Characters: Melaka Fray, Harth Fray Where: Mel's living quarters When: Several hours after their return from the first mission. Summary: The twins meet up, tempers flare, emo-ness is to be had, the usual.
It wasn't hard to find her. The computer helped, actually guided him straight to her. What's more, is the door wasn't locked, so he walked right in, taking his time and slowly approaching her. He stood in the door way for a few minute before stepping to her. "You're hurt?" He asks, gazing warily at her hands.
Lifting her head at his entrance, she met the mirroring gaze of her twin's cornflower blue eyes before turning her concentrating to her palm. "Yeah," She replied bluntly, exhaling sharply as she had to dig a little deeper for another splinter. "My own ruttin' fault," She grumbled, half to herself.
Harth reached the table and looked down at her hand, placing his own bandaged hands on the table. "Mine too. Spun irony." He gave a dry chuckle and leaned against the counter.
Melaka glanced over at Harth's hands, seeing the gauze wrapped around, keeping the bandage snug against his palms. "What'd you do?" She asked. It seemed like the normal thing to do. Ask someone else how they got hurt, even if you don't really care. Especially if that person wanted you dead.
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