It was drizzling miserably as John hurried down the street to the hotel. His collar was turned up against the rain, although he was already thoroughly damp, and he wished very much that he wasn't going home to an empty bed
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Stildyne was peering out as John was coming in, wondering if he ought go out. "Say, Hart, is that man on the street still sitting and staring at people?"
"What?" John looked around to find the source of the voice, taking the cigarette from between his lips. His expression softened a bit when he saw who it was. "Don't know. Wasn't really looking for people sitting and staring."
"Pleasant gentle. Had an interesting talk with him this morning." Stildyne looked at the man, shook his head, and stepped forward to sweep water off of Hart's clothes with one large hand. "You see, this is why I don't like planets. "
John smiled a little, head tipped back to meet his eyes. "The weather? It's not so bad. Bit of rain is good for you." Funny how his mood improved like that. John shook his head again. "What'd you talk about?"
Stepping out of the cafe with an umbrella in hand, Martha noticed the wet man hurrying down the street in her direction. She lifted up her umbrella as he near her. "Care for some company?" She could help keep me from getting wetter, at least.
He paused, cigarette to his lips, and took her in in one sweeping glance. "Yeah," he said, flicking the cigarette away, "all right." Pretty girl. Who was he to turn that down?
She noticed the glance. Normally she wouldn't have, but it reminded her of someone, but she couldn't put her finger on it."Where you headin'?" Unless they just wanted to stand around, but it was sort of miserable for that.
Lore coming home to a bed was something of an event for himself. It could more accurately be described as Lore coming home to see if there were any electronics that he could pilfer and decimate in his room.
The android jogged up the steps himself, holding a book over his head to keep the balaclava beneath his gas mask from absorbing too much of the rain, and brushed himself off when he came into the lobby.
"Miserable weather," he grumbled to John in his borrowed voice, an offhanded comment to the stranger as he swiped off his suit- though it actually couldn't be uncomfortable to him.
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John was lighting up again, his old cigarette already dropped, damp and ruined, into the trash. The concierge giving him a dirty look could go to hell. He gave an agreeing grunt, looking the figure over. Strange, but not the strangest he'd seen.
"Those are supposedly bad for your health. Worse for other people." He sounded a little amused under the mask as he wiped at the lenses with the back of his arm. Not that he cared either way, obviously having little reason to worry.
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The android jogged up the steps himself, holding a book over his head to keep the balaclava beneath his gas mask from absorbing too much of the rain, and brushed himself off when he came into the lobby.
"Miserable weather," he grumbled to John in his borrowed voice, an offhanded comment to the stranger as he swiped off his suit- though it actually couldn't be uncomfortable to him.
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Laughing at a friend's predicament would be cruel, so I simply walk up and smile a bit.
"At least it's dry in here."
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Shrug.
"Hello." Now I grin. "Is that better?"
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