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Started December 23, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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"I guess." Arsen made a pouty face. "Are you saying that I'm only a little bit nice? Because that's mean, and it hurts my delicate feelings."

"No, you're nice," Alexa responded with a little laugh, "Just a bit unexpected that's all."

"Unexpected?" Arsen made a face at her. "I can't tell if that's a good thing or not. Is it a good thing?"

"It's a good thing," Alexa confirmed still laughing, "Sorry, just you were such an ass in the beginning remember?"

"You mean I'm not an ass now?" Arsen gasped, bolting to his feet. "Oh no! My reputation! My poor, poor reputation! How will I ever be able to look you in the eye and cuss you out again?"

Alexa was laughing as she watched him. She turned to make sure she could still see him, "Oh be quiet. You're still an arse don't get me wrong, but your more of a bearable arse now. So go ahead and cuss me out all you want."

"Well, my name is Arsen, so, I mean, you're right about that part." Arsen sighed dramatically. "How will I ever survive? I can't cuss you out now without you laughing at me. Shame." He shook his head.

"You'll be fine," Alexa kept laughing as she smiled over at him, "I think you're going delirious from lack of sleep. So go on, get some. I'll see if I can find a faster way to contact the rebellion okay?"

"Fine." Arsen shrugged. "You could try, but I doubt anything will happen. The resistance has to keep its secrets, and so they probably set up the date for a reason." He shrugged and went to his room. "Wake me up if the hotel is burning."

"Got it," Alexa responded taking a seat and going into his research. She would have to catch up first before continuing on, but it shouldn't be that hard.

Arsen opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He groaned. While the sleep had helped, and his eyes no longer felt like they were made of sandpaper, he still had a slight headache. "I need a drink," he grumbled. Standing, he opened his door and looked into the living room area. "Any luck?" He asked Alexa.

Alexa was sitting staring at the ceiling when she heard Arsen leave his room. She looked over at him with an almost dead look to her face, "Nope. I found nothing."

"You look like death," Arsen commented. He moved over to the mini-fridge, opening it and pulling out some grape juice. There was no alcohol in the place, but that was okay. For now.

"I don't feel like death, except my brain died a little," Alexa sighed as she watched him. She honestly needed something to drink as well, but she wasn't going to get up and get something.

"Well, I fail to see the difference." Arsen poured himself a glass. "You want some?" He asked.

"Yes please," Alexa responded looked over at him as she adjusted herself in her seat, "How'd ya sleep?"

"Well, I didn't die in my sleep, so I count that as good." Arsen shrugged, pulling out another glass and pouring her some, before putting the jug back in the fridge.

"Yeah, that's good. Can you diviners do that? Die in your sleep I mean?" Alexa was asking from a curiosity standpoint. Not one trying to mock or tease.

"Ya know, I have no idea. I don't think it's been tested yet. Probably, though." Arsen tilted his head. "I wonder if Weavers can die in their sleep, if they can see it coming."

"Huh, I wonder if they can," Alexa responded as she stood up to get the cup of juice. She took a sip, "What makes diviners be able to die in their sleep anyways? Your powers have nothing to do with sleep anyways."

"Nope. Energy. So, I mean, I suppose we could, if someone stabs us. Or maybe if we're poisoned, I guess. But I've seen some pretty old Diviners, so I guess we can stay old."

"So close to immortal? Jesús that's ridiculous," Alexa shook her head a little. She went and sat on the counter, her natural habitat.