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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

It had occurred to Jeff that something odd was going on yesterday, what with radio and everything, but it had appeared to pass over him. Some sort of honesty thing. Actually, Jeff was convinced that meant that Captain Subtext had clomped into town to give the people a good lesson about fearing and respecting your own fibs.

It didn't occur to Jeff that the reason it hadn't affected him at all was that most of what he said was what he thought anyway ('breasts, breasts, breasts, breasts breasts breasts').

He set up shop in the lobby, flopped over onto his desk, and started making little sketches of Captain Subtext. He could only imagine the havoc.

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Turtle came into the hotel today, business as usual except for one thing. There were sandwiches, yes. There was the shouted greeting of, "Jeff!" But the different thing was that she went straight around the front desk rather quickly, throwing protocol to the wind, and started to cling.

"Turt--"

And that's about as far as Jeff got before he had a mouthful of hair and an armful of Turtle. He clung back, not really sure what he'd earned this one for, but more than a little gleeful at it anyway.

"Did you know," Turtle informed him, squeezing a little, "that you're an excellent boyfriend, I love you, and that you've got very nice hair?"

"No," Jeff said, a bit dumbly, because that's sort of what you said, "But likewise!"

He ran that past himself again and said, "...Not that you're a boyfriend. You're not in the least bit mannish. You're very femalish and pleasant."

Turtle smiled a little about that, and then there was a little bit of resting her head on Jeff's shoulder. "And do you think I've got pretty eyes?"

"Best eyes I've ever seen," Jeff said, sagely, "Top quality eyes. You couldn't have more or better if you tried."

And that was, more or less, the answer that Turtle had been hoping for and expecting. Especially the best part. She sighed happily, comfortably shifting from cling to what could be be described as a draping.

"Good," she said. "I brought sandwiches, because you can't have a Wednesday without sandwiches, right?"

"No sandwichless Wednesdays," Jeff readily agreed, and stuck out his tongue to get rid of a hair that'd wound up there. "That would just upset the balance of the universe, and then everything will be off."

Turtle nodded a little, before taking a second to try to swing her hair back out of the way. "Jeff?" Turtle asked, a bit tentatively, because you really couldn't tell which way these things would go with him. "Did you notice anything weird yesterday?"

"I did warn all of you about Captain Subtext," he said, stoically.

Or as stoically as Jeff could ever say anything.

"I think yesterday," Turtle noted dryly, "went a little beyond just subtext, Jeff."

"That's because the Captain turned on his helmet of truth detection," Jeff pointed out, "Suddenly, there was no escaping it!"

"I didn't realize," Turtle noted, "that his helmet could do that."

"It does have that power," Jeff said, "And he turns it on when people have been fibbing badly. You've got to respect a good lie, Turtle, and not tell them often or you start losing body parts."

"Jeff," Turtle said. "I'm a lawyer. I know about working a good lie or a bad one."

"There's still a difference," Jeff declared, nuzzling her hair now that it was no longer in his mouth. "I'm just glad I didn't get caught up somewhere and lapse into a loop of breasts."

Ladies and gentlemen, why Truth Day hadn't affected Jeffrey Murdock overmuch.

Turtle sighed. But there was nuzzling, and so she was definitely nuzzling back. "That would be bad," Turtle agreed. "I mean, it would be like breaking a very well-established trend of avoiding that for a while. And then it would be right back to square one."

"Exactly," Jeff said, nodding a little bit into her hair. "I mean, it takes work to learn how to say things like hello, and how are you, and all of that."

Turtle smiled a little, lifting her hand to brush it a little against Jeff's head. "And you have been doing well at that. I think you're particularly good at 'Hi, Turtle!' But I might be biased."

"I practiced," Jeff told her, "In the mirror. A lot." Yeah. Filters? What filters?

Because she couldn't really think of anything to say to that, Turtle just decided to give Jeff on the cheek, and another squeeze of a hug. Because he deserved it, just for being him.

Jeff clung back to her because he thoroughly enjoyed clinging and Turtle, especially if combined, and grinned. "Best girlfriend ever," he said, because sometimes it just had to be said.

"You're not so bad yourself, you know," Turtle told him with a grin.

"I've never been bad," Jeff told her, "But then I've also never really been a boyfriend before."

"Well, hey," Turtle pointed out, "I've never really been a girlfriend before, either."

"You're absolutely stellar at it," Jeff said, and kissed her cheek to balance things out from last time. "Top marks. I love you."

"Awwwww." How could Turtle not beam at something like that?

"I love you, too, Jeff." And how could she not follow it up with a real kiss this time?

Very good question!

Jeff kissed her back enthusiastically, running his hand over her hair because it was really nice hair and it was there and also it was his girlfriend's. Best girlfriend. Ever.

Since air eventually came to be an issue in matters such as kissing, Turtle eventually had to stop, and, when she did, she still stayed clingingly close as she asked, "Know what I think we should do today when you get off work?"

Jeff was still immeasurably fond of the clinging, and clinging in return, he voiced the one thought in his mind. "No," he said.

Turtle took a moment to debate with herself if she should really risk the productivity of the rest of Jeff's day by continuing, but she always had been about taking risks. And, somehow, her conversation with Sokka yesterday had her thinking that, hey, maybe she really did have the potential to do sexy better than she thought.

"More of this," she finally answered him, going in for another kiss.

"...Okay," he whispered against her lips because seriously, how did anyone say no to that? When he returned the kiss, there was a little grin slipping into it, and his fingers combed through her hair some more.

He was going to be horrible at work today.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She'd write Mary an apology letter later.

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