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Who: Lash and Hawke
What: Sneakin' around.
When: Thursday night, February 10th.
Where: The old Black Hole HQ
Warnings: WHO KNOWS
When the so-called "love machine" turned up in the common room, Hawke had to admit it was probably Lash's most convoluted distraction plan--and she'd made a great many convoluted plans. It did, however, work, so Hawke was not about to complain when on Thursday evening, anyone and everyone who would notice their departure was previously occupied.
That was sort of nice. Hawke hated Orange Star breathing down his neck, watching him come and go, trying to break into his apartment. Tonight, it was just him and Lash, snooping around where they should not be snooping around, and he had to admit, the thrill was both exciting and refreshing.
Except Lash had become a bit reclusive when Maxwell took his leave. Hawke could understand, maybe, sort of. He wasn't a very empathic person, but he could sort of see why she'd holed up in her room for a week.
But there was no time to waste. They had one night before Max and company started wondering where they'd gone to, so it was now or never. He made sure nobody was around to watch him leave his dorm, and he went one room over and knocked.
What: Sneakin' around.
When: Thursday night, February 10th.
Where: The old Black Hole HQ
Warnings: WHO KNOWS
When the so-called "love machine" turned up in the common room, Hawke had to admit it was probably Lash's most convoluted distraction plan--and she'd made a great many convoluted plans. It did, however, work, so Hawke was not about to complain when on Thursday evening, anyone and everyone who would notice their departure was previously occupied.
That was sort of nice. Hawke hated Orange Star breathing down his neck, watching him come and go, trying to break into his apartment. Tonight, it was just him and Lash, snooping around where they should not be snooping around, and he had to admit, the thrill was both exciting and refreshing.
Except Lash had become a bit reclusive when Maxwell took his leave. Hawke could understand, maybe, sort of. He wasn't a very empathic person, but he could sort of see why she'd holed up in her room for a week.
But there was no time to waste. They had one night before Max and company started wondering where they'd gone to, so it was now or never. He made sure nobody was around to watch him leave his dorm, and he went one room over and knocked.