[PDA switches on with a muffled lazy groan and a blanket is slowly brushed off of bare skin]

...what a night....

Mel... [shifts] Where...?

[straightens up to see her side of their impromptu bed empty//there is a lover's smile in his sigh as he prepares a message for her and sends it//]

UNKNOWN USER. MESSAGE CANNOT BE SENT.

Hm.

[tries sending the message ( Read more... )

Another twelve months ahead of us. We'll wing it somehow. That's one thing we're good at.

[a beep on his PDA notifies him of the time, and there's a smile in his voice] I know, I know. Give a guy time to look his best, why don't ya?

[clatter of a comb on a sink, followed by boots on wood then cobblestone//his next words are also his last, half- ( Read more... )