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[Millitimed to the morning of July 19]

Inside Raven's room, all is quiet.

There is a dark coat slung over a chair, which itself is sitting in a haphazard fashion in the middle of the floor. A pair of boots rests by the door, and a scattering of shiny bits and pieces is strewn on the dresser.

On the bed, Raven is sleeping, one hand flung above his head. One of his feet hangs off the side of the bed, bare toes peeking out from under the covers.

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Raven?

Shrieks, and curls into a ball.

"This is manifestly--unfair--I protest--my dignity--"

And then he gives up on coherence and laughs, grabbing her wrist and turning the tables.

Ace laughs, trying to wriggle away from Raven's hands, all the while using her free hand to make him squirm.
"Never give up, never surrander! Ahhhhhh!" She shouts, in between giggles.

And now Raven is on the defensive, desperately trying to keep Ace away from his sides. And his feet. And--

Oh, hell. He's losing.

This is what happens when you play with your little sister. The bird needs to learn some time.

Victoriously Ace perches on his chest, pinning his hands to his sides.
"Surrender." She demands, leaning forward.

Raven eyes her.

"If I do, you take your gift back."

Stubborn bugger, isn't he?

"No, that isn't how it goes. You surrender, and I won't tickle you." Ace explains patiently, but her hands are hovering over his ribs again. Fear, little bird.

Raven sighs.

"All right, then. I cry thee 'Uncle'."

He looks at her balefully.

"You are crushing my ribs."

Is he pouting?

"Ffft. I'll just mix up some more clay, yeah?" But she rolls off him, and sits comfortably out of reach. "And now you're awake too."

Raven looks woeful, now.

"And I have no circulation in my feet, either."

He eyes the constricting blankets, and kicks his feet halfheatedly.

The blankets remain tightly wrapped.

Ace cannot resist a woeful Raven for long.
"Silly bird." She admonishes, and reaches over to start tugging the blankets free.

Raven lets his head thunk back on the floor as Ace untangles him.

"Thank you."

He stands, and piles the blankets messily on the bed.

"So, Ace. What brings you so sneakily to my room?"

He is laughing, a little, as he speaks.

She waves a hand towards the corner.
"I wanted it to be a surprise." She mumbles.

It's tall.

It's pink.

It has sparkles.

It's a rather nice padded perch, all in all.

Oh, the shame.

But it's a present, and Raven loves presents.

Plus, sparkly. Sparkly is close kin to shiny, after all.

He looks conflicted. Pride? Dignity?

Oh, screw it.

"Thank you, Ace. It is certainly . . . pink."

Ace beams.
"See? Now you don't have to sleep up in the rafters anymore." It's possible she might have been worried about this. There's scary things up in the rafters, sometimes.

"My aching bones thank you for that, I think."

He grins, and stretches. His back pops, rather loudly.

"You see?"

She wrinkles her nose at him, and gives him a little shove.
"Ewww." But she's grinning, and dances away before he can retaliate.

"Have a care for my ancient and decrepit bones, Ace."

He laughs.

"Have you eaten, today?"

Is he thinking of cookies and tea?

Of course not.

She shakes her head.
"Nope. Wanted to sneak this up first, in the hopes that you'd find it when you woke up, and I was long gone."

"How did that plan work for you, then?"

His tone is innocent, but he is grinning like a fiend. He mocks because he cares, really.

"Well some very inconsiderate bird didn't stay asleep. I must say I'm rather put out by that." And she pouts. It's only fair after what he did earlier.

Raven is weak.

Weak. Although he does cave rather splendidly.

"I shall endeavor to do better next time, Ace. I promise that."

He wrinkles his nose.

"I am somewhat shamed that I did not wake earlier, in truth."

"What can I say? I'm good." Modesty and Ace? Not on speaking terms.

Raven does not snort.

No.

Perish the thought.

She pouts at him again in retaliation.
"I would be eating breakfast, if someone hadn't woken up and ruined my plans." There's a definite undertone of 'and what do you plan to do about this?' in her voice.

"I shall have to make amends for spoiling your plans then, I suppose."

Raven heaves a sigh of the immensely put-upon.

"I will return."

He leaves.

The silly bird has neither shirt nor shoes. Hopefully Bar does not object.