Cara (
wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-10-01 01:43 pm
Room 418, Friday Evening
Like usual, Cara had avoided the picnic. Instead she went running in the preserve until she was almost too tired to lift her feet enough to climb the stairs back up to her room.
Unlike usual, she locked the door behind her before she pulled off her boots and gloves, and started unlacing her leathers. It was hardly a secure barricade, but at least it would prevent a repeat of any unwelcome surprises.
[ooc: for two.]
Unlike usual, she locked the door behind her before she pulled off her boots and gloves, and started unlacing her leathers. It was hardly a secure barricade, but at least it would prevent a repeat of any unwelcome surprises.
[ooc: for two.]

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It was that, or bring up the fact she'd opened the door with a weapon, and he suspected he'd actually get an answer for the first.
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With that she pulled the shirt off and offered it back to Richard.
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He averted his eyes and nudged the door shut again, waiting for the jibe from Cara about protecting her modesty.
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Because he was going to get an honest answer to that.
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"Let me help you with those," he said instead, trying to think of a graceful change of subject. "So, how's Clark?"
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Which probably ranked amongst the most obvious questions ever, but frankly, navigating a minefield required less care and delicacy than trying to talk to Cara about her feelings.
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