Room 522, Wednesday Evening

Dec 14, 2011 18:34

No patrolling for Robin tonight; the bacta bandage was doing a good job of healing up Stephanie's cuts but she wasn't going to risk ripping them open again by doing anything strenuous tonight. (This wasn't a prudent I-don't-want-to-hurt-myself-worse move. This was a the-sooner-I-get-healed-the-sooner-I'm-back-on-duty move. The only person who ( Read more... )

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dollpocalypse December 15 2011, 02:37:40 UTC
So by "curl up in a comfortable pile of pillows," Stephanie meant that she really wanted to talk to Topher today, right? Right. Of course. Naturally. Because he was in her doorway, toeing the ground awkwardly.

"Uh, hey."

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batwaffles December 15 2011, 02:41:29 UTC
Topher. It was Stephanie's dorm room, not the lion's den. Even if her hair while she was in costume did have a certain mane-like quality.

"Well, well." Stephanie set the book on forensic methods aside and raised both eyebrows. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

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dollpocalypse December 15 2011, 02:43:37 UTC
"So... I wanted to, uh, talk... to you. About a thing. That I did."

Yeah, apologizing to Jono had been way easier.

"Um... what's up?"

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batwaffles December 15 2011, 02:52:48 UTC
"Mmmmhmm." Stephanie glanced pointedly at her phone on the nightstand, not having forgotten a certain phone that got flung at her head a few days ago. "What's up at the moment is that I'm waiting for you to provide some specifics, since that would be ever so lovely. I'd hate to have you go through the long arduous apology process and then realize you had nothing to apologize for, after all."

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