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Her cat-like eyes narrowed as she resisted the urge to smack him. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have hesitated--but he poor guy really did look like he was in pain. "Oh, them's fightin' words, rockstar." She purred, fitting her hip against his as he wrapped his arm around her. A frown surfaced at his words, however, concern creeping into her gaze. Rebel was huge..and having all that weight land on your chest when you weren't expecting it? She could see how some damage could be done. Maybe even serious damage. "Think we ought to get it checked out?" She peered up at him, trying to decide if was going to push the issue or or not. Since the ordeal with the Feds was over, it was almost a luxury to be able to access things like healthcare and grocery shopping without having to constantly look over their shoulder. She chuckled at his ranting on Tumbler's wacked-out behavior, turning her cheek more fully towards him as he pressed his lips to it. "Why Tori hasn't killed him yet, I'll never know. I mean, what's the rush? He only has...well, forever to get it done." She rolled her eyes, though a part of her suspected that part of Tumbler's deal was that while he might have all the time in the world, he knew that his family did not. It was a concept he'd been known all along, but Sway thought the actual reality weighed on him more than he liked to let on. Sway had given up helping with anything that involved knocking out walls or stripping floors and carpets, as was the current task. Tumbler would just come along and redo it anyway. Cooking, making sure there was enough booze in the house, and helping Tori with any needed shopping trips had been her forte as of late. As she watched Rebel chase the waves, a slow smile crept to her face as Amir spoke of building there own place come the spring. They would have to...no child would be able to sleep in the chaos that was the Complex, even when renovations were done! "Agreed! Tumbler aside, it'd be nice to be able to walk into a room without having to wonder who you might find naked or worse." She was thinking of Freb and Shania, who seemed to lack all sense of self control. "If he manages to get past Tori, Tumbler's incessant nagging at 3am might actually be a good thing. Might get you used to getting woke up in the middle of the night." She couldn't resist dropping that little hint, her grin deepening as she looked up at his handsome face. ______________________________ I ain't takin' shit off no one Baby that was yesterday I'm an all American rebel Making my big getaway Yeah you know it's time I gotta fly  IMSA Lamborghini Murcielago GTR Spyder | |