AFTER A MUCH SHORTER DELAY: There's Erin, arrived and (somewhat oddly, considering how poorly she was feeling for a while there) as cheerful and irritating as ever. She's not even going to bother calling for Nic, since there's no point, she's just going to stick her head inside and catch his eye.
She's also dropped to a crouch in front of Nic and pulled out a pencil so she can roughly scribble something on the paper. ...This is what she gets for drawing from memory, she put his part on the wrong side of his head. Satisfied, she holds it out for him to take.]
I have another copy, so this one's yours if you want it.
[Somebody has been very busily sketching portraits all day and now she's handing out copies to people she actually likes. This may or may not in some cases be a blatant attempt to endear herself to them, but in Nic's case... Maybe she just wanted to say hi and needed an excuse.]
[ he doesn't reach out to take it, but he does stare for quite a bit. it bears no likeness to him at all, or at least that's what he'll insist, but he doesn't look particularly pleased or disappointed either way.
[If she's disappointed by the lack of reaction (and she is), she covers it with a shrug and withdraws her hand. If he isn't going to take it, there's not much she can do about that; she'll just end up with two sketches of Nic instead of one.]
Better than sitting in my bunk and staring at a wall.
[This sounds like a jab at Nic. It is not. It's what she's been telling herself all day to stop from going back to her bunk and doing exactly that. ...So far it's working.]
[ his eyes linger over the hand she's got around that sketch, the way the fingers twitch over the paper and hold it a little closer to her body than necessary.
after a moment, he looks back up at her, expression blank. ]
iT's NOT sO BAd. thE wAlLs are DifferENt FrOm The oNEs bAck HOme.
[Her voice is quiet enough that a hearing person would struggle to hear her. Not that it matters to Nic. Her eyes flick down and away for a second before she rises to her feet. Even with a sense of disappointment looming large, she's still careful with the paper, careful not to crumple it.]
[ he doesn't call back after her, nor does he reach back out again to take the paper from her hands. it's probably better off with her than him anyway. better she take all her expectations of him along with it.
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So put it on the communal refrigerator
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I don't even know what that is, so no.
FROM: erin@cdc.org
If you don't want it, you don't have to take it.
[But she'll still be disappointed. The girl tries to actually do something nice for once...]
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AFTER MUCH DELAY: ]
FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
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[ as in room. if she can't figure it out on her own, he ain't telling!! ]
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Also, now she knows where you live, good job.
AFTER A MUCH SHORTER DELAY: There's Erin, arrived and (somewhat oddly, considering how poorly she was feeling for a while there) as cheerful and irritating as ever. She's not even going to bother calling for Nic, since there's no point, she's just going to stick her head inside and catch his eye.
There's half a sheet of paper in her hand.]
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he doesn't get up when she appears. ]
juSt PuT iT on thE FlOor.
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She's also dropped to a crouch in front of Nic and pulled out a pencil so she can roughly scribble something on the paper. ...This is what she gets for drawing from memory, she put his part on the wrong side of his head. Satisfied, she holds it out for him to take.]
I have another copy, so this one's yours if you want it.
[Somebody has been very busily sketching portraits all day and now she's handing out copies to people she actually likes. This may or may not in some cases be a blatant attempt to endear herself to them, but in Nic's case... Maybe she just wanted to say hi and needed an excuse.]
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after a while, he just glances back up at her. ]
yOU HavE Too MUcH FrEe TIMe.
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[If she's disappointed by the lack of reaction (and she is), she covers it with a shrug and withdraws her hand. If he isn't going to take it, there's not much she can do about that; she'll just end up with two sketches of Nic instead of one.]
Better than sitting in my bunk and staring at a wall.
[This sounds like a jab at Nic. It is not. It's what she's been telling herself all day to stop from going back to her bunk and doing exactly that. ...So far it's working.]
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after a moment, he looks back up at her, expression blank. ]
iT's NOT sO BAd. thE wAlLs are DifferENt FrOm The oNEs bAck HOme.
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[Her voice is quiet enough that a hearing person would struggle to hear her. Not that it matters to Nic. Her eyes flick down and away for a second before she rises to her feet. Even with a sense of disappointment looming large, she's still careful with the paper, careful not to crumple it.]
Bye, Nic.
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bye, firefly. ]