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Library; Wednesday [ 12/12 ]

Clutching the tea that she's finding herself increasingly dependent on with the decrease in temperature, Adah limped in to open the library, with enough time to get a decent pile of books back into their places before officially getting things started for the day and settling behind the desk. She even bothered to put the books in the proper places today, if only, merely because she can.

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Adah wrinkled her nose a little bit again. Singing with words definitely did make things easier, which left Adah feeling like she should prefer the more difficult way. But she did like reading; going without reading was the hardest part of all. It was fascinating, really, how much a person depended on words in every little detail. A different kind of crippling than her physical inability. A light grin surfaced and she looked toward River for a bit of a confirmation. She did well, though, didn't she? All things considered?

Of course Adah was doing well. River certainly hadn't expected anything else. She bent forward, shifting her position, and brushed the tip of her nose against Adah's shoulder. "Yes," she said, her eyes glittering, perhaps conveying that it wasn't really a necessary question.

Adah was going to shift her head, crane her neck slightly, to nudge her forehead against River's head now closer to her, but the angle didn't work as well in reality as it in her head, so there was a movement, and then she settled back where she had been with a small smirk, as if the sudden slight in confidence had never existed. That's right. Of course she did. It wasn't anyone who could come out of a coma like that and go right back to where she was. Right? Right.

There was the waning confidence trying to sneak up on her again, and Adah hated that. Nose wrinkling a third time, she made an idle demand in her head taht River give her something else to think about. Yes, she had brought it up, but she changed her mind in wanting to talk about it.

"I have a screaming droid baby in my room." It was probably screaming due to the fact that River had left it for Berthold to play with and then tried to make it sleep in the bathroom. "Ethics class. At least it doesn't have a loud mind." Unable to keep her fingers still, River traced the line of Adah's shoulder, placing a light kiss on her ear.

[And I have to flee now, woe]

Lips like lightly tickling fingers, Adah's grin as her shoulder crept up toward where River kissed her ear had a silent, giggling quality to it, before she blinked and shifted slightly to see River better. Her eyes were imploring, a little confused, if it, droid was a word she was not remembering or if it was simply one she was unfamiliar with. Either way, it certainly didn't sound like something very pleasant, possibly something Adah would have simply thrown out the window after about five minutes and wished she was on the fifth floor, like River, so it would have a longer fall.

All and all, though she didn't realize it, it was probably a very, very good thing that Adah was probably biologically unable to ever reproduce.

"Droid. Robot. Artificial intelligence. Programmed." She grinned down at Adah, leaning closer to brush her lips against hers. "You are welcome to throw it out the window for me. If I do Anakin would be upset." And he was one of the people she really didn't want to upset.

Then River frowned a little. "Last spring our children from alternate realities appeared out of nowhere." It was clear from her expression that this had not been a pleasant experience.

A brief second, of Adah's lips responding to River's proximity with a light, similiar brushing, and her eyes dropped away to the side, a plotting expression, before they turned back to River. If River was being honest, Adah couldn't think of anything she'd like better than to see what would happen if they did just that. She could call it an experiment, testing the durability of the hardware, in a safe sort of way to speculate on the differences between the results and the assumed results if it hadn't been a robot.

Well, she could probably think of a few things she'd like better, but that could wait until after the robot baby had been thrown and given a proper autopsy.

The last bit also earned an eyebrow quirk; she had, in essence, understood what River said. She, however, was feeling like perhaps she did not.

"Should return the droid tomorrow, but I can ask to keep it a little longer for the experiment." Yes, River was prepared to put up with the screaming droid for a few days more to watch Adah throw it out the window. "Can assist with the autopsy." Then she tilted her head, looking thoughtfully at Adah. "If not, you are welcome to visit anyway. And yes. Real children. A nightmare. One of them read my mind. The other talked a lot."

Adah was almost completely certain that they really should try that; if anything, if the assignment was finished tomorrow, then they can even rest assured that the experiment wouldn't (or shouldn't, rather) effect River's grade.

And then she thought, simply and planitively, of that article she read, of the disease she had, and the very high and detailed percentage that her potential children will cannibalize themselves.

"Will try and keep it," River promised. "And you can visit during the weekend." Her smile and the glittering in her eyes betrayed that she was clearly looking forward to that. Then she added thoughtfully: "Seems like a waste of effort to give birth to a future infant cannibal victim."

Especially considering that if the gestation period didn't kill her, the actual birthing of a child probably would. Adah gave a nod, a ducking head, assured in her eternal lack of motherhood, which suited her just fine.

It suites River just fine too, especially since the thought of Adah dying sent a stab of pain through her, making her eyes widen just a little. She carefully brushed a hair from Adah's face. "Killing and disassembling a droid is preferable."

Adah, who would probably never have anything but disenchanted view regarding her own death, only let out a soft snort of laugh, but her eyes did close lightly as her head tilted toward the brushing back of her hair.

Adah had lovely hair. And skin, and eyes, and lips. River leaned forward to kiss her, less lightly this time. Generally talk of death didn't disturb her at all, but it was quite recently that Adah had been almost gone and she preferred to avoid that line of thought.

Adah opened herself easily, though slowly, to the kiss, stretching her neck as easily as she could too meet River, to catch her lips halfway there. Blindly, her eyes still closed, with a hand drifting up slightly, undecided if it wanted to settle against the side of the desk for support or if it wanted the find its fingers brushing against the hair falling forward from River.

It was strange how libraries recently had come to be associated with things other than books for River, but then again, this was a different kind of knowledge. A very good kind of knowledge, and one worth exploring. River didn't let go, just let the kissing be the dance it should be, lettng the hand she wasn't using to support herself slip around Adah.

Adah's fingers, as thought tentatively testing it out, eventually did find the end of that drooping tendril of hair and she started to twist it, lightly, between them, matching the pace of her kisses.

Adah examining her hair felt good, and made River chuckle against Adah's lips. She pulled Adah tighter towards her own body, letting her own fingers wandering up Adah's back.

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