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claims_medic

[voice]

Feb 16, 2010 20:59

Ah, well. That was...

[AWKWARD pause. And he clears his throat.]

I hope everyone is well. [Yes, he really is this lame.]

[Private to Sveta]

[Give him a moment as he tries to articulate 'sorry I serenaded you in the middle of the street, my bad']

I apologize, I hope I- well, I hope that I didn't offend you in any way Sve- Miss.

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Private greatlightother February 17 2010, 02:12:01 UTC

Svetlana. Please.

And there is no need to apologize, really. Honestly...Nathan...I had a wonderful time with you. Even if we were both under the influence of...something.

Private claims_medic February 17 2010, 22:14:56 UTC

I'm glad you think so Svetlana, I was afraid I- well, I suppose I must have embarrassed you at points, though the town seemed thoroughly enchanted by serenading.

Private greatlightother February 17 2010, 23:10:31 UTC

You have a wonderful voice. And no, I was not once embarrassed. Please, do not apologize.

Would you like to join me for some tea today?

Private claims_medic February 18 2010, 11:00:55 UTC

[have a light chuckle at that, and now he's generally more at ease since Svetlana doesn't seem horrified] Well that drink certainly smothered any chance of embarrassment. It gave a new meaning to losing inhibitions.

I would love to.

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Private. thegooddrjones February 17 2010, 04:28:33 UTC

Of course, Nathan. Whenever you like.

Private. claims_medic February 17 2010, 22:15:29 UTC

Are you free tonight?

Private. (Log/Spam?] thegooddrjones February 17 2010, 22:24:16 UTC

Yeah, I'm off shift in the infirmary at four. Shall we do tea? Please make sure it's not from the town, yeah?

Private. Spam is good~ claims_medic February 17 2010, 22:33:41 UTC

Yes, gladly. I'll brew some in my cabin when you can come by.

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[Nathan did just that, brewing a good, strong pot of tea under the light blue glow of the heater. His room had hardly changed, though now a handful of ornamental weapons on display were back on the wall, and several not so ornamental weapons were hidden away across the room. His suit too hung in the closet, not quite as oppressive as it had been but hardly comforting when he did look upon it.

He poured two cups when his clock struck four, barely glancing up as he lost himself in thought on the days prior.]

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