Don't worry, I'll be back to my villainous ways in no time.
[It's a tease of course.]
Rich people yelling at each other can be amusing. Suppose I'll have to hunt for a film that isn't too close to reality down here. I like a good classical horror film. [Her head rests against his shoulder as she continues to talk.] Maybe Hell has an equivalent of a reality show? 'Real Housewives of Hellburbia' or something like it.
[Bela settles against him easily after his arm slips around her.]
Ugh, I can't stand sitcoms like that. [Not that she watches much television.] Suppose they have to be on brand with the whole torture thing. If I can't find anything decent to watch, we can just exchange stories and eat snacks until we fall asleep.
[With his free hand, he plays with her hair a little, smiling softly as she snuggles against him. Despite her best efforts, she seemed to enjoy the more domestic things.]
Well, I usually team up with other heroes to save the whole city. But I guess I can embellish a little.
[He picks the first thing that comes to mind, an adventure from a few years ago involving the time six of his most tenacious enemies banded together to defeat him, and how he used his wits and skills to take them all down.
After a few minutes, he looks down, fairly certain he's put Bela right to sleep.]
[Gradually, her resistance to acting so domesticated had weakened over time. Apart from that, Peter is warm and comfortable that it make it harder for Bela not to want that closeness.]
Mmm...
[Comes her soft reply as she listens, trying to follow along with his story and not really caring if Peter was embellishing it or not. It was just nice to hear his voice and have him in one piece, even if he still had some healing to do.
He's right about her falling asleep to his words. Not quite a deep sleep but it would take some prodding from him to stir Bela from it.]
[Her breathing was getting deeper, and her head was nestled right in the crook of his arm. She looked so comfortable, it made Peter a bit jealous.
He stopped talking to give her a kiss on the top of her head, affection obvious in his eyes. Peter leans back on the headboard, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.]
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[It's a tease of course.]
Rich people yelling at each other can be amusing. Suppose I'll have to hunt for a film that isn't too close to reality down here. I like a good classical horror film. [Her head rests against his shoulder as she continues to talk.] Maybe Hell has an equivalent of a reality show? 'Real Housewives of Hellburbia' or something like it.
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[Since she's leaning against him now, that gives him an excuse to wrap an arm around her and keep her close.]
I would think that HellTV would show nothing but terrible reality shows. Or horribly unfunny sitcoms with obnoxious laugh tracks.
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Ugh, I can't stand sitcoms like that. [Not that she watches much television.] Suppose they have to be on brand with the whole torture thing. If I can't find anything decent to watch, we can just exchange stories and eat snacks until we fall asleep.
How does that sound?
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Stories? What kind do you want to hear?
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Like how you saved the whole of New York or something.
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Well, I usually team up with other heroes to save the whole city. But I guess I can embellish a little.
[He picks the first thing that comes to mind, an adventure from a few years ago involving the time six of his most tenacious enemies banded together to defeat him, and how he used his wits and skills to take them all down.
After a few minutes, he looks down, fairly certain he's put Bela right to sleep.]
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Mmm...
[Comes her soft reply as she listens, trying to follow along with his story and not really caring if Peter was embellishing it or not. It was just nice to hear his voice and have him in one piece, even if he still had some healing to do.
He's right about her falling asleep to his words. Not quite a deep sleep but it would take some prodding from him to stir Bela from it.]
Wrap Up?
He stopped talking to give her a kiss on the top of her head, affection obvious in his eyes. Peter leans back on the headboard, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.]
Thanks, Bela.