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on_her_korhal) wrote2008-07-30 10:58 am
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Kerrigan's Office, Wednesday
Kerrigan was starting to consider setting up shop permanently in her office. At least there, the chance of something happening was something greater than in her house. It had been an oasis of silence for over a year, but now it was too loud in its quiet.
She needed something to focus on, and so the door was open again, and she was sat one inch too straightly in her chair, waiting.
[ open hours! ]
She needed something to focus on, and so the door was open again, and she was sat one inch too straightly in her chair, waiting.
[ open hours! ]
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So, he popped up in her doorway, grinning. "Morning!"
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Because damn, he was sorry he missed that if she had.
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What? It never hurt to ask.
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It was unlikely she'd ever quite stop treating the students like soldiers.
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