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She murmured something noncommital, having fallen back to sleep, her hand curled in his shirt.
She took it, turning off the lights and closing the door behind them. * * * "Yes," he agreed, brushing her hair back. "Do you want to get into...
Her eyes were closed, but she still spoke, although it sounded like she might have been falling back asleep. "Hmm... you're here," she murmured,...
She returned, slipping on her coat and buttoning it up, slipping her purse over her shoulder. "Alright. Let's go." * ** "I'm so glad," he...
She was still fairly sleepy, and she leaned up against him again, grateful for the return of her pillow. "To return home..." she mumbled tiredly....
"Let me get my stuff," she said distractedly, crossing the room to grab her purse. "One moment." * * * "It'll be fun, right?" he asked, kissing...
She rubbed her eyes tiredly. "What's going on?"
She leaned over, giving him a kiss on the cheek and wiping away the lipstick she left with her thumb. "That sounds great." * * * "But we could...
Anya stirred, looking up at him sleepily. "Base...?"
"That'd be nice," she said appreciatively, tucking a loose lock of white hair behind her ear as she considered him. "What did you have in mind?"...
She gave a quick nod before leaving the room.
She took it, her fingers lacing with his, making a small noise that seemed to indicate that she's didn't quite believe him. "Are you hungry?" *...
The corner of her mouth tilted up slightly and she looked up at him, although she seemed more resigned than anything else. "Will you?" * * *...
Anya stirred, remaining asleep but shifting her head's position against his chest. Stephanie spoke. "I understand. I trust your decision will...
She considered him before setting down her glass, folding her arms. "Hm..." * * * Gideon was standing there, wearing a grey button-down with...
She hesitated before speaking. "I have been considering the idea of returning her to the Royal Family," she said after a moment. "We could...
She tilted her head, swirling the wine in her glass. "When do you leave?" * * * There came a knock at her door.
Anya remained asleep next to him, her head against his chest. Stephanie glanced at Anya, raising one eyebrow before looking back at Basel. "I...
She fell silent, pouring him a glass of wine and considering him. "What will you be doing?" * * * (Yoop!)
Stephanie entered the lab, her boots clicking against the floor.
