night in the life.

[shigeharu]

[it's another quiet night around camp. comfortably quiet, or suspiciously quiet...well, that depends on how paranoid you are.

one place it's not quiet, though: in the mess hall, where the tiny samurai in the corner has just set down the book he's reading (which looks to be a history of Sengoku Japan) and smacked the table with his hand.]

Ha! I

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[smoothcriminal]

Parker.

[stolengood]

[quietly and trying to be controlled]

Eliot. He left.

[smoothcriminal]

I'm sorry.

[stolengood]

No, it's not fair!

[getting agitated]

[smoothcriminal]

Do you want to leave, too?

[stolengood]

Yes! I don't know! No!

I want to stop being left!

[smoothcriminal]

I'm sorry.

[stolengood]

Forget it.

[breaks away to try to storm off]

[smoothcriminal]

[catches her hand]

Parker.

[stolengood]

[halfheartedly tries to pull away, but there's not a lot of effort behind it]

What!

[smoothcriminal]

[squeezes gently]

I'll be here.

[stolengood]

[nods]

[smoothcriminal]

[takes her other hand and squeezes that one too]