Oct 08, 2008 20:18
Karal had a headache, which was why he was sitting at the counter, sipping willowbark tea.
The headache showed no inclination to leave, having been welcomed by the pile of work he'd received from home, so he was trying to negotiate a peace with it.
There were things he wanted to read about today, things that didn't involve problems he was expected to solve. Altra was curled up on the desk near Karal's mug, purring quietly.
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