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[friggin_gift]

[ooc: After This]

It's dark in the room and he can just barely make out her figure, but he doesn't need to see her, he knows every curve of her body like that back of his hand. He's naked and sitting in an arm chair near the bed, watching her as she sleeps.

He's waiting for her to get up and dress and leave.

Just like she always does.

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Shannon awakes, stretches sleepily, and takes a minute to remember where she is.

Upon figuring this out, she starts a brisk mental debate on whether she should stay or go. Force of habit says to leave, but she really doesn't feel like moving.

[friggin_gift]

He can see her moving now. He wonders if she has noticed he's not there. Probably not.

"Morning." He says out of the darkness. It's not really morning. It's pre-dawn. Probably about four a.m.

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Now there's no way to flee unnoticed. She settles for rather awkward conversation. "Way too dark to be morning."

"Where the hell are you, anyway?"

[friggin_gift]

"Here." He reaches over and turns the light on. "That better?"