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Curnen's bawdy song followed them for a way, but faded from their hearing well before they reached Coby's room. The sign on the door said Tall & Short and after using his key, Coby stood to one side so Corbie could enter first. "Barbie Dream House pink, circa, I don't know, 1990-something." The room was, as he'd hinted, floor to ceiling pink, with only small amounts of cream or gold to keep it from being completely monochrome.

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Coby laughed, and then, "I shouldn't laugh. I could have been Moonbeam or Sweetgrass or something. Hippie parents." Nothing but fondness in his tone. He'd lucked out having parents like Beth and Lin, and he knew it.

"Something about what name, Felix? I don't know, you'd remember him if you ever met. Flame red hair, tattoos, the whole thing."

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Already giggling at the idea of anybody named Moonbeam, Corbie started laughing openly. "Were his eyes fucked up, too?"

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He hadn't really thought about the guy from Fin's party for awhile. It'd been... Christmas before last, maybe? Yeah, had to have been, because he was confused by the surfers on Coby's ugly sweater. So it took a moment for Corbie's question to click, given Coby wasn't known for the clearest of memories.

"Now you ask, yeah, one blue, one gold. Like even his eyes had to be more colors."

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Corbie went completely silent and still, suddenly reeling. It was absolutely fucking impossible, and yet-- "Felix... Harrowgate?"

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She froze, and Coby wondered what he'd said that upset her. Then... But... How?

"Yeah. But... Fuck. Timey-wimey shit is confusing."

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Corbie started laughing again, a sound that had no real amusement or joy it in so much as 'well, fuck me.' The kind of laughing you did because if you didn't laugh you were going to start crying, and she'd already cried and she was not going to do that again.

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Coby didn't have any idea how he could have met the guy who taught her magic, when they were from such very different worlds. But right then, with that brittle, edged laugh all that was keeping Corbie together, how didn't matter. He held her, his wing still cutting off the rest of the world, and let her work through what he could only imagine was some very fucked up not knowing how to feel.

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Corbie laughed in a way that sounded very like sobbing and then sobbed in a way that sounded very like laughing, her feelings tumbling over each other so fast that nothing came out on top and stayed there.

So she just held on tight as she tried to ride it out, but it wouldn't stop. It didn't exactly hurt, but it didn't feel good either.

Ultimately, she just swallowed the noise down and kissed Coby, trying to anchor herself in something much less confusing.

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Kissing worked. Coby kissed back with a banked heat intensity that let her focus on nothing else if that was what she needed, one hand cupping her cheek, while his other arm held her close. And inside he cussed out once again who or whatever had brought them here, and the strange connections they found.

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Corbie sighed into the kiss, almost the softest moan. "Please," she whispered when she pulled back. "Please, I don't want to think about it anymore."

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That was something Coby could help with, and gladly. He rolled over her, propped up on one arm leaving the other free to roam her body as he kissed her again deeply. Filling her senses with touch and taste and sound of pleasure, so there was no room left for thinking.