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[twiststheblade]

Miho's room is, indeed, much more personal than the last time Mary Anne saw it. It's still stark and white - white walls, white sheets and comforter on the low futon - but now there's also a deep pile rug (also white, of course), on the blonde floorboards, and an enormous and extremely comfortable (white) leather bean bag sofa with a coffee table in front of it.

A book-case at one end of the bean bag has an eclectic collection of books, graphic novels and movies, and there's a small (digital) sound system next to the television. A few half-finished projects are lying on a neat desk. In other words, she looks like she's moved in, not as if she expects to leave at any moment.

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[song_tra_bong]

She hums, wrapping the comforter around herself and wrapping herself around Miho.

"I hoped you'd say that," she says, kissing Miho lightly.

"Just thought I'd be polite."

[twiststheblade]

"Hmm." Purring contentedly, Miho buries her face in Mary Anne's shoulder.

"I meant it, you know. I do love you."

[song_tra_bong]

"I know."

Another kiss to Miho's hair.

"Love you, too."

[twiststheblade]

Miho makes another happy sound, and settles into Mary Anne's arms.

She's going to sleep well, she can tell.