[ She grins a little, ducking her head to hide it, as he rushes up to meet her. The same pace she'd been walking at the whole time doesn't change until he's within half a dozen feet. And then she stops. All the better to brace herself for impact with, my dear, and all that. But no matter how hard that impact may or may not be, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, forehead pressed against his neck.
It hadn't been anything to her, this little trip out. Leaving her chat with Mary one minute, then the next she was outside the porter with her comm freaking out at her. No new memories or even a cool new tattoo. But it'd still be possibly the worst moment ever for it to happen. ]
Stupid porter. It never does this when, like, I have a 80 hour work week or something.
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Date: 2015-03-25 12:59 am (UTC)It hadn't been anything to her, this little trip out. Leaving her chat with Mary one minute, then the next she was outside the porter with her comm freaking out at her. No new memories or even a cool new tattoo. But it'd still be possibly the worst moment ever for it to happen. ]
Stupid porter. It never does this when, like, I have a 80 hour work week or something.