Closing time...

[linnis_paris]

::finishes cleaning up last of housekeeping quasi-mess, standing in center of small living area and contemplating what next::

::grits teeth, clamping down urge to run by sickbay...some habits will be broken::

But there's nothing else to do...

::tilts head, moving gaze to doorway of bedroom::

::jumps as door chime rings::

Comments

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::drums fingers on bulkhead, shifting on feet::

::steps back a few inches when door opens, meeting linnis_paris' somewhat surprised look with a blink of own::

Still up?

[linnis_paris]

You were expecting someone else to be at this hour?

::waves off answer, stepping aside::

::moves to take seat in chair, watching as guest enters and finds perch on edge of sofa::

...

Is something wrong?

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::frowns::

Does something have to be wrong for me to visit?

[linnis_paris]

Just visit?

::arches brow, settling pillow on lap and fretting at hem::

I don't know, you tell me.

[lieutenantkim]

::flips over on bunk, yanking up sleep mask to look for chronometer::

::groans, half-sitting and reaching over to slap com badge on nightstand::

Kim to Linnis Paris and Tom Paris.

...

Would you hurry up and pin it down so I can get some actual sleep?

Re:

[linnis_paris]

::jumps slightly as own com badge trills::

::slaps it, perhaps with a little more force than absolutely necessary::

Shut up, Harry.

[lieutenantkim]

::gapes::

::flops back, yanking mask back down::

Fine.

[linnis_paris]

::rolls eyes, leaning back in chair and folding arms::

::purses lips, considering how to address prior question...well, what a loaded question::

I don't know.

I suppose it could have all started back when I was three months old and you wouldn't let me replicate that sehlet I wanted.