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_wes_pryce_ July 14 2005, 04:21:30 UTC
Taste? Taste? What is he going on about now then? Hopefully my tea, which he still hasn't gotten me. I'm going to have to have a word about that with Angel. Come on now, I've asked him several times over if he'd fetch my tea. Did he? No. I'm still standing here empty handed, and very tealess.

Sacrilege, that's what it is.

Humming, I glanced at my watch. Funny, it seemed to have moved since the last time I checked. Was it supposed to do that? Was time supposed to move on when the world around you had stopped moving? I don't think that's entirely fair. Frowning, I shook the watch and held it up to my ear. Maybe it was some technical fault, one never knew.

"Tick tock, time is slipping," I mumbled, shaking the wrist with my watch again. Valuable time. Wait, that was an echo wasn't it? I now have an echo in my room?

Confused I looked up from my watch and noticed this fellow was still here. The one who'd not brought me my tea. Even though I'd asked nicely. Sort off. Oh wait, he was the one who mentioned time.

"Well," I said, shaking my watch again confused as it kept on moving, "As head of research, I've been doing just that. Research." Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned back against the desk and rolled my eyes at him. "What do you think I'm doing here? Have tea?"

I paused at that, giving him a small glare. "Which I could've had, if you hadn't been so stubborn in your refusal of getting me as such. Mister Hamilton, Marcus." Git, how much trouble would it be to get some tea? I'd have invited him to have some with me. He seems like a....erm....interesting sort of fellow.

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