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[quote][b]Wick (Oct 15, 2002 08:22 a.m.):[/b] Wick hadn't realized how long her little tour had taken. She'd expected to have a half hour at least to compose herself before Jor got out of classes, but he was already at the room and waiting for her. His typical exuberant greeting was irritating and entirely unsuitable for her mood. It made her want to shove him away, but he noticed her mood just in time and backed off. "Hey there, spark. Rough day?" [i]Now I have to explain my mood. You're a lot of trouble, Jordan.[/i] "You could say that. Nothing I can't handle. Sorry I'm late. I stopped by the rec area." She didn't feel like elaborating. It wasn't a lie yet. She also didn't feel like talking to him, and being cheerful didn't really appeal either, but she couldn't just tell him she didn't want to go to dinner. She'd already shown more than enough deviation for one day. It was much easier to force a yawn than it was a smile, and it got rid of some of her tension. [i]She promised. There's nothing to be frightened of. I should look Terrence up. I should know what he does and where he does it, so we can keep a safe distance. It's only six months.[/i] That last wasn't too reassuring, but she felt better once she'd come up with a plan of action, and managed a small smile for Jor's sake and put her arms around him. "It'll be alright," she said a little more lightly, and kissed his temple. Her previous annoyance dissipated when he smiled, and was replaced with the low-grade dread she'd not felt in years, not for real. It was the fear of the unknown, the fear of being caught, the knowledge that she was in a potentially dangerous situation that required careful handling to get out of. It made her hungry. She kissed him, and he took this as a sign her mood was improved and returned it far more enthusiastically than necessary. The annoyance she exhibited when he got too familiar was entirely perfunctory, and she slapped at his hands and then kissed him again while she tried unsuccessfully to pry herself away. "Dinner [i]first[/i]," she said steadfastly, and tickled him in a strategic spot low on his side. He gasped and crunched up and let her go, and she gave him a genuine grin. "Come on, match. Aren't you hungry?"[/quote]
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