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"Oh, wow."

She is the shiniest, most awesome person ever!

Steph has wandered into the kitchen in search of fruit, but a shiny rainbowy person is even better.

"Okay, you are totally cool," Steph informs her gleefully.

"Thanks!"

She beams. Inty's GOOD at beaming.

"I'm Intuition," she explains cheerfully. "It's very nice to meet you, Steph."

...She's not so good at remembering who has actually told her their name and who hasn't.

Steph gives her a slightly odd look. "... Intuition? Is that a description or a name?"

She doesn't sound any less enthusiastic, though. Because OMG SHINY.

"Both."

Beaming again.

"I'm a little bit abstract."

"That's cool," Steph says, and means it. She comes over to investigate the pineapple possibilities, grinning. "So I don't need to introduce myself, then. Awesome to meet you!"

"You're not upset that I know your name already!"

In this house, that's a serious rarity. Cue (c'mon, like you didn't know) beaming.

"The pineapples are fresh," she explains with offhanded authority. "I'm not sure exactly when they were brought in, but they're very delightful."

Many things are very delightful to Inty these days. She's like a little bundle of rainbow-tinted cheer.

"Well, it's not like it's my fault, is it?" Steph says, grinning at her happily. "Batman wouldn't even yell at me for that. Are they -- is anyone allowed to eat them? I was on a world before where we haven't had fresh fruit for, like, a year. I want to soak in it."

"Yes, we're allowed." Inty grins. "Here, have some of mine." And a slice of pineapple is held out to Steph.

"The person who owns this house is very fond of fresh fruit. You're going to be eating a lot of it."

Steph's smile gets THIS BIG.

"That," she informs Inty, through a mouthful of pineapple, "is the best news I have heard in a million years."

Swallow, chew. Grinning again!

"Oh, man, I am so glad to be here. So -- what's your world like, where are you from? Is everyone awesome and abstract and rainbowy?"

"Nope."

Beam!

"I'm the only abstract-and-rainbowy one there. Everyone else is concrete. But there are plenty of awesome people!"

Inty is starting to like the word awesome. She thinks she should start using it more often.

"Awesome people are awesome," Steph says with a grin, and somewhere on another plane of existence longcat twitches in its sleep. At least she doesn't go on to add protip: awesome word is awesome!

"What are the people like here? I don't know anyone really yet, except Shay, he's kind of adorable, isn't he? And I met Clark and Lucy, but I don't really know them. And now you."

Steph's method of assimilating herself into a new world: assume everyone is her BFF!

"You should meet Gabriel!"

Is that a blush in amidst the beaming? Why yes. Yes it is.

"He is awesome."

"Oooh, is he your boyfriend?" Steph grins, although this time it's a little less blindingly bright.

Steph's boyfriend is back in Eden.

not that she really likes him that much anyway.

"Yes!" Beam.

The beam deflates a little, and she adds, "I'm sorry yours isn't here." Even if she doesn't really like him that much.

Steph blinks at her.

"Are you reading my mind?"

She tries very hard not to think of Sokka. (Not that thinking of boyfriends would bring Sokka to her mind anyway, because he isn't. And that's okay, you know. It's not like she likes him or anything. He's just really fun to hang around and waste time with and she's going to miss him something rotten. Maybe this worldhopping thing isn't so fun. Even though there's fruit here.)

... with predictable results.

"No."

She looks slightly sad.

"I just know things."

Dammit, why does everyone have to have that reaction?

"Oh. I didn't say it was a bad thing," Steph tries to reassure. "It's not ... like you mean it, or anything."

"...Sorry."

Intuition shrugs.

"I can't help it."

Steph puts an arm around the rainbowy girl's shoulders and pats her. "I still think you're awesome," she informs her.

Steph doesn't have much concept of personal space.

That's okay; neither does Inty!

She beams and cuddles Steph, good cheer restored.

"I think you're awesome, too," she confides happily.

(Just not as awesome as Gabriel, but then, is anyone?)

In the kitchen? No, Inty can't possibly be in the kitchen; that's where Gabe was just talking to Lucy! But eating of pineapples is certainly permitted in the living room, where he finds her. Just so long as the couch doesn't get sticky, one would imagine.

"Found her," he announces unnecessarily, with a dramatic flourish.

...Hmm, a pineapple. He should have gotten some food whilst he was in the kitchen.

"You did!" Inty is delighted. And proud. And hugging you, Gabriel. Oh, and when that's done? Offering you some pineapple.

"Let's go see our new room," she says, brightly. Because exploring is fun. And Gabriel is fun. Therefore, exploring with Gabriel is lots of fun. Possibly even fun squared.

Hugs are enthusiastically returned! Ahaha, Inty, you smell like sticky-sweet pineapple juice. Quite delicious. --Aaaaand he's slamming the brakes on that train of thought before it runs anywhere unsavoury, good Lord. Um.

Seems that today, Gabriel is getting plenty of practice in the art of snacking as a displacement activity.

Still, there is grinning, and nodding. "Know where it is?"

"That way!"

She beams at him, happy to be useful, and stands on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek before leading him away, holding his hand with whichever of hers is pineapple-free.

It's not a large house. Anne's room is easy to find.

For one thing, you need only follow the slow, sonorous tick of her antique grandfather clock, once you hit the right hallway. When Anne demands functionality of a thing, said thing becomes reluctant in the extreme to give said functionality up. This clock survived the Apocalypse and could probably make it through ten more without getting even slightly out of time. It's magnificent, beautiful, well-designed and well-polished. And it is also very likely the only one of its kind left in this world.

