Ace's room is a cozy little thing. Emphasis on little - she had, at some point, gotten the bed changed to something a bit larger than her old twin bed, but the room didn't expand to match. So there's her bed, with the comfortably worn fuzzy sheets, and the heap of mis-matched blankets (her red football-covered one on top), a sturdy but otherwise rather unlovely desk snugged up against the wall opposite, a small chest of drawers that would only hold a day or two's worth of clothes, and a door to the bathroom and closet - that's all she's got up here. It's all she needed in a room, when she has the TARDIS so close by. It was only a place to hole up when the werewolves were outside, and she didn't feel like risking a run back to her ship
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Spoon grins, "Guess you like today's clothing." And didn't want him to rip it off of her, "Got coconut, got chocolate...couple kinds of chocolate...got cinnamon..." He holds up the bag, and looks around for a space to put it all on.
And looks around, and looks around, and hands her the bag so that he can start stripping 'cause there is no way he's going to find a space in her space.
"Y'can just push things over..." She protests, and does so, shoving piles of paperwork and notes and scribbles into bigger piles of assorted papers, placing the bag in the newly-cleared spot.
Spoon laughs, shaking his head, "Nah, nah, better to let you do it for me." he settles on the ground and works his boots of slowly...one buckle at a time. "D' you want your dessert first...or second?"
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And looks around, and looks around, and hands her the bag so that he can start stripping 'cause there is no way he's going to find a space in her space.
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Ace isn't much one for order.
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