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43 Unicorn, Monday Morning...ish

When you stumble home from a weekend ~~booty~~ social call in Wales via portal at Godonlyknowswhat o'Clock in the morning (sadly without a stop at your office on the way), you're a little less likely to notice a stranger crashed on your couch than you are when you stumble back downstairs after a few hours of sleep.

And a brief tiptoe around the corner to grab the nearest blunt object.

"If you're somebody I know who suddenly sprouted a penis today, tell me now so we can save us both the concussion and the awkwardness," Bo said, gripping her baseball bat firmly.

Said the woman who saw nothing awkward in wielding a baseball bat while wearing a negligee and a pair of red fuzzy Angry Birds house slippers.

[OOC: for the housemates!]

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"Yes they are!" Kenzi was looking very pleased as Anonykitty lapped up the milk. "Oh hey, so this is Bo."

Yes, Kenzi, they'd clearly met. Have some more coffee.

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"I gathered that," Roland said. "She's a little scary, sometimes."

And there was no way he'd ever do her justice. Sorry, Patience.

"She is Security Chick for a reason," Kenzi said apologetically. "Maybe I should've played that bit up, though." She frowned. "She hasn't touched you or anything, has she?"

If so, Bad Bo!

"No," Roland said. "Why, do you think she wants to?"

Her music basically was sex, okay? Roland was impressed how well he'd maintained his composure, so far.

"Noooooooooo reason," Kenzi said, recovering on the dismount from that part of the conversation. Then thinking. "Well, maybe? I mean, you're not creepy or gross."

...that was pretty much it as far as Bo's standards went. See Exhibit A: Fosse. Even if that *was* Sex Pollen.

Hunh, would being a Bard mean he and Bo would be a safe possibility?

Not likely, no. All his extra oomph went into music.

Well . . . maybe if he was singing or something while they did it.

"Gosh," Roland said, pouring himself a bowl of her cereal. "Thanks."

Holy crap, was this stuff pure sugar?

"Ah!" Kenzi pouted and took back the box, shaking out more for herself. "You could ask her, 'cause, you know, I am not my roommate's pimp."

Okay, so sometimes she was. Or at least her procurer. Shhhhh. Besides, Bo's tastes were catholic, in the sense that she welcomed anyone who wanted to worship at her altar.

(Yes, it was pure sugar, and didn't that explain even more about Kenzi?)

"I could," Roland said. "I usually work my way up to that." Mrs. Ruth was right. Roland was most definitely a wienie. "She, uh. Seems like she'd take some working up to." He tried another bite of the cereal. It didn't get any better. "She's like the walking embodiment of a smoky jazz number."

Kenzi blinked at him, then looked over at her roommate, and grinned. "She really is. Aside from the slippers." Which were awesome, don't let the haters get you down, Bo! "But it's not like you'd need a Sherpa or something to climb her. Then again, maybe that would help?... or maybe just the outfit?"

Have some burnt coffee with that concentrated glucose, Roland! Kenzi poured a little for him in a paper cup. See? Manners!

Hey, at least it wasn't herbal tea. "She's into sherpas?"

Okay, how would you say 'she's into sentient people' without making it sound something anyone would get to judge?

"Sure!" And also... "Also, guys."

"Ah," Roland said. "I at least qualify in that category."

"Also, girls," Kenzi said without missing a beat. "So, you know, you're still qualified, even if the island messes with you. Tell her about the Bard thing. That might help."

And if not, it would still be fun to watch. Or listen to. Whichever!

. . . So that's what that harmony was. "Switch hitting is good," he said, in almost a rush to assure Kenzi he was Totally Fine With That. He was slightly less awkward about it than he would have been Before Evan, at least. "Not so sure on the bard thing, though. She didn't seem too pleased with the whole 'light and dark side of the force' thing." She'd practically twitched when he mentioned it, even.

"Ohhhh, I should've remembered you mentioned that. Yeah, those jerkwads put her in a Thunderdome scenario and didn't even buy her a drink." Kenzi made a face. "After kidnapping her from a bar. Who does that? If you're not mafia, I mean." She shook her head and poured out more coffee, then poured a little into Zenkie's bowl. "She picked humans, at the end of it. Instead of Light or Dark. Which is really awesome considering the rep most succubuses... succubi? Whatevers. The rep they have."

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". . . The rep of what now?"

"You don't have a thing against succubi or succubus or whatever now, do you? 'Cause Bo doesn't kill people. Or make them crazy. Just, you know." Slurrrrp of cereal. Rather illustratively. "Sucks up a little life force in a fair trade for mind-blowing and wall-shattering sex. Well. I've seen and heard the wall-shattering, I can't really comment on the mind-blowing, I'm in a relationship..."

Roland decided against pointing out that he literally didn't know what a succubus was. Though apparently it had to do with weird vampire sex or something.

And, great, now he was thinking about weird vampire sex. Which at least was a better memory than the one of the witch who ate children.

"So long as her father isn't going to decide to kill me for shits and giggles in the morning, I guess that's okay. You said she's grey, right? Not Dark."

"Definitely not Dark," Kenzi agreed, throwing a Honey Bomb of Delight to Gothika Cat. "She save my life, so, yeah!" That kind of cemented the BFFness the first day they met right there. "And her family's... well, not here, so, and I kinda doubt they'd care much."

Somewhere, Saskia was hoping Kenzi could get Bo some action, so, yeah.

"She grew up with humans, not Fae or whatever they are. So she's kind of a, I dunno, vegan sex life-force nookie-powered amazon?"

Grew up in the grey, pissed at both Light and Dark -- and apparently mind-blowing in bed. No wonder her song had so many pieces to it. "Huh."

He went to grab Patience, then looked from the cat to the guitar case and back. "That's is not a bed," he told Zenkie, while he took a moment to tune up.

He couldn't begin to do just Bo justice on an inexpensive accoustic like Patience, but he could try to get the rhythm of her and Kenzi together, at least. Something playful, with strong undercurrents, not quite like anything he'd encountered before.

And, hey, he did promise Kenzi at least a song or two in return for the couch.

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