all.

She gets the dogs together and heads out back to the lamborghini she drove over last night. After getting the dogs in the car, she gets into the vehicle and drives over to Upper GGG to continue with the last of the remodel.

Thinking about it, she had also better do some shopping. It would be better just to have a separate wardrobe over there anyway so she doesn't have to constantly pack a ton of suitcases if she stays there for any length of time. stressed *

{{I've only got one home so I don't think I would have any use for a separate wardrobe confused }}

Seems that way sweatdrop Perhaps it is for the best. I can only imagine what her reaction would have been sweatdrop

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-the two of them sit and talk a bit more on the subject of his and Icys past with Liv, pausing when their food arrives. Glad for the distraction, he eats silently, having not thought of that painful loss in years. Eating and mulling over all that he's told her, dame looks up at him, opening her mouth to ask him another question but cuts herself off, seeing his slight unease. Not wanting to pester him or cause anymore discomfort, she backs off and continues eating, every now and then giving his hand or thigh a slight squeeze. After dinner, he can still hear the rain and starts feeling the effects of it and his meal, feeling like he'd just taken a huge sleeping pill. Looking at dame, he tells her that Icy, Liv and Lo can wait until tomorrow. Before she can protest, she sees the sleep evident in his eyes and shakes her head, snorting softly. Sliding out, he grasps her hand and they walk into the kitchen, scanning at the entrance and walking down to her quarters. Inside, he locks the door behind them and makes a straightaway for dames room and bed, stripping along the way. Giggling, she follows suit and they both crawl under the sheets, intertwining their limbs and holding each other.

Waking up he stretches, still feeling as if he'd been hit with a gigantic sleeping pill. That could only mean one thing, it was still raining. Groaning, he covers his mouth and yawns, turning to look at dame. Seeing she was still asleep, he slid out of bed quietly and headed for the bathroom. A while later, he comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist and heads for the laundry room. Finding some clean things left from before his last hunt, he dresses and makes a mental note to go by his office later on. Coming back into the bedroom, he sees dame laying awake in bed, watching him with a smile. Smiling back, he walks over to the bed and leans over, kissing her forehead then her lips. Before he could step away, she grabs him and pulls him down, wrapping herself around him. The two tussled, laughed and played for a few, dame surrendering when he tickled her to almost wetting herself. Jumping up, she ran into the bathroom to start her own morning ritual as he picked up his belongings from the night before, going back into the laundry to set the washer.

By the time he'd done that, made the bed and straightened up, dame was out of the bathroom and heading into her closet to get dressed for the day. Just as he was about to settle in for the show, he remembered that it was raining and his bike was at the office, uncovered and unprotected. Facepalming, he jumps up and rambles off to dame about having to head into town to take care of some things. Giving her a quick kiss on the jaw, he grabs his keys and heads out the door, scanning at the back entrance and racing to his car before he got totally soaked. Turning the ignition, he started his car, turned the windshield wipers on, fixed the air so his windows wouldn't fog and pulled out of the parking lot-

((I'm suffering from a horrible after lunch headache anyway gonk ))

*She sends a text message to Officer Dougherty so he doesn't worry about her: