Carriage House Room 10, Monday afternoon (for ME)

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Ivanova sat crosslegged on her bed in what could only be described as a quandary. Two jackets were laid out in front of her. One was the jacket of her military uniform, the rest of which was hanging, neatly pressed, in her closet. The other was the leather jacket Faith had given her Saturday night, in the same blue and brown. Upon closer inspection

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[faithfulchosen]

Faith knocked on the door, opening it slightly. "S?"

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"Ow, frag!" Ivanova stabbed herself in the finger with the needle and scowled. "Hey, Faith."

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Faith stepped into the room and gaped at the scene, tiny threads sticking out of the cloth jacket where the patch had been, half-sewn-on patch on the leather, and Ivanova's pricked finger. She pulled a tissue out of a box on the desk and moved to the bed. "Here, let me."

[niceborders]

"It's fine," Ivanova protested, but she let Faith take her hand and fuss over her.