{Five} &diams Why am I so uptight today? / Paranoia's all I got left

[burntorangesky]

I've been thinking about the last strange entry. The one with the sparkles, not the one with only colors. It told us to look for an apple. It specified only one

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Quicklog start ftw?

[yourealrightnow]

From the Bible, yeah. I'm not sure how I know that, but I've stopped second-guessing the little stuff. I'm doing what a few people have suggested - rolling with it.

I'll be here. See you soon.

[He shuts the journal, finally, and sits up in his bed. The place was barely furnished, coming only with what was already there when he arrived, so he made a note of bringing a chair from what would be his room out to the communal living area. Setting the chair up against a wall, giving he some place to sit if she needed it, he waited.]

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[burntorangesky]

The bible. Yes, that's the one. I agree--knowing things without knowing how or why you know them is strange, but 'rolling with it' is probably the best solution, if that means what I think it means.

I'm on my way.

[Fred flips back through her journal until she finds the entry in which Roswell had drawn the map to his place, and using it as a guide she quickly made her way to his house and knocked on the door.]

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[yourealrightnow]

[Roswell found himself in a state of mental drift, thoughts ebbing around the path he had set himself on but had been too busy with work to start yet, when the knocks came. Lifting himself from the seat he had set out for her, he answered with his usual small smile. He was finding it easier the more he was around her.]

Um, hey, Fred. [He moved just so, a gesture for her to come in.] So you've come to a conclusion, then? I really won't mind. Like I said on the journals, it'll be nice for someone to fill the space a bit.

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[burntorangesky]

[Fred had been leaning against the wall next to the door, but she pushed away from it and turned around as she heard the door open, a smile already on her face.]

Hello, Roswell. [She moved past him into the house.] I have. I would like to take you up on your offer to move in with you. The extra space would be nice, and it does get lonely living on your own.

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[yourealrightnow]

[Well damn it if her smile didn't make him smile a little bit wider. She seemed the only person he could really bloom around, so far. It still raged a battle with his isolationist instinct every time, but it was a battle he was starting to win

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[burntorangesky]

[Fred walked after Roswell as he gave her the short-and-sweet tour.] That room will be fine, I'm sure.

[She peeked into the kitchen.] Ah, so we prepare our own meals here? Good. The Canteen fare was adequate, but hardly tasty.

[Fred shook her head.] No, I don't have much, just a few pieces of this-and-that and my hatchling things. It won't take me long to get them.

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[yourealrightnow]

[He nodded to himself, giving her room one last look over.] Good. Good

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[burntorangesky]

[Fred noticed his smile falter before he wrenched it back into place, but decided it was best not to ask what all that was about.] I'll go get my things, shall I?

[She hesitated a moment, tugging down at the hem of her very short skirt. Digging into secrets could be dangerous here... but there probably wasn't any better way to learn about Edensphere, Fred reasoned to herself.] All right, yes. That's probably dangerous, but if we don't take risks here we'll never learn anything. Since I plan to be in the Scavenger's Yard tomorrow anyway, I could meet you there? [She rubbed at her cheek absently. It was starting to itch under the bandage.]

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[yourealrightnow]

[Roswell's eyes followed the tug on her skirt, and lingered. Again that guilt, and again he squashed it down. Moving his eyes back to hers, he couldn't have agreed more with her reasoning. It was, after all, part of why he was doing it in the first place. It seemed that whomever ran Edensphere had everyone too afraid to do what must be done.] That sounds good, yeah. It probably won't be until about five in the afternoon, give or take a few minutes.

[The attention she paid to that bandage brought yet more of his self-directed anger to the surface. His hand was half-reached towards the bandaged before he even knew it had left his side. He froze it, and reclaimed it a second later.] Does it...does it still hurt?

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[burntorangesky]

[Fred blushed as she noticed Roswell's eyes lingering. She certainly wouldn't have worn something like this of her own volition, but Edensphere hadn't given her a choice. When he brought his eyes back up, she cleared her throat, still blushing a bit.] Good. I'll try to be near the lift at that time.

[She pulled her hand away from the bandage as though it had burned her. She hadn't meant to remind him of... that.] Oh! No. No, it doesn't hurt at all; in fact, it's starting to itch. Rather annoying, really. [Fred was lying, just a bit; the cut still hurt sometimes too. But Roswell didn't need to hear that.]