Hold Your Last Breath and Stare
No answer, so Aloy dropped her bag by the door and dumped her jacket on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Moving further into their apartment, she heard a voice from their bedroom, but it wasn’t Avad’s.
Aloy snorted quietly. He’d been binge watching documentaries lately. But if it was the one on metalworking and forges, then he’d be in trouble because they were supposed to watch that one together. The door was closed, but she threw it open as she spoke.
“Hey, Avad, if that is what I think it is-” Aloy stopped short as Avad flinched, throwing his hand over the screen of the computer. All she could see was a decent amount of skin between his splayed fingers. “It definitely is not. What are you watching?”
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