6 Unicorn Street; Thank Goodness it's Tuesday! Morning, 12/21.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had woken up and got dressed and prepared with a heavy reluctance to face yet another Friday, but it didn't take her long at all to realize that this morning was, finally different.

Mostly due to the fact that Dwight was still there sleeping on her couch.

Really, now, that's the day they managed to get out of the loop with finally, huh? It couldn't have just been the one where they'd both gotten shot?

But he had oh so handwavily because the last few days have been straight up dumpster fires still showed up yesterday, despite finally being filled in by Miguel about what had been happening, and at that point, Amaya, too, had realized that maybe just being honest about everything was the best route (and, hey, it had only taken her four days!). And even though there was a good chance that there'd be some progress in the whole thing when the infiltration team hit up that island, maybe it would be better if they both just stayed put, they could maybe get some planning and work done in the shop and then she could make some tea and he could come hang out with the lobsters.

There'd been quite a bit of awkwardness--even arguing!-- about it, at first, mostly on account of the whole getting shot that one time part of it, but at least just spending time in the apartment was better than just shoving Dwight in the closet again--not that it had apparently done much good! At least until they were sure the infiltration had succeeded, and, if not, well, then, they'd just reset yet again, and she'd make sure to text him immediately after waking up again to not even bother!

And, of course, was there a part of her who knew that there was a good chance the excursion would be successful? Maybe. But she wasn't going to think about that.

She was, instead, mostly going to try to see if she could slip pass the sleeping lout on her couch to get to the kitchen and make her coffee, as quiet and stealthy as could be (which, to be fair, were not usually her strong suits), and then hopefully slip down to the shop before he woke up and get starting on some work that might actually stick now that things were clearly back to normal (time-wise, anyway! There was nothing normal about this situation!) to help avoid at least that particular bit of awkwardness.

[[ for the oh-so-shamelessly modded and handwaved houseguest, please! ]]

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[alwaysonguard]

"Ah, must have slipped my mind" Dwight said rubbing the back of his head. "But yeah, figured I would give teaching a go, see how it went. See the kids and I survived it alright," he added with a chuckle. "Going to teach a PE/Health Class. Got Gladio teaming with me so I at least won't be going at this totally solo."

[special_rabbit]

"I'm doing Weaponry with Diaz again," Amaya offered with a faintly fond smile, "so looks like we've both doubled up. Can't say I've had much of a chance to get to know Gladio very well, though."

Which was a shame, really, considering his arms. And his Arms.

[alwaysonguard]

"Good. I think after recent events *ahem* we can all agree the island needs to be better prepared... For everything from mistletoe to shooty people in a time loop" Dwight said matter-of-factly. "Someone has to make sure we can protect ourselves. And I the two of you obviously make a good team when it comes to that."

[special_rabbit]

"Eh," said Amaya, with a broad grin and a wave of her hand as she leaned back in her chair, "you're just saying that because it's true. But Diaz and me, we go way back, and she's got a weapon collection that almost makes the weapons wall downstairs look sparse!"

[alwaysonguard]

"And when things work, why fix them, right?" Dwight said with a slight wink. "Sometimes people just click together and work better than they could have expected."

Did Dwight give Amaya a quick side glance before filling his cup with more coffee? Maybe. What if he did?

[special_rabbit]

You know what? Amaya was just going to blame that one on the fact that Dwight had just slept on her couch, and she was pretty sure that thing still probably had traces of fur clinging to it from that one time Seivarden was a cat. It was very logical that perhaps he was a bit allergic, or that a little bit might have just irritated that eye a little bit.

Forget those goggles; perhaps she should just get him an appointment with an eye doctor for Christmas.

"Maybe not fix 'em," she said, a little wary now regarding things like context and suggestion that were clearly not there, why would they be, "but there's always room for improvement. For example," she lifted her mug, "you improving my coffee by topping me off while you've got it, if you don't mind."

[alwaysonguard]

"Coming right up" Dwight said with a grin as he topped her off and then raised his mug to hers. "Here's to the ending of the year and to a better one ahead."

The year wasn't completely over yet, but it was winding down. And Dwight had a lot to think about. There was a lot to be thankful for a lot to look forward to for the year ahead. And sitting there in Amaya's kitchen he knew there were quite a few things he was very thankful for....