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Radek had finally made time to actually read, amongst the planning for New Atlantis and ongoing work to make his moonshine taste a little less horrible. He'd started with Czech, since he figured speaking English every day to just about everyone was enough, and he was starting to miss the language a little more.
His nose was practically buried in a Čapek novel, so reminiscent of that which he'd read reluctantly in school. It was almost scary how little he remembered of that time, as if it was worlds away. And it sort of was.
When he heard someone outside the door, he looked up, blinking slightly and pushing his glasses back up his nose. He figured it was Jill, but eyesight helped in any case.
His nose was practically buried in a Čapek novel, so reminiscent of that which he'd read reluctantly in school. It was almost scary how little he remembered of that time, as if it was worlds away. And it sort of was.
When he heard someone outside the door, he looked up, blinking slightly and pushing his glasses back up his nose. He figured it was Jill, but eyesight helped in any case.