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Nura and Reimi's quarters could be described as bringing two opposites together.

While Reimi's side was much more neat and orderly, Nura's was covered in things just placed haphazardly somewhere and kept there because she didn't want to move it. For instance, there was a stack of books by her bed, that had first started out as her leaving Frankenstein there whenever she went to sleep, until she got more books and it suddenly became a pile.

The same went for the piles of papers near the foot of the bed with the pens sitting on top, with only one of Nura's shoes to hold it down on one pile, and her wrench from Reimi and the Diagnostic Pad on the others.

Then there was the piles of dirty clothes in the corners that needed to be washed on Friday, which was Nura's laundry day, with lights, whites, and darks, all in separate piles.

It was amazing that Querl didn't trip on anything when Nura had pulled him into the quarters.

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"...this is the Calnus's engine. I tried to draw it to the best of my capability, but I don't think I'm the best artist." Nura took a sketch she'd shoved into one of books on the stack and held it out to Querl. "Ignore the smudges. My hands were greasy at the time."

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"Hm, this is adequate. I can imagine its exact specifications." Yes, that was a compliment.

Querl scanned it but was indifferent. He was sure it was a fine ship, but right now his mind was focused on other matters. Nura, his apparent success in reviving her, the sentient spaceship they were now aboard, the Ohm, ~~having finally gotten laid.~~

"Ha ha," Nura said with a roll of her eyes, dropping the sketch onto the floor. She scooted over closer to Querl, resting her head on his shoulder. "How come you're only ever this nice to me and Lyle?" She grazed the edge of his chin with a chaste kiss.

Querl paused before wrapping his arm around Nura, pulling her a little closer. Being this intimate was awkward and, to some extent, felt wrong but the pleasure it gave him could not be denied. And the feeling that this was right outweighed the one that this was wrong.

"Would I be as appealing if you knew?" Said, as always, with that ever present smirk.

"I've been in your head, Querl," she softly said, gently setting her hand over his. "I've seen so much, and you know what's up there, so you know just as well." She relaxed against his touch. "So you should know that you're very appealing." She smiled against his shoulder, threading her fingers through his.

Querl rubbed her palm with his thumb.

Honestly (and he was very rarely honest), he didn't know he was very appealing. Or appealing at all, aside from his phenomenal intellect. It was an entirely new concept to him.

So instead of responding he smiled and kissed Nura gently on the lips.

Nura put an arm around Querl's shoulders, pulling him closer as he kissed her. She tried to stay as gentle as possible, lest she get too passionate and they repeat what had already occurred. She raised a hand to his cheek and brushed her fingers against his skin, smiling at him.

"I love you, Querl," she said against his lips before returning to kissing him.

"I-" Give him a moment. "I love you." His whisper almost couldn't be heard.

Love was a big word for Querl. And this was the Coluan who made a point to ~~at least attempt to~~ address Stacy by her full name.

Nura's hand rested against the back of Querl's neck, softly moving fingers against his skin, as she deepened the kiss. It was pointless to ever try to moderate her levels of affection. She had too much to give when it came to Querl Dox.