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Lu and Jill, we need to move some things around in the main living area.

[He's rubbing a towel over his face and neck as he moves through the halls of the building. As usual, he's shirtless and covered in those black tattoos.

There's even a new one right over his heart.]

We have a delivery coming and we need room for it.

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[There's several moments of shocked silence before...]

What?

I bought a piano and they're delivering later. We need room to fit it.

Ohmigod... really? A grand or an upright? And I mean... don't you want it in your room? Where you can...?

[Which is her roundabout way of asking if he's going to share it sometimes.]

A grand. They sound better. And why would I want it in my room? You can't play it if it's in there.

[Hey, he heard her play and thinks she's good.]

[There's another long bout of silence. No one is ever or has ever been nice to her except Lucy and she's trying to look for a loophole or a catch somewhere. But finally there's another quieter...]

Really? I mean you're not... kidding?

No. I'm completely serious.

[And Jace shows up at the door and comes inside, tossing the towel on the table.]

So, we need to move things.

[Jill is sitting on the couch when Jace comes in and yes, she looks shell-shocked. She eyes him, wide-eyed for the moment. Then her gaze dips down, she flushes pink and gets up from the couch, turning away to hide it.]

We could move that bookshelf and table and put it in that corner over there.

[Jace studies the corner with interest. Enough so that he ignores the looks on her face and the blush.]

That could work. We'll have to move the table first. It'll be easier to move the bookshelf when that's out of the way.

[She moves to the table and starts moving the chairs around it out of the way. Busy work is good work. Plus it's nice to feel like she contributed something to this whole thing.]

Plus we can unload the bookshelf onto the table before we move it.

It will be easier for you that way.

[Which is him just stating facts. He really is being nice currently. Going to one end of the table, he waits for her to get to the other end.]

It will be a chance to straighten out what's in there when things are put back too. [Compulsive. Neat. Freak.]

[Jill just assumes he means 'we' instead of 'you' and misspoke cause she doesn't really get why it wouldn't be easier for him. There's the super hero thing of course but... really? Color her a skeptic.

She moves to the other side of the table and lifts it to help move it.]

I'll get a dust rag and dust it once we get it cleaned off and where we want it.

That works.

[He'll probably help with that too. Just because he has a need to keep things clean and that's been bothering him. Lifting the other end of the table, he guides it over out of the way before setting it down again.]

[After setting down the table, Jill moves over to the bookshelf to start unloading it, setting the contents on the moved table. After several moments, a rare, large smile spreads over her lips.]

We're getting a piano. Well, you are... but I get to play it sometimes.

You were right the first time.

[He picks up the heavier things like they're very light in reality and gets everything that is higher up. He's around six foot so he can easily reach that high.]

[She looks over to Jace, that same smile on her lips and then gets back to moving things from the bookshelf.]

The piano saved my life. I mean it's really important to me.

I wouldn't say it saved me but now we'll have one anyway.

[He likes playing sometimes.]

Where did you learn to play?

There was a piano at my father's house. I decided it would be nice to learn and taught myself.

[And now it's up to Jill to figure out what is the truth and what isn't there.]

[She pauses, turns to look at him again for a brief moment, and then goes to get a cloth from the kitchen, from there she continues talking.]

I taught myself too. I mean I kind of got a kick start from this elementary music teacher but...

[Jace heads over to grab one too, cleaning the top shelves without being asked. In fact, he's meticulous about making sure every last bit of dust is gone before moving onto another area.]

Nephilim don't spend a lot of time teaching the arts.

[Jill starts at the bottom and works her way up.]

Why not?

Who has time for the arts when you're learning to kill demons instead? Not to mention vampires, werewolves, fae, and warlocks.

Besides, my job means I could be dead before I'm twenty.

[Said so casually he might as well be talking about the weather.]

[She pauses in her cleaning to watch him as he lists off all of those things she's only ever seen in film or read about in books. It's her omg he might be crazy but he doesn't seem crazy face. Finally, she resumes, lifting her shoulders in a shrug.]

Anyone could be dead before they're twenty. That's life. [Jill can be very morbid and dark if given the opportunity.]

"And you will know truth, and the truth will make you free."

[He just throws out that quote because it clearly fits the moment.]

Sometimes. [She laughs lightly, partially at the cliche comment and also at her own cynicism about it.] Cause for some people there's no such animal.

[She stands up, looking up at the bookcase.] So how do we move this?

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