[Room 1001]

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Exercise: done. Food: done. Brief walk outside so he can keep getting used to all that goddamn space: done.

Dare Curtis say he's settling into a routine?

Right now, part of that routine includes flipping through the book Dejah got him -- the Forge 101 stuff he keeps meaning to try again soon. If he props one leg up so he can rest the book against his thigh, he can even turn the pages one-handed without too much trouble.

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With only one hand available to him, Curtis tenses his whole arm up to the shoulder as he reaches for the sword's hilt, braced to carry as much as he can. That means the weapon doesn't dip as he takes it from Edgar, but -- yeah, he wasn't kidding. It's a lot heavier than its size ought to allow.

Be nice if that Martian super-strength carried over to Milliways, too.

Carefully, Curtis tests the sword's weight. It's big enough, and hefty enough, that his first thoughts don't roll backward eighteen years. Thank god.

"Yeah," he says eventually. "I bet Bar could build a couple hooks straight into the wall to keep it up, same way she resized the room."

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"Huh. Yeah. -- So, go downstairs and ask, or what?"

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"Yeah, that's how I've always..."

As he speaks, Curtis glances toward the front door, like he's preparing to get up -- which is when he breaks off, blinking.

If the two solid-looking hooks by the front door (which definitely weren't there three seconds ago) weren't inanimate objects, they'd probably be radiating pure innocence right now.

[hate_gettin_older]

"... oooor that could work too."

Edgar chuckles uneasily. "Thanks?"

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Fortunately, the hooks do not deign to respond.

"This fucking place," Curtis mutters, rueful. He heaves himself out of his hammock and presents the sword back to Edgar. "Wanna do the honors?"

It's his sword. Curtis definitely shouldn't do the honors.

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"Yeah --" Edgar gets up before he takes the sword back, and spends a few moments trying to work out the best way to hang it from the hooks.

After which he steps back, surveying it proudly.

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Curtis falls in next to Edgar, shoving his hand into the pocket of his coat.

By anyone else's standards, they wouldn't have much in their room -- but right then, Curtis is struck by how much of the stuff they've accumulated is Edgar's. The twine, the pebbles on the windowsill, the cup, now the sword. Nothing Curtis owns, aside from his hammock, stays within easy view.

Looks like he's really settling in, he thinks with another weird twist in his gut. Better than I am.

And covers by giving Edgar a good-natured elbow in the side.

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Edgar glances up at him, and grins a little.

"So when you get your gigantic fuckin weapon from Barsoom, we can hang it on the other side and get a sort of symmetrical effect?"

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Curtis snorts. "Hell yeah."

Beat.

Loftily, "I'll try not to embarrass you by coming back with a bigger one."