Jaina Solo Fel (
solo_sword) wrote2009-01-12 05:05 pm
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Room 527, late Monday night
It was the middle of the night when Jaina's comlink started going off, and groggily she dragged herself out of bed. She was used to having to get up at weird hours to answer calls or go to work, but she didn't tend to have to worry about things like finding clothing in the dark before she answered a call from work.
So there might have been a muttered string of "Don't hang up don't hang up don't hang up," as she searched for and finally found something that was probably a shirt.
[For he whose room it iiiiiis, and probably post-radio.]
So there might have been a muttered string of "Don't hang up don't hang up don't hang up," as she searched for and finally found something that was probably a shirt.
[For he whose room it iiiiiis, and probably post-radio.]

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And she rushed into the bathroom so she wouldn't bother him too much, turning on the light and leaving the door open a crack. She'd try to keep her voice down.
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In the cold, he reached a hand down to feel for something to toss on. His hand came back with her shirt. Yeah, that wouldn't work.
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If she was going for clothing..."Something up?"
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Not that she was worried or anything.
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"Right, naturally."
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"Sorry, I guess good luck then?"
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"If you need anything..." He wanted to say like me but couldn't get the words out and trailed off, figuring she'd get the point.
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Maybe a little tiny part of her was scared of her reaction if it was something horrible.
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She hadn't been home without him since the summer, his fear was only natural. His worry was self-centered.
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