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[After this], and even all the rest of his day]

It is a rather tired, mind-spinning midshipman that makes his way to his quarters finally, late at night. His stack of papers and notes get set down on the small desk carefully, even if his thoughts are so very much elsewhere.

Meeting new people will do that, particularly if they bring up ideas much rather left alone.

Date: 2006-01-14 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com
Which is why it is probably disconcerting to have a muzzle damn near in his mouth. Why, if he didn't know better, he might even assume that the Fox is trying to check his breath for rum smell.

Her ears are back, and her tails lash in worry.

Date: 2006-01-14 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
Jack had rum- and had gotten Wellard a glass that remained 99% untouched. Though at the moment, he is sputtering at the fox in surprise, reaching up to (carefully) take ahold of her.

"Ako, what-"

Date: 2006-01-14 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

She says gravely, dangling from his hands. The ears unfold and tails slow down when the rum-to-breath ratio is figured out.

Laini would be proud of how fast the mathematics of smell->alcohol molecules/O2 conversion was worked out in Ako's head. It may never happen again.

Date: 2006-01-14 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
He raises an eyebrow at her, puzzled, before settling Ako more securely in his arms. Wellard reaches up to rub his mouth with the back of one hand - and then blinks, looking down at her.

"It is a bar. The smell is going to be everywhere."

Date: 2006-01-14 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com
She gives a delicate snort that means yes, but you, my kit, have more reason than most to avoid it but really just sounds like a snort.

There is blinking from big, cinnamon colored eyes up at him.

Date: 2006-01-14 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
A faint smile, and he rubs the short fur right between her eyes with a fingertip.

"Though not like I have to drink it, being here." His lips twitch, the smile becoming a bit bitter. "Too much like other things."

Date: 2006-01-15 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com
It must be the fingertip between the eyes that makes her relax. Anything else would just be silly. She licks at his palm comfortingly, making quiet happy noises.

Date: 2006-01-15 12:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
Silly indeed. Wellard smiles, watching her for a few more moments, before the fox is set down on his bunk and he gets ready for bed.

It has been a long day.


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