Some days are better than others.
Others? Suck harder than a black hole.
Rod entered with Fess trailing behind him, his face long as he made his way over to the couches. Fess's processors were working extra hard (almost dangerously so) at trying to figure out something appropriate and yet comforting to say to his master to help him feel better about Grace's decision to accept the captain's marriage proposal, Grace being the object of his affections and Rod being... well, not the captain.
He hadn't come up with anything yet.
As such, Rod settled down at the corner of the couch nearest the fire and stared into the flames. Anything not to think. Anything not to go over the way she looked or the way she smelled or all the hours and effort he'd put into helping her with their little 'project'.
[rod gallowglass]
Rod entered with Fess trailing behind him, his face long as he made his way over to the couches. Fess's processors were working extra hard (almost dangerously so) at trying to figure out something appropriate and yet comforting to say to his master to help him feel better about Grace's decision to accept the captain's marriage proposal, Grace being the object of his affections and Rod being... well, not the captain.
He hadn't come up with anything yet.
As such, Rod settled down at the corner of the couch nearest the fire and stared into the flames. Anything not to think. Anything not to go over the way she looked or the way she smelled or all the hours and effort he'd put into helping her with their little 'project'.
[rod gallowglass]