Gabriel sort of forgets to walk for a couple seconds there after Inty kisses him. His arm is only so long, though, and so he is forced to either find his feet or fall over in Inty's wake.

As they walk: "Ah... Lucy said there was a..."

What would probably have been the world's worst pick-up line is fortunately interrupted by said ticking, so he is free to silently take her hands and pull her into the room, grinning. Hey, lookit the pretty timepiece! It is snazzy and workingful! ~~Just what he needs after a conversation with Shay, actually.~~

Awwww.

Inty beams. Simply feeling the reflection of Gabriel's delight at the clock is wonderful. Add that to her delight at his cuteness, and it's like she is a scintillating diamond of sheer happy.

Is he still cute when he's bright pink? (Yes, he caught that bit.)

...Oh, please, wonderful as the clock's precise perfection is, can it really hope to contend against shining smiling Inty? For the record, he hasn't let go of her hands. Quite the contrary: they're being held up gently like he's some kind of period-drama suitor and she his Victorian lady.

Indubitably he is; Gabriel is always cute. She giggles softly and hugs him, projecting love through their unique connection.

O HAY, says Gabriel's brain. Just add fireworks and guess what this is reminding you of!

This second time round, it takes all of two seconds of inner dispute before he kisses the top of her head, arms tight around her (it can't be wrong if they've done it before? --and they're awake now so it doesn't have to stop, and if he does it exactly the same they might be able to recapture it, and did they close the door?)

No they did not.

Alas that he is not telekinetic.

Beaming with that pure thousand-watt joy she's known for, Inty turns around and kisses him back before stepping away just long enough to get the door closed.

And then it's back to Gabriel, because Gabriel is sweet and kind and adorable and, incidentally, awesome (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/12046.html?thread=1066254#t1066254) at kissing.

And with practice he can only get better!

It's tricky, kissing and smiling at the same time, but the narration is sure that doing a lot of it will give you the knack sooner or later.

...With the door closed, this is almost clandestine. Golly.

Inty seems to manage the trick with relative ease.

Oh, and she loves him.

You know, in case there was any doubt about that.

(There wasn't.)

(Still.)

Gabriel sees her love and raises her slightly dazed adoration!

...Dazed because, kissing, yo. Is nice. ~~And they haven't even moved on to tongues yet.~~

No they have not.

--They could fix that.

Unfortunately, Virginia Gray was a great believer in the policy of prevention-by-outlawing-the-very-subject. If there are interesting things to be done with tongues, Gabriel was never made aware of them!

Fortunately, the boy is not without an imagination.

Is it possible to do tongues shyly? Answer: yes.

Is it possible to beam so hard you nearly explode and still do tongues (shyly, because the concept of these two having a sharply distinct emotional state just doesn't work anymore)?

Take a guess. Go on.

Strange. Gabriel would always have assumed that various internal organs doing simultaneous backflips would have had some negative effect on your health. But apparently not!

So long as his lungs don't sieze up entirely, he could get used to this!

...He takes an embarrassed moment to keep his hands from wandering.

Oh hey, potentially wandering hands!

Inty's all good with those, honestly.

(It's nice to have the kind of relationship where you know these things without having to ask, or even think of the question in the first place.)

But wandering hands are going a bit far, aren't they? They're all... physical and stuff?

(It is! He'd bet they're the only people in the world -- in ANY world -- who have that. It's one of the many things he loves about her. One of the many, many things.)

(It's one of the many things she loves about him, too - this exchange, like no other anywhere; this ability of his to see her the same way she sees him. Like equals. Inty doesn't often get equals.)

And hey, if his hands aren't going to go wandering anywhere, hers might just have to wrap around his waist. Cuddling's totally not going a bit far, after all.

Gabriel squeaks a little. Curséd lungs, why do you fail him in his hour of need?

He moves forwards slightly (never mind that they're practically touching already), pulling her closer, quite decidedly NOT breaking the kiss. That's in the category of things he is NOT doing ~~possibly EVER~~.

Moving forwards is good, oh yes it is.

So is hugging him.

And not breaking the kiss - because, yes, List Of Things That Are Not Happening Anytime Soon.

It's so nice when two people's wishes accord so closely, is it not?

It is very nice indeed!

(...Getting nice enough to be Not Allowed. Ah. He tries to ignore it, but once the thought's there ~~sounding suspiciously like his mother~~ it refuses to be smoothed over. Gabriel wonders if it would be too much to ask for his brain to shut up for ten minutes at a time.)

D'aww.

Inty has a good way to shut up his brain!

It apppears to involve cuddles.

Cuddles have a high success rate!

(If mum could see you now, you would get such a hiding.)

...Dammit.

Self-awareness is not welcome here, kthanks.

The oral onslaught ~~if it quite deserves to be called that~~ is lessened somewhat -- sorry, Inty -- in favour of the chaster, more socially acceptable chewing of one's own lip. Plus a blush that envelops not only his cheeks but what feels like his entire body from the waist up. Nothing kills a mood quite like a mental mother looking over your shoulder and making horrified faces.

Whoops.

She hugs him tight and rests her head against his chest (golly, he's tall), and sends - love. Endless love, the Inty way: absolute, unconditional and without hesitation, bound up in a veritable fountain of bright-shining glee. Gabriel makes her happy. Even when he's overshadowed by his mother's foolishness. (Because how can anyone disapprove of what they share? It's pure and wholesome and good; it brings nothing but joy.)