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[Nora's bored. And when Nora gets bored she gets artistic. On this particular day she's decided that her art should be shared with EVERYONE.

So. She decided to paint the elevators. The inside of one of the elevators was painted to look like the occupants were suddenly under the ocean. There was algae, fish and even a shark bearing down on the inside

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[hard_talker]

That's easy. [he steals one of her brushes and paints a little moon man in the window of the space station]

The apathy.

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[She grins as she puts the finishing touches on the little green man peeking over one of the asteroids]

That would be nice, wouldn't it.

[hard_talker]

S'what I'm askin' Santa for for Christmas. Hell, I got what I asked for last year, didn't I?

[he sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist]

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[That makes her pause. She leans into him, turning her head so she can look up at his face]

Did you really ask for me for Christmas?

[hard_talker]

[he wants to be a wiseass, but somehow it's impossible. not with something like this. quietly]

Yeah. I did.

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[She turns in his arms so she can properly look at him. Her eyes search his face as it sinks in. Of everything he could have asked for he asked for HER. She smiles, sliding her arms around his waist]

I'm glad you did. [There's more she wants to say... but not here. It doesn't feel right just yet. She settles for leaning in, tenderly kissing his lips.]

[hard_talker]

[he drapes his arms over her shoulders, smiling as they draw apart]

Me, too. ... Jesus, that was almost a year ago ... it really doesn't feel like it.

[there's so much whirling around his mind - how much having her here means to him, even if she isn't hanging over his chair at EVERY broadcast, like she did when she first arrived. how much he treasures what they have, even if he's not entirely sure what it is, beyond the fact that he does love her...

... wait, he -- oh. ... yeah, best not to say that in an elevator full of paint fumes]

[eat_me_beat_me]

Holy shit, you're right. It has almost been a year, hasn't it?

[She pauses before smiling fondly at him]

You know what else happened about a year ago, now, too?

[hard_talker]

Um. [shit, this is one of those Girl Questions. Christmas?! ... wait no. no. think. it wasn't this close to Christmas back home ...

... back home.

oh.

OHHH. his eyes widen, and then he laughs a little - mostly at how stupid it is that he almost FORGOT]

Yeah.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Her smile widens to a grin. Oh she does so love watching the gears turn in his head.]

Yeah. Though I suppose it's few weeks different for each of us. How does that work, anyway...

[hard_talker]

Jeez, I dunno. However you want it to, I guess? We could do it on the day you got here?

[eat_me_beat_me]

The day I got here, huh? [She thinks for a moment] That's about two months away. That works.

[She grins, her mind already swirling... what the fuck are you supposed to do on an anniversary?]

[hard_talker]

Okay. [he's having pretty much the same thought, but he figures she's better at this than him, so...]

What do you wanna do?

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[Oooooooof course he would ask her that. She bites her lip as she thinks. What the hell could they do? Be cliche and go out on a romantic da-- wait...]

We've never actually gone on a date, you know.

[hard_talker]

[well crap he was hoping she'd never figure that one out. how I date?]

Yeeeeeah, no, I guess we haven't ...

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Suddenly unsure of herself] Um. What do you think about going on a date? Not, you know, like a fancy restaurant or something. Just... someplace nice. Just the two of us.