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[memorysurvives]

Just before seven o'clock Allistar Ethan Hackett can be found running around his house like a madman, pants half down and shirt still unbuttoned, still damp from the shower. His hair's a mess, still, and he knows he's got to be to the Nexus in short order

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Shel arrives a few minutes later, all recently squeaky clean herself. She's in nice pants and a nice shirt, so clean, you'd think they were bought just today because they were. She waves at Allistar as she approaches.

"Allistar! Hi!" She pauses, then gestures at her head in a 'did you forget to brush?' sort of way.

[memorysurvives]

Allistar, of course, approves, mostly because he approves of any woman that deigns to spend time with him, but nevermind that.

He's not sure if her gesturing is some kind of futuristic greeting so he smiles a little awkwardly. "Hello!" And then he goes to run his hand through his hair and asdfghj he forgot to fix that. "...One. Second." And he goes about furiously trying to fix his hair with his hands. When he's done it doesn't look much different! But he tried.

[shooting_gstar]

Shel tries very hard not to look like she's laughing, but she's not very successful at it. "Here, let me try it." Shel can mess with his hair in an attempt to make it more presentable?

[memorysurvives]

Ahhh, girl touching! He's going to be all embarrassed now but he's certainly not going to move, either. "I uh. Shower. Constable chewed through the wire on my alarm clock."