Sep. 13th, 2017

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[It takes more than waking in velvet red sheets to get a stir out of him anymore. The hotel had taken its toll in more ways than one leaving him rather jaded to the forced activities it set upon its unwilling victims. He doesn't stir from his laid out position casting an arm, and sleeve, over his tired eyes.

So he's still clothed and the air isn't thick in the stuff sweet and warping, themselves something of an oddities to wake to. Neither does the sense something is all that different strike him as he shifts about to sit up giving into curiosity if he has a bed mate; then whom.

The sight sets a lump to his throat, a familiar sight from a long time not seen. She's resting, peaceful perhaps, dressed in something of a uniform and her usual hat.

How long has it been, he thinks ruffling his hair and exhaling. He doesn't want to wake her for a multitude of reasons, foremost the baggage between them for all they'be experienced together. Eventually she'll have to wake and the usual requirements will set in.
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