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betterthanaplanThere were bags all over the Rouge. Duke was doing his best to ignore them. He had a standing appointment with Octavia for breakfast, so he was just going to focus on getting ready for that, and not the very large suitcase with a particular tattoo embroidered onto the front of it. Or any of the myriad other bags and crates and trunks and cases taking up most of the counter and floor space of his galley.
Really. He had an entire hold for these sorts of things. The island dumping them in his living space was just rude.
[for one!]
Really. He had an entire hold for these sorts of things. The island dumping them in his living space was just rude.
[for one!]
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Date: 2021-02-11 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-11 08:45 pm (UTC)She pressed her forehead against the top of his chest. She should find more to say, something like --
"Moba."
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Date: 2021-02-11 10:53 pm (UTC)“What are you thinking?” he tried.
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Date: 2021-02-11 11:07 pm (UTC)"That I don't care about the bags," she said, "as long as you don't touch the... bunker ones."
Not that any of this was really about the bunker to begin with.
(Beyond how much everything was always about the bunker, in certain ways.)
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Date: 2021-02-11 11:13 pm (UTC)He was pretty sure she really did care about those bags, though.
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Date: 2021-02-12 09:23 am (UTC)That was the problem.
"Mochof," Octavia muttered.
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Date: 2021-02-12 02:54 pm (UTC)He just kept holding on.