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[ is outside, sitting on one of the decorative rocks, head craned up towards the sky. eyes are closed; looks to be relaxing in the sunlight & the occasional breeze more than being stranded outside his own home.

a look of discomfort still flickers across his face, however, whenever the said breeze brings him a whiff of the lysol mopped onto the door. but he endures, knowing it would only be a few more hours 'til the smell has subsided enough for him to approach. ]

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[ hums & looks towards the door as if waiting for another breeze to confirm (or, preferably, not confirm) the presence of the smell on the door. the slight change of expression -- one of brief discomfort -- answers the silent question.

sighs quietly, even as he shakes his head in almost-amusement. ]

When is the party tonight?

Hmm. Around six o'clock, I believe.

And the time now?

[ slips her free hand into her purse, flipping open the cellphone now in hand. ]

Just about two o'clock. [ tilts head to the side. ] Worried that the smell won't go away by then?

By three, to be specific.

[ pauses in thought. cranes her neck upward, gazing up at the windows on the second story. amused at a thought; decides to voice it. ]

We could always climb through a window.

[ brings up her hand towards his nose, as if fighting the smell of lysol with hers. presses lips to the junction of the thumb & index finger. ]

A last resort.

[ lets her eyes slide half-shut in appreciation, enjoying the feeling. ]

Good thing I'm not wearing a dress today, then.

Not yet.

If we can get inside, yes.

Hmm. I don't believe you are hindered from entering, princess.

Your pain is my pain, handsome.

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