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Date Posted: 23:50:29 10/05/07 Fri
Author: Reese
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Braden 's message, "She's a firecracker, she's the light of my life " on 23:25:24 10/05/07 Fri

(She'd woken just after seven, thanks so very much to her internal clock.. and had hated to think of waking him, which she most certainly would have done had she lain there and stared at him like she'd wanted to. As it was, she was just plain glad to have him home safe and sound a whole, even if he did still sort of smell like oscar the grouch. She'd gotten herself a bowl of the Cap'n and gone out on the deck to appreciate the autumn cool that was settling over the area. Her curren't lougewear, a matching black cotton pants and tank set, simply hadn't kept her warm, so she had come back in for her marine sweater. One leg was curled under her as she lay in the sun, enjoying the quiet.. that is, until Oscar the Grouch yelled for her. She narrowed her gaze a little as she sat up, a bit surprised at his tone. Part of her said not to move, because she hadn't been impressed by that tone.. and yet another part of her was just plain curious. She let out a deep sigh through her nose as she got to her feet, padding barefoot into the apartment and placing her bowl in the sink. When she appeared before him, it was with her hands stuffed into the pocket of her hoodie and the jet slashes of her brows arched in obvious question. What could he possibly want that had required him to bark her name out? She did, luckily, tamp down on the urge to say 'yes, Colonol?'.. since that would have needlessly pissed him off. Lord, he was beautiful.. focus, Reese, focus.. there is a mindgame afoot..)

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