"We will make sure that you do not starve, Tristran," she rolls her eyes, sitting and twisting her still-damp hair up, leaning over him to grab a pen off the bedside table to stick through it.
A mild nudge.
"Up then," she prompts. "Take your time, I'll take care of it."
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Date: 2007-11-11 02:25 am (UTC)A mild nudge.
"Up then," she prompts. "Take your time, I'll take care of it."