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Niv's ears perked as he heard the key sliding into the knob of the front door, signaling that Mela was home. He saved his work on the computer before turning it off and going down to meet her.

"Hey hon." She said, watching Niv come down the stairs. Something amusing apparently caught her eye, though she couldn't quite hide her grin.

"Hey." Niv said before noticing. "What?" He asked.

"Nothing." She teased, setting her duffle bag by the door. "It's just cute how your toes grab the steps as you come down." She smiled more openly.

"Oh..." he paused, his thoughts seemingly derailed as he looked down at his feet, flexing his toes self-consciously.

"I'm sorry sweetie, did you need something?" Mela asked, taking off her shoes. Being met at the door wasn't that regular, and usually meant something was up. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," He nodded, pausing again, "I was, uhm... Was just wondering if I could... do anything for you. If you needed anything." Niv started fidgeting nervously. "A drink, something to eat. You know, whatever."

"You're sweet. You don't need to do anything for me, hon." Mela put her hand on Niv's shoulder, giving him a kind look.

"I know, but..." Niv started, but didn't seem to have the words. All he could manage was to gesture vaguely. "I don't know. Never mind, it's stupid. Go do your thing." He waved his hands dismissively at himself and turned back up the stairs.

"Hey, hey!" Mela reached out and took hold of Niv's arm before he could ascend. "Come sit with me, you butt."

"Nnneh, I feel stupid." He complained, letting his shoulders slouch.

"Do it for me?" Mela pouted subtly for effect, giving a few gentle tugs on his arm. Niv just sighed in resignation and let himself be dragged into the living room. "Sit." Mela said firmly as she continued off into the kitchen. Niv sat, feeling sour from botching his attempt at care giving. He turned on the TV and started surfing channels for something to watch.

"Have you eaten?" Mela called. After a pause she called again. "Hon?"

"No..." Niv answered, deflated. He heard the fridge door close, some plastic rustling, and then Mela returned carrying bottles in one hand and cold sandwiches in the other. She offered each to him before sitting, cuddling up next to him. They ate in relative silence as they watched reruns for a time.

"Hey," Mela said, leaning against Niv's shoulder, "you still feel like being nice to me?"

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Your offer earlier, that still good?" She clarified.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Whatcha need?" Niv said. He started to get up, but Mela put a hand on his lap to stop him.

"Oh bless you." she said, scooting to the far end of the couch and bringing her legs up. "My feet are fucking killing me, could you rub them?"

"Ew, ­gross." Niv exaggerated a disgusted look. "You fucking fetishist." He couldn't keep his face straight enough to sell the sarcasm. Mela just laughed.

"Oh shut up." She said through a smile, poking him with her toes.

"I don't wanna touch your nasty feet." Niv crossed his arms.

"Come oooon." Mela said with exasperation, leaning back to fully extend her leg and press her foot against his face. "They're cute and you love them. Because you're fucking weird." Her tone was defiant but playful.

"Yeah, and her name is Mela." Niv shot back, gently pinching and tugging the fur on her sole.

"Ah! No! Fuck you!" She yanked her foot back in an instant, stifling a giggle.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop before you kick a hole in me or some shit." He paused for timing. "With your giant, deadly feet."

"Which are cute." Mela stated.

"Which are cute and soft and I love them." Niv agreed with a humoring tone. "Gimme a few minutes, then I'm all yours." He got up, leaving the room for god knows what.

"Don't take too long, or I'll put my foot up your ass." She threatened sarcastically, sticking her leg straight up in the air.

"See? Fucking knew you had a foot fetish." Niv said as he left the room.

"Damnit!" Mela added, feigning defeat.