Date: 2020-12-27 02:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wraithes
[ he makes his way back up the steps, and inej shrugs into her jacket, frowning after him. work to be done in the night. something illicit, illegal, and immoral, probably. kaz brekker has quite the reputation, but he hasn't really shown such to her. yet, anyway. there's always more time for people to disappoint her.

true to inej's word, she rises with the sun. she makes her way to the roof to pray as the sun rose, and then stole into the mess hall to find something to eat. she had sat near-ish to jesper when he arrived in the hall, not of her own choosing - jesper had dropped himself at the same table with a grin and a greeting.

following her (somewhat exhausting) breakfast, inej retreated downstairs. and, as such, she is already in the training room when kaz makes his way there at eleven bells. she is sitting cross-legged, balanced perfectly on a small crate in the center of the room, her hands in her lap and her eyes closed. seemingly focused on her breathing, or something else.

but the moment she hears the tell-tale cane on the stairs, she speaks, her eyes still closed: ]


You did not get up until ten.

[ she figured out early that kaz's room is directly above her own. she can hear him pace, late at night, or move around. and, subsequently, also hear him when he gets up.

inej blinks her eyes open, expression calm and even-tempered, as she adds: ]


Good morning, Kaz.
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