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Arcana strangely she would curl up on the couch next to him, drawing her feet up underneath her, her head gently leaned against his shoulder. As he speaks, the smile that curls her lips is almost cruel. "Oh dear...I think you misundertand, Tennant. The man that Catch might find is not my Father. Just my mother's...lover. Perhaps husband now, who knows. And whatever fate Catch could bring him he would deserve time and again. Death, and pain, and death again." Fingers flutter over her own throat as she recalls what he had done to her. Recalls why she fears going home again, for he knows where to find her now. A sip of the wine, as she leans against him. "And you too have a past, that follows you?"
[Tennant] “Oh, my mistake. That is quite a family you have,” another drink as he muses over the idea. He had quite a family himself, though, not nearly as violent by the looks of things. There is no recoil or movement to stop her, the bottle is passed from hand to table, the glass from one hand to the other. And the fingers of the hand, of the shoulder she leans upon run gently, idly through her loosened locks. “I am sure there is still a poster around here somewhere,” he feigns as if he’ll get up and find her one, but arrests the movement as not to disturb her. Catch had about a dozen, at least, stashed away in his room and surely his sister, Genny, had kept some if not already taken it upon herself to have them reposted.