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bit_impossible[curfew's just ending and where is he? in his suite like an obedient passenger, except he's not chomping on his bit to leave as usual, no, not today. when the sphere turns on, he's standing in the bathroom, the door closed, and wearing only just a pair of pyjama bottoms as he hangs his head over the sink. his face remains hidden from view as water droplets slide down his hair and trickle down the tip of his poor swollen nose. wet hands clutch white-knuckled at the edges of the sink while goose pimples run up bare arms and down his naked torso as he just stands there for a moment longer, oblivious to the transmission.
with his back still to the sphere, he reaches for a towel, gripping it awkwardly with his thumb and tries pinning the material between it and the glove-like cast on his left hand. after fumbling with it for a moment, he shifts his body and grabs at it with his good hand, muttering something under his breath as he throws the towel over his head. it's right then, however, as he's drying his hair that he catches the sphere in the mirror's reflection--and how he can tell that it's on when it looks like a miniature sun, well, it's probably best not to ask. probably wouldn't give a straight answer anyway.
and whether he'll admit if he's been to the curious window on Level 23 or not is anybody's guess.]
with his back still to the sphere, he reaches for a towel, gripping it awkwardly with his thumb and tries pinning the material between it and the glove-like cast on his left hand. after fumbling with it for a moment, he shifts his body and grabs at it with his good hand, muttering something under his breath as he throws the towel over his head. it's right then, however, as he's drying his hair that he catches the sphere in the mirror's reflection--and how he can tell that it's on when it looks like a miniature sun, well, it's probably best not to ask. probably wouldn't give a straight answer anyway.
and whether he'll admit if he's been to the curious window on Level 23 or not is anybody's guess.]
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Date: 2009-05-10 05:08 am (UTC)Well, that's a new sensation! [wiggles the fingers of his newly mended hand, a grin growing on his face.] Can I hug you? Because...I'm really not sure what I can do in return, not for something like this.
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Date: 2009-05-10 05:15 am (UTC)Hug...? What? [Go ahead, she probably won't scream. She's just a little stunned, that's the first time anyone's said something like that in a long, long time.]
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Date: 2009-05-10 05:33 am (UTC)[is amused at his new title.]
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Date: 2009-05-10 05:59 am (UTC)But I...I saw her! [his hand clings to her] I saw Susan, or at least I think I did. Even with my glasses on, I couldn't quite make her out, but I'm certain it was her. She was playing up in those silver-leafed trees back home, climbing higher and higher... Lord, she was so brave and strong, even back then.
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Date: 2009-05-10 06:08 am (UTC)You're welcome, Doctor.
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