TF-verse, Florida: Jeimu and Jav's house.

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She looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.

"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"

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He's still scowling darkly. "Said if he ever talked to you like that again, or even looked at you the wrong way I'd blow his sorry droid #$%$#% to $%#$*."

"Way ta go," says Vic sarcastically as he gets the door unlocked and wanders inside.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"About time someone stood up for me where he's concerned," she sighs, putting her arms around him. "Still, can't help but feel bad."

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He holds her close, lifting her off her feet as he always does. "Feel bad?"

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"Yeah, I do." She leans her head on his shoulder. "Even though he deserved it."

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He carries her inside and sets the two of them down on the couch. "I mean what I said."

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"I know..." Still, she looks vaguely uneasy about the fact.

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Jav can feel this, and it makes his anger cool into uncertainty. "Did I mess up?"

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"Not sure." She actually laughs. "He needed to be told to stop, but I'm just wondering how this'll affect how I get on with the others, that's all."

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"Oh." He frowns.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"Whatever, they probably wanted me out of their hair anyway."

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"#$%#$%#%# uppity droids." He grumbles, then looks up as Vic sticks a sandwich in their faces.

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"They're not droids," Jeimu says, taking half of the sandwich and stuffing it into her mouth. "They're sentient."

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"Still mechanical." He gets the other half and makes half of it disappear.

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"Doesn't mean they're not people. With the exact same capacity to be annoying as all hell..."