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Up a creek, running out of oars... [Jul. 17th, 2009|03:07 pm]


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::stops just beyond door sensors, lifting bouquet in hand to critically examine again...it looks nice, Sam approved, but you never know with some women::

::drops arm, feeling more than a little idiotic for hesitating to enter own quarters...especially after amused looks given by two passing crewmen::

::draws to full height, taking a soothing breath before trying to saunter in::


::pauses...it's times like this a fitting term of endearment would be handy::

I'm sorry I'm late...Neelix backed me into a corner wanting to talk about the shower for Harper and Kyoto and apparently a separate party for the baby's six monther...

::takes in more than usual silence, looking around...she has to be here, the computer said so::

::stops at bedroom door::

::sighs, stepping forward to try luck even though a certain feeling says it's futile...and it is::

::bumps nose, backing up to glare...patience only goes so far::

Seven? Open up.

...the last time I checked, you aren't a teenager, so if we could both try to approach this as two adults...



Fine. Take your time. I'll be here when you feel like coming out.

::waits, slipping occasional look at chronometer::

My patience ends at ten.

::drops flowers, charging back out of quarters and down corridor::

::hits chime::


[User Picture]From: annikahansen
2009-07-19 03:14 pm (UTC)
Undoubtedly the best that could be hoped for.

::makes way over with reluctance, finally taking seat gingerly on recently abandoned sofa cushion::

::places hand down as brace, just as quickly lifting it::

...it is sticky.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-19 03:22 pm (UTC)
::chooses to ignore remark that may or may not have been in jest, moving to sink and wetting rag::

Been a while since I've dealt with that kind of mess.


::presses damp cloth down to candy-coated area, fingers tangling with companion's as she attempts to take over::

::surrenders task to Borg efficiency, settling back on other cushion and just...watching::
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