Their continued closeness certainly didn't bother Aves. If anything, she reveled in it. "Good timing, too,"she said. "That was my last chore for the night." She let her fingers run through the hair at the back of his head. It was so soft and fuzzy that she simply couldn't resist whenever her hands were close enough. Hey own hair was up in a loose ponytail, gathered right behind her head and falling down to the shoulders of her tank top. "So, what shall we do?"