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Demon Marcus, Thursday

Ada was bored.

No, wait, that wasn't accurate. She'd been home for a few days to drop things off and do some repairs to her trailer, since it had been sitting idle and empty for two years. She'd had plenty of things to do, and she had more than enough little tasks to do here at work to keep her hands busy. There was inventory, and the store could use a good deep-cleaning, and invoice sheets to organize.

Ada was lonely. It had been so nice to be in the middle of the hustle and noise of the carnival, and her family had clearly missed her, but... they weren't as openly affectionate as her friends were. Well, that wasn't fair. They were. They laughed and messed up her hair and told her how much they'd missed her. It was just removed slightly, because they all knew they were going to lose her, just like Marti. And maybe if they held a little bit of their hearts back this time, it wouldn't hurt as bad.

But it had been loud and boisterous and everything Miller, and Fandom was so deadly silent by comparison. It was enough to make a carnie positively twitchy.

Demon Marcus was open, and the mermaid had the music turned up and her dancing shoes on, while she ran around counting inventory. It was better than letting her brain get all spun up over nothing.

[OCD freeeee]

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The next time Ada came around the front counter where the register was, there was a Hyacinthe waiting, holding up a ruby scarf against his skin, and a box of pastries sitting next to him.

"What say you, rinkeni?" he asked. "Does the color suit me?"

"Dunno, might be a bit somber," she retorted, a smile breaking across her face. "Depends on th' occasion, I think, but if'n th' occasion is 'let's have treats,' it might work out just fine."

"The occasion is that you're back and I missed you," Hyacinthe said, setting down the scarf and turning to face her properly. He gave her a big smile, nothing even flirty about it, just glad to see her again. "How does it stand to that?"

Ada laughed and reached over the counter to turn down the stereo. "I was only gone four days!" she protested, before walking over to give him a hug. "Weren't you too busy with classes t' miss me?"

"Perhaps now that you've graduated, you've forgotten how intellectually rigorous these classes are not," Hyacinthe told her, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a squeeze. "I could attend class, disappoint Master Skywalker, and miss you with plenty of time to spare."

"I dunno, you coulda been making new friends!" she replied, giggling. "--an' sometimes I think breathing disappoints Skywalker."

"Maybe next time I take you with, then. So you can disappoint th' Jedi in a different way by playin' hooky."

"I did make a new friend," Hyacinthe said with a wink. "'Twas how I managed to disappoint Master Skywalker."

He'd been the last person to come in during the race and yet had still worn an expression similar to the cat that had gotten all of the cream.

"I would like that," he said. "Your carnival is still the closest I've seen to a Tsingano kumpania in this world. I'd like to see it for myself. Though I've no doubt I would be watched quite carefully by your uncles."

He paused for a moment, then asked casually, "And how would you like to perhaps see Terre D'Ange some time? Mayhaps this summer as well?"

Of course he did, and Ada was so proud of him.

"Uncles, aunties, cousins...though th' cousins might be watching you for other reasons," she agreed cheerfully. "--wait, Terre D'Ange? Really? You'd want me t' visit even though you'd have t' translate most everything?"

"Truly," Hyacinthe said. "You could test your language skills by seeing how accurately I translate for you." He gave her a merry grin, his dark eyes shining. "Besides, I'd like you to see my city. Meet Emile and the boys. Phedre. My mother. The important people to me."

"You know, that means you need to tell me more stories," she pointed out, still grinning. "So that I know who's who."

"Have I ever told you of how I met Phedre?" Hyacinthe asked. "All beribboned and curlicued like a wedding cake for a spoiled merchant's daughter?"

"No," she replied, hopping up to sit on the counter and gesturing for him to join her. "Did y' steal her ribbons?"

"Not a'tall," he said, joining her with the lazy, liquid grace he did everything. "I met her when she was already in trouble, you see. She'd picked up an almond pastry with no way to pay for it and the old woman who was selling it demanded she pay. Of course, girl hadn't a single coin on her and as if that weren't bad enough, the old woman looked into her eyes and started screeching about devil's spawn and to 'Mark this child!' Phedre took off running and crashed into a stand of peaches."

Ada blinked in surprise. "Did she fumble th' lift, or was she too little t' realize things cost money?" she asked, because with the real-tiny bb!carnie cousins, either one was an option.

"Too cared for," was the answer because Phedre had definitely been old enough to realize that money was important by then. "She was seven." He gave Ada a smile that said, I know, she's ridiculous, but I love her anyway. "Used to reaching out and getting things, I suppose."

"Seven." Ada was clearly doing her best not to laugh. "An' instead of runnin' back th' way she came, she ran into a peach cart."

Sorry, Hya, but your friend was totally ridiculous.

"She was disoriented!" Hyacinthe tried to protest, but laughing freely anyway. "Night's Doorstep is confusing for those who enter the first time! Fortunately, I was there to lead her to safety. And teach her how to lift a pastry properly."

He was a hero!

"Always th' hero to a girl in distress. Or in a dress," Ada teased, utterly unrepentant. "Does that mean I'll get a personal tour, so I don't go tumbling in t' any peach carts?"

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"Well, for one thing, I expect you'll be much better about not getting caught stealing anything," Hyacinthe told her. "But of course! I'd squire you all about Night's Doorstep. You'd never settle for aught less, rinkeni."

Beat.

"...Though any tumbling you wished to do otherwise..." he said, giving her a suggestive wink.

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"Tumbling into a peach cart just sounds painful, but 'm sure there's more comfortable options you can show me," Ada replied cheerily. "Repeatedly, even, t' show me how th' experience changes at different parts of th' day."

Setting her loose in Night's Doorstep is a terrible plan, Hyacinthe. You have only yourself to blame.

Hyacinthe was pretty sure this was his best idea ever.

"The way your brain works is a constant delight to me," he informed her with a grin, before trying to steal a kiss.

Ada just laughed and reached out for the collar of his shirt, to tug him in closer and kiss him fiercely.

She'd been gone four whole days, he'd just invited her to come visit a whole new world, and they'd been good for at least twenty ~~pings~~ minutes. A rather thorough kissing was required.

Who was he to argue against such a thorough kiss? If Ada thought the moment required one, he could only most enthusiastically agree!

And if his hands gently cradling her waist and his eyes full of warm fondness and his deep and fervent kiss said that he missed her far more than his words ever could, well, that was true, was it not?

That's what kissing was for, wasn't it? To sometimes say things you didn't have words for, or want to say out loud?

Or just for fun, Ada liked that reason too.

But she'd missed him, too, and her kiss said as much.

Definitely for fun and he was willing to let it be 'just for fun' for as long as Ada needed, even unto forever.

He slid down from the counter and turned around, stepping between her legs and grabbing her hips, sliding her a little closer to kiss her again.

Oh, Ada approved. Her answering kiss was sweet and hungry all at once, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him as close as possible.

When the kiss finally broke, she was slightly breathless, even for a girl who didn't really need to breathe air. "Pretty sure 'm not s'poosed t' have m' way with you on the counter while th' store's open," she chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his neck for a moment. "Ain't no one been in here all day but you. Let me close up quick, an' we can enjoy those treats you brought?"

Spoiler alert, Hyacinthe: You're the treat.

"Do be quick, rinkeni," Hya said in a dark whisper. "'Tis been too long since I've had a taste of such sweetness and I find myself utterly famished."

Did he intend to sit her right back up on that counter as soon as the door was locked and have her eat a pastry while he devoured something else?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

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