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Olga ([personal profile] olyabird) wrote2010-11-09 08:37 pm
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[oom] Room 3F 127

Four days have passed and things have been quiet.  They've relaxed, lounged really, taking the odd meal in the bar, watching a few videos together (old Westerns mostly), and talked.   She's never been the chatty type, but he's patient, and doesn't mind telling her all sorts of stories about his world and the crew of his starship.  Eventually, she felt comfortable enough to share a few lighter stories with him.  Her world is so dark and strange compared to his.  For once, the time is passing quickly enough she wishes it would slow down.

The nights are wonderful, if a touch sedate for her tastes.  He isn't as much of a night owl (in the metaphorical sense, of course) as she is, but she's getting used to it.  He doesn't seem to mind her night time pacing, always ready to invite her back under the covers when she returns.

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