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[OOM: The Race.]
When the door opens and closes on Pavel Chekov today, admitting him to the bar, it's quiet, but he's obviously happy about something, given the bright grin on his face. His hair is still wet, the impossibly bouncy curls sticking up and out in every direction, and his tee shirt is loose and damp from being pulled onto a newly-showered body. The boy looks about as exhausted as it's possible for a fifteen-year-old to look, except for the smile.
In his hand is a piece of paper he keeps looking at; every time he does his grin only brightens.Come ask what he's so happy about.
[tiny tired tag: Pavel Chekov]
[ooc: Pretend the certificate has the right name on it, okay?]
When the door opens and closes on Pavel Chekov today, admitting him to the bar, it's quiet, but he's obviously happy about something, given the bright grin on his face. His hair is still wet, the impossibly bouncy curls sticking up and out in every direction, and his tee shirt is loose and damp from being pulled onto a newly-showered body. The boy looks about as exhausted as it's possible for a fifteen-year-old to look, except for the smile.
In his hand is a piece of paper he keeps looking at; every time he does his grin only brightens.Come ask what he's so happy about.
[tiny tired tag: Pavel Chekov]
[ooc: Pretend the certificate has the right name on it, okay?]