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She rubbed his stomach absentmindedly.
She rubbed his stomach absentmindedly.
They arrived in Moscow.
Nyx, half-asleep and still woozy from her fever, blinked as the plane hit the ground. "Are we here?"
"Yes. Wake up."
She made a soft noise and slid off of the bed, stumbling slightly.
They got off the plane and went to the car.
It was a bright blue Porsche 911 Turbo S. Nyx whistled softly. "Nice."
"Very sleek." He got in the driver's seat
Nyx got in the shotgun seat, curling up and closing her eyes. She'd somehow gotten her hands on an enormous, cosy parka, and the fur-lined hood was flopping over her face, showing only her nose.
He drove to their rental house
Nyx peeked out from underneath the hood. "Oo, nice."
"I know.." He arrived and got out the car
Nyx followed, stumbling slightly in the snow, dragging her suitcase behind her. "Oh, it's cold!"
"It's Russia." He said, putting his jacket on her
"Thanks… I'm not used to the cold…" She followed him inside. "Can we make hot chocolate? Or coffee?"
"Yes." He said, walking inside. Death to Heaven put up their stuff
Nyx followed him into the kitchen.
He made coffee for him and hot cocoa for her.
(Awaken, Nyx's Stand!)
"Thanks," Nyx said, wrapping her hands around the steaming mug and sipping it. "I still don't feel good… could you carry me to the bedroom?"
(It'll show itself there)
"Sure." He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"Thanks." She snuggled under the covers.
There was an odd, thudding noise from the bathroom.
"What is that noise?" Vozzie asked
"Beats me…"
The sound sounded again.
Vozreal went to check the noise out.
He activated Death to Heaven
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