Room 209, Wednesday night

[can_be_more]

It might be things brought up when she was little, or the panic the last day at the thought that this planet might actually be frelled up enough to consider marriage between a five-year-old and a seven-year-old legal, or maybe even things she said in the interview with D'Anna, but Aeryn's just feeling quiet. It's not good, it's not bad, just... she

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[whitedeathpod]

John knocks on the door...with his head. Hey, he's tired.

[can_be_more]

That knock sounds... different. Aeryn opens the door and says, "Hi," carefully, like she's trying to figure out why.

[whitedeathpod]

John rubs his forehead. "Hey."

[can_be_more]

"Did you knock with your head again?"