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Day in the Life: The Freed Chongwu: The Freedom of Creativity (18+)

The opera steadily came to an end in a final chorus, with the entire cast uniting on stage with a brilliant choreographed dance of movement and color. Remi set the datapad down in the sleeping bag's lap, taking hold of Aly's shoulders, nuzzling her at the side of her neck. "I'm going to wait until the sun's out some more, then do another painting, spend some more time outside, come back in, eat, rest, repeat in the evening, again when the stars are fully out."
 
Her eyes shut, she couldn’t help but giggle some more. Something tickled her humor, made her giggle like a girl in love. Might be something to that. “Mmm, I wanna see it when it’s done. I think I’m gonna catch up on some sleep. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep all week, so busy with my job and the other one too,” she mewed sleepily. “Feel free to move me when you need to.”
 
Remi paused, giving a stealthy, inquisitive look at Aly. What other job did she have? As far as he knew, she was already working overtime with her current job, organizing the construction of the Chongwu district. He didn't ask though, instead nuzzling her again affectionately. "I'll let you know when I'm done with my second painting for the day then. Rest well, Aly."

Two hours later

The feline would wakeup, alone and naked in Remi's sleeping bag, and the tent. His clothes were gone, while the heater still ran. Peeking out of the tent, she'd find his art equipment gone as well, but footsteps that led to the other side of the hill, facing away from the city. Her datapad would show a marker for his location, on it a cartoony bird emoji making a winky face. A security drone concealing a small firearm descended to head level of Aly, waiting politely to escort her.
 
As she awoke, regaining consciousness to find her warm birdy absent, she groaned and began the biggest stretch. From the toes to the fingers, groaning as bones shifted and her body gently thrashed around in the warmth of the sleeping bag. Eventually, her eyes focused on the drone, and again she nearly bolted before she recognized it as Remi's. She sighed, standing up and giving the drone a little pat. "Yes yes, I'm up." She got dressed, putting on her shirt and jeans and the gifted coat, and looked down at her datapad. She chuckled at the bird face on the screen, and followed the helpful drone.

She arrived to the site not long after, and watched with a smile as the landscape opened to a land of trees blanketed by snow, the way forward filled with craggy rocks of grey. She was speechless again, maybe less than from the city view, but still, she took in a deep breath of fresh air and sighed. Then, feeling emboldened, she walked up behind her lover and tried something new. She wrapped her arms around his chest from behind, nuzzling his neck. "Hey there Boyfriend. Working on another masterpiece?" Mmmm, 'Boyfriend.' She liked how official that sounded.
 
Remi clicked happily at Aly's touch, setting his paintbrush down to turn around and hug Aly back. "Yeah, something like that. Did you have a good nap, love?" He stroked the back of her head, then let her go, returning to his work. The new piece looked like it just started, with a light grey, green, and blue underbrushes slathered on for the craggy hills, forest, and sky respectively.
 
She pulled herself from the hug and stood there, looking at his work with a smile on her face. "Oh, it was probably exactly what I needed. Now I'm all energetic," she said with a bounce. She lightly jogged around, looking at everything with curiosity as she moved. The plants, the birds in the distance, a peaceful smile on her face. "Honestly, this week was terrible. You're a feathered angel for suggesting this, truly." She looked back to his work, giggling. "Though I do wonder how often one can paint the landscape before they run out of land."
 
Remi turned back to look at Aly with a smug look in his eye. "The same way a dedicated artist would paint the same model a thousand times." He painted away on the canvas, explaining at the same time. "Practice is one major reason: improving on one's skills in all the minute details. There's also the fact that no two days is the landscape the same. I was here last year, around this time as well, but the snow was considerably heavier: there was less green to be seen, thus less of the jagged edges that come from the vegetation. The entire texture of the land was different just because of two extra centimeters of snow. The more you look at something, someone, the more you appreciate all their details, how they all come together to tell a story."
 
She laughed from her crouched position, standing up and walking closer to watch more of the artistry. "Now that sounds like the words of a painter. How very wise of you!" She looked to the landscape beyond the canvas, wondering. "I bet the summer must look beautiful too. And the spring, a land of new life after the winter. Though, of course, the evergreens always remain." Still she smiled. Was it the thought that he may paint her a thousand times? Was that selfish? Maybe just a little. Or was it the company, her bird friend, now boyfriend? It was probably a mixture of both, actually.
 
