<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Stick with ya? Hmmm, I dunno."</span> She smiled against his lips. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Doesn't sound too bad." </span>She brushed her fingers lightly through his thick hair and ran her free hand down to rest against his cheek. He needed a shave, but she didn't mind too much. It kinda suited him. Besides, shaving probably wasn't at the top of his priorities. Lots of things were going on in his life, it seemed, even though those things didn't involved getting mauled by mutated bears.<br/><br/>The sun had climbed higher in the sky, but the close proximity of the sea and the light breeze made the heat more bearable. Dimitri and Alannah were the only ones in the park not sitting in the merciful shadow of the trees, so they and the odd sea bird had the stairs to themselves. A flock of sparrows were picking at an ice cream, flying away with pieces of the cone and leaving the ice cream to melt and run down the tiles in little white and pink streams.<br/><br/>Alannah nudged his nose with her own and gently brushed her lips over his again. There were still many things she wanted to ask him, but they could wait a little. For now, she was just happy to breathe in the odd mix of brine, coffee, and something that vaguely reminded her of barns. If it hadn't been him, it would have been unpleasant, but for some reason it just seemed to fit him so well. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Dimitri,"</span> she mumbled. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Does ya watah-god pa really live on a fahm?"</span></div>