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[byweavinglives]

Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

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[shifts]

So am I, actually. Though I can never decide which I prefer, long term.

[byweavinglives]

You're so charming bundled up in wool, Mr. Eames.

[shifts]

Thank you, Miss Saya. That's certainly a new compliment for me.

[byweavinglives]

I like to be surprising.

I'm sorry I've been so inattentive since your return.

[shifts]

That's all right. Are you well?

[byweavinglives]

Distracted, that's all. I finished the project. Are you?

[shifts]

Which one? Last I heard, you had a few on the table. I'm all right; settled back in.

[byweavinglives]

A motorcycle. The owner is picking it up today.

Did your friends miss you?

[shifts]

Ahh, right. That Australian bloke, wasn't it?

So they say. I don't quite believe them.

[byweavinglives]

Do you mean Doctor Chase? No, it's not his.

[A pause.]

Why would they lie?

[shifts]

My memory isn't a friend of mine concerning your orders, it seems.

Well, it's less about lying and more about gross exaggerations, all the same. Was it only your project that had you so distracted?

[byweavinglives]

[There's a pause]

No, not really.

[shifts]

Would you mind it terribly if I pried?

[byweavinglives]

What would you like to know?

[shifts]

What's on your mind.

[byweavinglives]

Alternative energy.

[ooc: LJ give me my notifs. ALL OF THEM B|]