Remi visibly scrunched up his neck in embarrassment, still focusing on his painting. "Oh, stop it, you're too flattering." The painting began to take a clearer shape, with outlines of the craggy rocks and the snow covered trees tangible. Still, it was a wild flurry of strokes, bold application of color without restraint.
 
Alymande was perfectly content to sit on a rock nearby and watch him paint. She barely moved, as cats were so good at, eyes blinking slowly. Though eventually, she had to say something else. "I bet you could paint me a thousand times. I'm certainly flexible enough," she said with a giggle, just looking to poke the embarrassment she found cute.
 
Remi finished up his painting, but Aly could see his back feathers raise at her comment. Once he was content with his product, he took a step back, giving it one more look over, then looked back at Aly smugly. Without warning, Remi stepped up to her, wrapping an arm behind her back and sweeping her into his embrace. "I would certainly like to test that theory." He playfully booped her nose with a dab of left over, grey paint on his brush.
 
She giggled, falling into his embrace happily. Her nose twitched, and she groaned playfully as she brushed it off. "Silly, I wasn't being literal!" She booped his beak, and leaned forward to kiss him. "I love the painting by the way. You're gonna have to show me your collection, so I can start putting them on my walls. Any wall I can find that I own really."
 
Remi clicked back happily, "I'll certainly to do that, once I move in with you. I'll bring all my paintings, then mount them to the wall, then something more..." He trailed off, dropping his brush into the soft snow, using his newly freed hand to take hold of one of Aly's legs, pushing on her to bring them both down into the snow, breaking their fall by twisting around, landing with a light thud on his back. He grunted, then looked up at Aly with happy clicks, hugging her tight, then playfully rolled in the snow with her in his embrace.
 
With a delicate "oof" she landed on his chest, holding tightly to him as they rolled. She laughed, giggling with excitement until they landed again. She placed her hands on his chest, looking down at him with a playful expression. 'Was the joke there that you'd mount me on the wall? Because that's where my mind went." She said with an impish tone. Her tail lashed playfully behind her, looming over him with a smile.
 
"Something like that, I can't deny it." Remi nuzzled her cheek and scratched the base of her tail. His back feathers stayed up, and he got increasingly handsy, his other hand stroking the back of her neck. From his nostrils, he snorted warm air onto Aly's skin.
 
She leaned into his chest, her hands playing with his jacket as she formed a question. "Are you really gonna get handsy with me in the snow? I'm all for a romp, you handsome bird, but I like having all my fingers and toes intact." She nuzzled closer. "As warm as you are, I mean, you know?"
 
"Mmm." Remi agreed unwillingly, rolling to the side to let Aly off his chest, then stood up. "I suppose making love in the daylight will have to wait till spring then." He worked to pack up his tools, placing his finished artpiece in a protective bag. He offered his wrist for Aly to hold onto as they returned to the campsite. There, he dragged out the heater from the tent, unfolding its top to reveal a stove, on top of which he placed a pot to boil water in. To the side, he placed packets of ramen, frozen veggies, and mixed meats to boil.
 
She followed him, kissing his cheek as she sat down near the stove, feeling the heat and purring in it's warmth. "There's something exciting about being out here, in the wild, with nothing but each other and nature. Granted, we've also got a tech tent and this heater, and a truck outside. Like we're on an adventure, camping during our quest. I'd be a bard, of course," she said, lounging on her side on the sleeping bag. "My voice is heavenly after all. Now if only I played any instruments. Hm, currently you're the more artistic of us, so I might be wrong about being the musical one. Music is creativity, and so is art. Potato tomato," she giggled.
 
Remi clicked back contently, tossing the ramen, veggies, and meat all into the pot at the same time. "I'll have to pick up the violin again, just for you." He then set his own sleeping bag on the snow, close to Aly's, sitting close to her, one hand on hers. Satisfied in front of the heater, feeling the touch of his new partner, Remi patiently waited for the food to cook, occasionally adding in spices and sauces. After a few minutes, he turned off the stove, placing a plastic plate in front of Aly, then a bowl on top of it, giving her a serving of the ramen mix, then helping himself to a serving. In front of both of them was a nice assortment of condiments, bound together by a wire stand.
 
“Ohh, if you played me music my heart would be yours forever.” His hand on hers, her eyes noting it with a glance and a smile, she began to eat. “Music speaks to my heart. And so does food! Look at you making like a chef and serving me something good.” She kissed his cheek before diving into what was kind of lunch. “I need to pull up my hobbies, lest you get bored with lil’ ol’ me.”
 
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