Sweeps week

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WHO: The continuing adventures of Rockface and Fuzzybutt
WHERE: The MAC
WHEN: 5/7, early early morning
WARNINGS: Are you kidding me.
WHAT: You know who really needs to talk about things and totally suck at it? These two right here
WORDS: yes

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[inthirds]

He looked like hell and a half. On very shaky ground with the whole concept of sleep, it was probably illogical to somehow develop bags under the eyes when one had a stone hide, but when had logic ever made more than a passing glance his way? His life was anything but. And appearances were almost last on his mind for once - but then, there was little occupying it at the moment; much of the hour preceding Terra's return was spent staring blankly at the wall next to the door.

Of course, his gaze slowly drifted to the door when he heard the footsteps outside, a gaze which greeted her as she entered.

It took a solid five seconds to regard and react.

"Mh," he grunted, blinking slow once, and faster a couple times more, somehow managing to wake enough to feel partly awkward and unsettled as he ought to have. To avoid any disdainful looks that may be shot his way, Zelgadis dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, the rest of him shrugged up and stiffened in a subdued stretch. That was when his stomach started the knotting.

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Of course, with a look like that, Terra couldn't help a flash spark of guilt from running through her, like tossing cold water into hot oil. The whole point of her living with Zelgadis now was so she wouldn't have to get tangled up in stupid, dangerous things by herself.

Terra's gaze turned away from Zelgadis while he groaned into movement; the relief that he, too, was unaffected by whatever it was that had changed most of the rest of the City was slow in coming.

"... Sorry," she opened, hand coming up to massage a weary spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "I..."

[inthirds]

"No," he butted in, cutting her off, dragging his hand down his face and hissing a grimace. "No, you didn't...really do anything, so..." his voice tapered into a grumble, already inwardly kicking himself. He ended with a heavy sigh.

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"... I meant to be back sooner," she finished, but her voice was a great deal quieter -- which said a lot, for how quiet she was already.

Even the most mundane of conversations had been incredibly strained between them this past week; neither of them were truly to blame for it, which is what made it so difficult to reestablish things.

Cautiously her eyes moved back his way, while her hands busied themselves untying the laces from her boots, feet quietly kicking each off in turn.