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[foreseen_future]

Nura is sitting tailor-style in a big comfy chair, head against the back, and hands holding a datapad, which she is reading, nodding her head as she scrolls through the information. Then, she seems to have come to something displeasing, because a white brow arches and she lifts the datapad close to her face. Her shoulders then lower and she sighs,

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[tastes_of_honey]

So much so. Man has a stick up his ass far too often, and it's almost impossible to get him to stop checking his voice messages and e-mails.

[foreseen_future]

Nura lifts a hand to her lips with a light giggle. "He sounds like my husband. Even when it is just him and I in private, there is always a team notice to check, or a project plan to re-revise."

[tastes_of_honey]

Or his accounting to check up on. He's never fully there with me. Though he is a seer.

[foreseen_future]

This interests Nura. She leans forward, her white hair brushing over her shoulders. "So he is precognitive, then?"

[own_best_friend]

"At times he needs some amount of... convincing."

[foreseen_future]

Nura cocks her head to the side, while reaching up to move back a stray strand of white hair to behind her ear.

"It isn't trouble with convincing him, it is that often he will be taking a break from projects - but just one team notice or project that our leader needs him to do - and, zoom! He's back to work, forgetting to have some time for himself."

[own_best_friend]

Emma perches on the arm of a nearby chair, lips pursed thoughtfully.

"I know the type. It's no small task to get between a man and his mission... best to side-step the matter entirely; exploit quiet moments, downtime between emergencies. As much as is possible."

[foreseen_future]

"Oh, I do that, but..." Nura sighs and leans an elbow against a knee and rests her cheek against her hand.

"My husband is a scientist, inventor, politician, and not only that, the most brilliant of any of my teammates put together. Even our leader turns to him when something goes awry in the galaxy." And how do you compete with an entire galaxy?

[ridi_arlecchino]

Harley looks over from her own position, flopped over a sofa. "Yeah, an' the irony woulda made for a laugh-riot if it hadn't been so darn frustratin'."

[foreseen_future]

Nura turns her head to the blonde woman flopped over one of the sofas. She gives the woman a friendly smile.

"Hello." She then makes a confused face at what the woman said. "Irony? What do you mean by that?" She has her hands on her ankles, leaning forward with interest.

[ridi_arlecchino]

Harley smiles in return, but not as bright as it could be. "I dated a funny-man. Folks forget that even funny-business is still business to somebody. We were always tryin' to get other people to have a blast." Of course, this was often in the literal sense. "But sometimes it was real hard pullin' 'im away from tryin' to perfect the ideal gag."

[foreseen_future]

Nura brings a hand to her lips with a thoughtful look. "I see...was he constantly unsatisfied with his projects? Something of a perfectionist?"

[talktothehandsy]

"...Not that I meant it when I said I loved her, but fuck, yeah I do. She's always... whining on. Which's weird, 'cos the person I used to be remembered her as cool and clever, bright and cute, that sort of thing. Now she's just... whiney. All that matters to her anymore is a white picket fence and... and..." He shudders, all over, clutching a hand to his chest. "Babies."