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Thank you, I promise you'll get your body back exactly as you left it.
[Still a weird thing to be talking about.]
I hope you have a nice evening, Rin. [Even with the weirdness of it all, she still wants to be polite.]
[Still a weird thing to be talking about.]
I hope you have a nice evening, Rin. [Even with the weirdness of it all, she still wants to be polite.]
[Sounding somewhat more relaxed. Yeah, that did put her at ease. She trusts Vanadi. At least with this.]
Where are you swimming?
Where are you swimming?
One of the pools in the Hold, I won't let him go in too deep.
[Steph is basically playing mother hen, is what she's saying here.]
[Steph is basically playing mother hen, is what she's saying here.]
Enjoy yourselves.
Edited 2013-03-14 14:36 (UTC)
Thanks.
[And then a little awkwardly, because she's not entirely sure what to say in this situation:] Goodbye. [With that, she hangs up.]
[And then a little awkwardly, because she's not entirely sure what to say in this situation:] Goodbye. [With that, she hangs up.]
[His roommates are kind about his nightmares, but Jack still finds himself embarrassed when they wake him for the third time that night. Briefly he considers simply not going back to sleep, but he's exhausted-- and he's no money for a hotel-- and there's no one in this place that understands him better than Rin--
--and maybe he's a little lonely. So what? That's not a crime. Which is how he ends up at her door at one in the morning, dressed in boxers and an undershirt, his hair sticking up and a bit of a sheepish smile on his face.]
--and maybe he's a little lonely. So what? That's not a crime. Which is how he ends up at her door at one in the morning, dressed in boxers and an undershirt, his hair sticking up and a bit of a sheepish smile on his face.]
[Rin sleeps a lot, partly by natural inclination, and partly for the relief of it. So she's fast asleep when he comes knocking at the door and it takes a bit to roust her. When she comes, her hair is loose as it rarely (never) is in public, she's shuffling with bare feet, wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
She wasn't expecting to see Jack. Rin blinks at him blarily and then clearly tries to lever herself further into wakefulness.]
What's wrong?
She wasn't expecting to see Jack. Rin blinks at him blarily and then clearly tries to lever herself further into wakefulness.]
What's wrong?
Nothin'. I just, um--
[He rubs the back of his neck.]
'S all right if I sleep with you? I mean, not-- we don't gotta share a bed or nothin', I know people don't like that a lot, but-- I mean-- could I crash on the floor? Only I keep wakin' up, and it's . . . I mean, they're nice, but they don't understand about nightmares.
[He rubs the back of his neck.]
'S all right if I sleep with you? I mean, not-- we don't gotta share a bed or nothin', I know people don't like that a lot, but-- I mean-- could I crash on the floor? Only I keep wakin' up, and it's . . . I mean, they're nice, but they don't understand about nightmares.
[Rin scratches her head. PRocessing, processing. It's kind of weird but - Jack is like her brother. Kind of. Her brother who must be carefully handled. Beyond her (normal, standard) slightly taken aback reaction she has little real problem with the notion.]
D'you remember Sasuke...? [A pause then a shake of the head. No, never mind. She steps aside.] C'mon in.
D'you remember Sasuke...? [A pause then a shake of the head. No, never mind. She steps aside.] C'mon in.
[With a grateful glance he slips in-- and just like that, he goes a little calmer. Another person, someone he trusts, someone he can sleep calmly around-- and maybe someone with whom he can share a bed. He won't make her, he knows people don't like that, but god, he misses sharing beds with people.]
I-- no. But I bet if you described him, I'd remember the . . . the figure. The person behind the name. Why?
[A beat, and then:]
Thanks.
I-- no. But I bet if you described him, I'd remember the . . . the figure. The person behind the name. Why?
[A beat, and then:]
Thanks.
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