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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is in an extraordinarily good mood. Sure, she still has paperwork to finish (the endless, never-ceasing paperwork) and life goes on (it does have that tendency), but still, no one should be this cheery working on impossibly dry forms. She's curled up in one of the armchairs by the fire, scribbling out her reports that are tacked to her

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[is_out_there]

Mulder has abandoned his magazine (which he was reading rather superficially, anyway) in favor of walking around and observing the patrons. The woman playing with a yo-yo while simultaneously writing something, catches his attention, and he smiles amiably.

"I have a hard time just playing with a yo-yo when I'm not preoccupied with paperwork. You have my admiration."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Years an' years an' years of mental multitaskin'." Ace grins wryly, catching the yo-yo again. "Only way t'have enough time in the day t'get everything done, sometimes."

At least, without cheating. Generally, stretching time before a test was frowned upon at the academy.

[is_out_there]

"You'd think with all the sleep I don't get, there would be plenty of time for me to acquire these vital skills, but it's yet to happen," Mulder smirks.

"I'm Mulder. I'd shake your hand, but I don't want to disrupt your yo-yo playing."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Then interrupt m'report writin'. I've been studious an' hard-workin' for entirely too long t'day." She replies, offering her hand. "Ace, nice t'meetcha."