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[eiattu_pride]

Rial's working.

Not like that's a big surprise, because honesty, when is he not? The work keeps coming.

So he doesn't even look up when he hears Plourr, just sets a datapad and stylus aside.

"I'm going to need your help on this."

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[fighting_mad]

Stopped in her tracks in the middle of her epic quest (read: exhausted shuffle from her bed to their chambers' kitchen) for caf and/or food, Plourr shoots Rial an incredulous look, but doesn't bother with the 'do you know what time it is?" question, because he does. He always does.

Still half-asleep, blankets trailing behind her, she thuds into the chair across from him. "What?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Help."

Tosses her the datapad.

[fighting_mad]

She snatches the datapad out of the air about a second before it would have hit her in the neck. She sets it on the table and leans over it, peering down and beginning to scroll up. "What is it?" Heaven forbid she actually read it.

[eiattu_pride]

"Charter of rights."

Vaguely, head still buried in his own datapad.

"Read it."