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[no_sin_but]

Marlowe had been intending on having a shower when he changed into a cat, and now things have changed.

He's in the bath. Thinking and soaking and oh, it feels good to be back.

Even if he will miss having two eyes.

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A wry smile.

"I know. But it wouldn't be my time."

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Darren disappears back into the room.

"It'd be something. And you wouldn't die."

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He rolls his left eye and leans back in the tub.

"Darren, I have spent a lot of time not dying. I don't think a couple days will do me any harm."

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He makes an agreeable sound and doesn't keep asking.

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Silence, and then he laughs. This time, the sound is amused.

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"What's funny?"

The sound of a page turning.

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The sounds of Marlowe getting out of the bath.

"Life, shall we say."

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"How very post-modernistic of you."

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"Huh?"

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"Never mind, Marlowe. Did you see a cat go out when you came in?"

He misses Faustus.

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Drying off hair...

"Cat? No, I didn't."

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"We had one. Or I did, I suppose."

Darren drops to his knees, to look under the bed.

"I don't know where he is now."

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Towel off body a bit more, pull on pants.

"Didn't know you were in the business of picking up cats."

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"Oh, I'm not. It just snuck in here somehow."

He sounds faintly wistful.

"He was good company."

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Pull on shirt, quick brush through hair, and where did he put his eyepatch...

"Give him a name?"

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"Godot."

Part of him wants to say 'Hamlet.'

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Marlowe pulls his eyepatch on, and appears in the bathroom doorway.

"Godot?"

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"Did you ever read the Beckett play?"

Darren looks up.

"I always name pets after my favourite literary characters. All my goldfish were named after the Von Trapp children."

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"It's on my list."

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"If I had free reign of what I could direct next, it would be Godot."

This is true.

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"I'm really not surprised."

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"It's that one."

He points at the shelf. Bright blue and dog eared.

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He nods, but walks over to the bed anyway. There is a dagger to be dropped on the bedside table, you see, and.

Oh, yes.

A Darren to be pulled over by his shirt and rather firmly kissed.

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Darren panics and holds on and kisses like he's drowning.

Takes a moment to wonder if that expression makes any sense.

And then starts making 'wait, wait' noises because it's more complicated than that.

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So Marlowe pulls back, and raises an eyebrow.