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unarmored. ([personal profile] wraithes) wrote in [community profile] timewasting 2020-10-17 10:49 pm (UTC)

No, I do not need six scarves.

[ she holds the door open for him so he can get in with the bag and the cane, quick to follow as she presses the button for the elevator. ]

I'm on the top floor. [ she says to him as they shuffle into the elevator. the door closes, a little bit slowly . . . it isn't a brand new building, by any means, though it is cute and clean. and once the door opens, it shows a hallway, and inej takes a right out of the elevator, patting down her pockets to find her key. ] And . . . here --

[ she pauses in front of the door at the end of the hall, unlocking it easily before letting him in. it's a relatively small apartment, with a futon-style couch in the living area, a small kitchen, and a single bedroom. there's a small balcony, where you can step outside and see the port and the ocean. it's clear inej spends a lot of time on it, given the chair she's set up in the space.

on the futon is a pillow and a folded set of blankets, and a stack of textbooks on the coffee table, along with inej's laptop. a vase full of wild geraniums sits on the eat-in kitchen table. and when she closes the door behind him: ]


It's not as big as the one in Ketterdam, but it works. [ and she pauses before brushing a loose piece of hair out of her eyes, stepping next to him to fold her arms over her chest. ] You can put your stuff in my room -- it's yours, while you're here.

[ she can crash on the couch, in the meantime. ]

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